<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>Jaclyn’s like an onion, layer after layer to be revealed.<em>Hee-hee!</em>I don’t suppose she’d like to be seen as an onion, but whatever.  She seems not unaccustomed to betting and is quite familiar with the shorthand description of various denominations, even seeming comfortable with betting on those denominations.<br/><br/><strong>“Who knows?  Perhaps when we get into the deep jungle, the villagers might even have their own games of wager.  Play those. . . . Have to be sure of the stakes I suppose.”</strong>I shake my head.<strong>“I did say deep jungle, did I not?  I don’t know, but don’t sense we’ll be in jungle.  I do hope that’s not some buried prejudice, prejudgment on my part.”</strong><br/>