<div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f42a/9iufecm42cab3is6g.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The du Monde 'Prison’<br/></span></strong>_______________________<br/></div><br/><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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The progression was discouraging.  With the next few visits to the bakery each morning, seeing the du Monde cook, this intel had revealed that Jaclyn (now du Monde’s red-headed imitator) and du Monde had essentially retreated to the bedroom.  And I had heard nothing that didn’t suggest Jaclyn had given herself completely to du Monde.  (Cook: ‘they walk and talk the same.  Jaclyn only wants to see mistress.’)<br/><br/>With these developments, strategy and tactics had to change.  Incessantly, I was being lashed by the cook’s judgmental, embarrassed, reluctant share—each was ‘pleasuring’ the other.<br/><br/>Ari agreed: in all likelihood, Jaclyn would not walk away with a ‘hello, I’m Jaclyn.  Let’s go.’  <br/><br/>I had contacted a certain XYZ for du Monde security system issues.  Of course, for a price, she would loop the cameras to allow for our entry.  Her surprise was that we did not want to take jewels, no need to overcome security devices.  There was something that only Ari and I need do and know about.  I mean besides contact Jaclyn and remove her from du Monde’s.<br/><br/><em>Egad!</em>  <em>Pleasuring!</em><br/></span>