<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/><em>Huzzah!</em>Now that is an opening!  Thank-you Jaclyn!<strong>“As it so happens, our newest three members are Muslims.  I’ll bet you did not expect that of the what was it?  Crustaceans?  They are old family rich, but young men really.  I’m told they can play squash blind-folded, skilled!  Are you ladies exercised minded?”</strong><br/><br/>I hear the grandfather clock chiming.<em>Egad!</em>Ari is on London time and his schedule.  I signal for the manager.<strong>“Ladies, change in schedule.  Slightly.”</strong>The manager is at my side.<strong>“I’d like my meal to my room.  The ladies are on their own.  My billing which you know.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Let’s do this.  Plan on a rendez-vous no later than, oh mid-day.  Anyone can call the other to change that.”</strong><br/><br/>I stand up.<strong>“Jaclyn, of course, I can stay if you wish.”</strong>I look at our African Queen,<strong>“Enchante!”</strong>I bow slightly.<strong>“<em>Hee-hee!</em>  Four irresolute years in France.  Don’t tell anyone.  They might expect me to remember the damn language!”</strong><br/><br/>I smile at the two.  Jaclyn would have said in this moment what she needed.  I smile and see a member, I wave and head off in his direction.<strong>“Gray, a word, if you will?”</strong><br/>