<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong></div></div></div><br/><em>Hee-hee!  The devil indeed!</em><strong>“I rather liked that twist Olivia!  I was listening to your career hopes and then the punch!  Yes, very funny!  You do have quite the sense of humor.”</strong>No need to watch my drinks.  No driving and I do have a rather large capacity.  I take a jovial gulp of my martini.<br/><br/>I set the drink down.<strong>“Now, I’ve got it.  Amelia.  No that’s not right.  . . . hmm Emily . . . yes! Blunt.  She was in that film.  That’s who you remind me of.  Like I say comely.  No, not the devil.”</strong><em>Hee-hee!  The devil indeed!</em>(Wink!).<br/><br/>Jaclyn may be feeling the effects of the trip or not a movie fan.  Hmm.  Never heard any movie comments by her.  Oh well.<br/><br/>I lean toward the two women.  Olivia is quite attractive.<strong>“I’m sure you’re both used to the furtive look, but I will tell you the old bastards here can’t stop gawking.”</strong><br/><br/>I look at Olivia.<strong>“I’ve heard more than a bit about you Olivia.  From Schreiner.”</strong>I pause for another gulp.  I look around for someone who might refill and get a drinks for the ladies.<br/><br/>After a bit, I continue,<strong>“Schreiner intends to nominate you for the Club.  Fine, fine, but might I make a proposal?”</strong>I look at the two women, taking a conspiratorial tone<em><strong>“Both nominated.  Both inducted.  Both first women of the Club.  Bedmates . . . no check that, co-inducted-mates, whatever you might call that.”</strong></em>I rather like that!<br/>