<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;">Miss Silk has made it safely to her room.  And I didn’t need to catch or break her fall.  <br/><br/>I do recall she is a light wisp--I still vividly recall hauling her out of harm’s way in the ‘altercation’; that was quite some time ago.  My, my.<br/><br/>No.  No.  No rescue here.  No effort that’s rewarded with eyes locking, realizing .  .  .  but what am I thinking?<br/><br/>I hear the lock turn, confirming her safety.<br/><br/>She most probably would be a great aid in reeling Jaclyn in.  But would she even be interested to try?  I do not know how many trying Jaclyn moments there have been.  Certainly, Jaclyn can be head-strong, difficult.<br/><br/>I shake my head.  There were no and there are no cobwebs.  Everything seems very clear.  Everything but what next.  Perhaps the morning will hold answers.  Miss Silk set the path, the first step, upon mentioning our next repast.  <em>Bravo on that!</em>  <br/></span>