<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">My phone buzzes.  That’s umm, that’s the actual phone.  <em>Jehoshaphat!</em>  It’s Miss Dubois!  <br/><br/>I listen and listen more.  She’s with Jaclyn and all she says in a quiet voice <em>it’s as was thought</em> which means Jaclyn has been dragged lower and lower.  I’ve seen a picture of her current person—she is not the same physically: from near waif to now chesty maiden.  <em>Oh dear!  Great Caesar’s ghost!</em><br/><br/>I confirm that Miss Dubois is putting me on speaker.  <strong>“Jaclyn. . . err <em>kawf, kawff, harumph</em> . . . ”</strong>  <strong>“Well my comrade in adventure, I understand that you are interested in me seeing you.”</strong>  I am interested.  Curious really, but importantly, want to help.  <strong>“If you like, but only if you like, we can have tea and get to tethering you.  So to say.  Might that be of interest?”</strong>     <br/></span>