<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;">Miss Silk buoys us up I should say.  A resilient woman!  <br/><br/>It’s interesting to hear Jaclyn’s cataloguing of incidents for her.  Each could be a book I suppose.<br/><br/>I wince at mention of the flame-haired temptress look.  Because?  Because it is clearly Jaclyn idolizing the flame-haired demon du Monde.  Is du Monde a temptress?  Yes.  There’s no doubt of that—look at Jaclyn!  <em>Great Caesar’s Ghost!</em><br/><br/>Later, I would hope that Miss Silk might even convince her of ridding herself of the homage-look.  We’ve slipped a little down from that goal, but we shall see.<br/><br/>We get into a cab.  I've waved the limo off.  The cabbie’s not someone I recognize and there appears to be no interest from this driver beyond wanting to know where to.  <strong>“Would you be ever so kind to deliver us to a comfortable bar.  And along the way confirm that we are not being followed.  We, of course, will take note if we see anyone following.”</strong> <br/><br/>With that, the cab takes off.  Ari in the front seat and the three of us scrunched in the back.<br/></span>