<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong> </div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>The next step in an inevitable multistep unplanned plan was to have Peter meet with Jaclyn.<br/><br/>For what purpose?  Welllll, Peter could not alter her physique—so I could exclude that as a possibility on my own.  Most likely? Jaclyn made it pretty clear that she wanted what Peter had given her before—cajoling her psyche into proper trim.  (I was only slightly tempted to strangle her as she repeated that theme over and over again).<br/><br/>I’ve found Peter to be a person of many surprises and abilities.  His poker face was pro level.  <br/><br/>Nevertheless, I made a bet with myself that there would be a <em>Jehoshaphat!</em> when Peter got a view of Jaclyn’s ‘add-ons’.    <br/><br/>Whether I would actually know if that occurred was most probably unlikely.  <br/><br/>One step for me was to get some distance from O’Grady—I convinced him to take watch at the ground floor.<br/><br/>The next step was the ride up the elevator to Peter’s room.  If I knew how to whistle, I would have—trying to convey a casualness I did not feel.  Would someone try to recapture, arrest or whatever Jaclyn?<br/><br/>Outside the room, I do the honors of a polite knock.  The only thing I can think of is that it’s Confession time.  I hear the PW voice, <strong>“Come in!”</strong> <br/><br/>I nudge Jaclyn as I open the door.  “You go in.  Confer, you know?  Confer.  If you want me to join in, let me know.  I’ll keep watch outside the room, here.”   (That feels supportive, not pushy.  And I’ll ‘try’ not to listen for the Jehoshaphat.)<br/></span>