<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5211349/389full-yasmeen-ghauri.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>Peter opens up, in reasonably direct terms too, which is a relief.<br/><br/>"Du Monde? That is bad news, Peter. By reputation she's pretty alluring, and her claws in Jaclyn? Very bad indeed. Any idea why, apart from because she can?"<br/><br/>"It does explain her mistrust though, and obviously why I had to come all the way here to distract her. I've always wanted to be an addiction."<br/><br/>This is not good, and this is a very serious Peter for a change.<br/><br/>"You keep an eye out, I'll stick to Miss J. Okay?"<br/><br/>Just then my phone rings, as does Peter's. I look at him.<br/><br/>"Am I ready? I wonder if bank cards can be melted?"<br/><br/>I reply to them both.<br/><br/><em><strong># ready for shopping? Always! okay, almost always<br/># Entering Muse Mode to be shopped for</strong></em><br/><br/>I direct the driver back to the bank.<br/>