<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/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I look at Ari and he looks at me.  Jaclyn has had a capital idea, capital!  <br/><br/>But Miss Silk has been quiet.  Is she being delicate and genteel, not wanting to seem dessert-aggressive?  She does not seem that way, but . . . we are at loggerheads as we do wish to allow the young woman a say on what goes on with the desserts and not just bull our way to sweets.<br/><br/>Well Rome was not conquered by twiddling one’s thumbs.  <br/><br/><strong>“We’ll have the house’s four best desserts as well as what Jaclyn has ordered.  As far as what to imbibe, I leave myself, oh and Ari, as captive to the ladies’ decisions about liquids.  <em>Hee-hee!</em> ”</strong> <br/> <br/></span>