<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">On my irregular constitutional, I stopped at the front desk and what did I learn?<br/><br/><em>Egads!</em>  Someone was asking about me, about Avi, about Jaclyn and, <em>Jehoshaphat!</em> even Miss Silk.<br/><br/>I worked on being non-plussed, seeking to learn if the hotel had any knowledge of our plans, the ‘shopping’ thing.  No, no indication that they did.  I confirmed that the hotel prided itself on guest privacy.  Indeed. . . . <br/><br/>I looked around the lobby, but what would be suspicious?  Who might be interested?  Who might want to track us down?  Authorities?  Sadistic criminal?  Sadistic dom?  I could go on and on.  <br/><br/>I shake my head woefully.  I cannot be more watchful and careful than in the past, but certainly there are lessons learned, are there not?<br/></span>