<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/A4ZmOE6.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong><br/>____<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>CGDA Cute Girl <br/>Detective Agency </strong> </span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/> It was no small matter to convince the Bennington that I was supposed to be here, that I was neither an assignation nor working girl.  Okay!  So I may have overdressed or maybe I improperly dressed for the Bennington.  (PW gave no indication!  Atypical, typical male!)<br/><br/>Sitting at the bar, I hear a familiar voice.  I turn and smile, “Hello, Jaclyn.”  (<em>Where the fuck have you been?</em>) (Smile).<br/><br/>I look suspiciously at a new Jaclyn companion.  I extend my hand, “Hello, I’m Steffy.  Longtime Jaclyn friend, CGDA.”  I let that hang in the air to see if she returns the introduction with some explanation of who she is or about her organization.  Or what she claims about all that at least.<br/><br/>I mean, I sort of feel that I’m one of the shiny pennies who Jaclyn has come across during the time I’ve known her.  Others?  Not always.  This person?  Uncertain.<br/><br/>At Jaclyn’s question, “Peter?”  I arch my brow and smile coyly.   <br/><br/>I take a sip of my drink.  “Peter is anxious to see you.”  I also let that hang in the air.  “But his location” (I don’t mention where) “made it difficult to rendezvous.” . . .  “Anyways, can you catch me up and . . . oh, maybe tell me what’s on your immediate agenda?” <br/></span>