<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;">I’m idly rubbing my thigh when Jaclyn reminds that du Monde is not a trifling.  She mentions that she may even hold back, see us squirm, intentionally let us flee, enjoying the show.  Mean, delighting in such things!  My mind wanders to what Jaclyn was or might have been exposed to during her stay with that Queen of Diamonds—Egad!—no!  I’ll not ponder that nor Jaclyn’s departure from Nasty’s until getting here.<br/><br/>What distraction might there be?  Something to take our mind, my mind, from embarking on those past matters to ponder.  Food is one.  <strong>“I do believe we have more choices in restaurant than the tactic to be taken with du Monde.”</strong> <br/><br/>Ari is smiling, enjoying this.  Enjoying our predicament?  Jaclyn’s? This game, whatever it is?<br/><br/>U and Junior watch on, curious.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  <strong>“If Jaclyn is right, pray to Zeus she is not, I do not intend to pay their dinner bill.”</strong>  I wink at Jaclyn, <strong>“Ari and I will split yours, until your appetite subsides to normal.”</strong> <em>Hee-hee!</em>   <br/></span>