<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2cxj6e0.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Ari Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Brothers Warcaof<br/> – Entrepeneur - </span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>As we walk, I muse.  “It’s a chess game.”  I stop, not looking at Jaclyn: “All indications are that she is fascinated by you.”  I don’t mention what has happened to those who have stopped fascinating, pleasing du Monde—the rumors gleefully whispered in certain dark corners of Roissy.<br/><br/>“She will definitely test you.”  I can tell Peter feels uneasy.  “Submission, yes.  Essential.”  What else?  “Conspire with her—suggest a caper—something to indicate you have a taste for her and how she lives.  Or encourage her to do so.  Include you in her plans.”<br/><br/>We resume walking.  “Perhaps  . . . well, we’ll see.”  I don’t go on with that thought:<em>Set a trap for du Monde.  No, no.  Wait.  Just get back the video.</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>Giving in to du Monde.  Letting her have her way as it were.  Submit.  I fight the images that come to mind, especially with what Jaclyn has so graphically described the first time.  Especially, given du Monde’s proclivities.<br/><br/><strong>“The safe word.”</strong>The two look at me when I utter that.  It’s something that is not wrong to know, but it’s awkward.  I push on with the idea:<strong>“With certain ‘escapades’, there’s a safe word—that let’s the dominant know to stop.”</strong><em>Harrumph!</em><strong>“We need some signal that Jaclyn needs things to stop, a rescue.  I don’t know what it might be—wearing a red kerchief?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“And Ari.  We need to disappear.  We can’t be seen—the authorities and du Monde must believe that we are non-factors.  That Jaclyn has abandoned all, that she is committed to du Monde.  Her eggs all in the du Monde basket.”</strong><br/><br/>I chuckle.<strong>“Chess?  Yes, it reminds me of when Ari played chess.  We’d talk strategy, not specific moves.  Prepare in general, move later in specifics.  That was up to Ari when in the game.  Is this at all helpful Jaclyn?”</strong><br/>