<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/>A note is delivered - hmm, I hadn't even noticed that it had been accepted by us, but apparently Jaclyn sees no issue with it.<br/><br/>"Apparently so, you seem happy by the idea, so I'm good with that. Maybe they'll meet on her way out."<br/><br/>I decide not to mention the definite intake of breath and slightly straighter stance I detect when she sees Dianne's note. It appears that Jaclyn may have the hots for Dianne, or something else.<br/><br/>"Ooh, shoes, and ones I can lock onto you to stop you running off and avoiding work!"<br/><br/>I watch the trial strutting carefully, and admiringly, catching a look at the end.<br/><br/>"Um, sorry for staring, but you should warn me before you do that type of thing in public!"<br/><br/>The decision is made that we're off to somewhere quite distant for 'tea', and that it's a secret from Peter. We wander from department to department, and I'm fairly selective on what I select.<br/><br/>"You intend to sleep at some point, then? That's a rarity with you, it's hard enough sometimes making you just sit. Do we need some more shoes that lock on for indoors?"<br/><br/>As we go, picking and choosing what is going to be quite a lot by the time we're done.<br/><br/>"You don't want Peter to know where we're disappearing off to? You think highly of Dianne, don't you? That was quite the aristocratic approach she took - leaving a note for tea and not waiting for confirmation. I don't know much about her, beyond the little you mentioned so far. Is there anything I need to know?"