<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/>We pull up at the bank, and Miss J instructs us to drive around while she does what's needed.<br/><br/>"Circling in a car will be more fun? You really know how to live, don't you? But okay."<br/><br/>I watch as the doors close behind her, and signal to the driver to start moving.<br/><br/>"We'd best not go too far, she'll doubtless find something to distract her. Did you know she tried to bring me coffee this morning? Yuck!"<br/><br/>I settle back and watch the well-heeled of Switzerland hurry around, wondering what I'm here for. Jaclyn seemed concerned and untrusting of, well, everyone. Apart from little old me, that is, I hope.<br/><br/>I turn to look at Peter, wondering how long he can maintain a silence. I'll go for seven seconds...