<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Zeus!</em>  In walks Jaclyn!  Perhaps walk is too vigorous of a description, but she makes it into the loft, most importantly safely.<br/><br/>The first words out of her mouth are sleep, still the polite one.  <strong>“I’m sure I speak for everyone, yes, there, take a nap.  We’ll be quiet.”</strong>  I don’t move her from the couch, but find a blanket, placing it over her.<br/><br/>Relieved, I chuckle: <strong>“Michel, that is Jaclyn.”</strong>  I look at the escort, <strong>“You’re Junior?  Peter and this is Ari.”</strong>  He nods, offering his hand which we shake.   <br/></span>