<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/90/45/fa/9045fa9a9a88ebbc589f02ffba64f174.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I want to keep walking because then I don't have to think. But it's cold and a bit icy.<br/><br/>"Anything to get out of here, Peter."<br/><br/>The drive back starts awkwardly silent but he deserves to know.<br/><br/>"Du Monde knew you were in the kitchen. Don't ask me how, but she did."<br/><br/>And then there's Miss Jaclyn.<br/><br/>"And Miss Jaclyn isn't Miss Jaclyn any more. Within seconds, du Monde used some pet name and she turned into a sort of sex slave whore concubine. Stripped completely and utterly devoted to du Monde. I tried breaking it, I really did. I shouted, I even slapped her, but nothing broke it. I don't anything will except professional psychiatry."<br/><br/>A longer pause, as I watch the snowy world go by.<br/><br/>"That's the second time she's run off for du Monde, and this one gives the lie to her protestations. I can't trust her any more over this, and why I'm in Switzerland in the first place. As far as I'm concerned, anything she does is entirely because du Monde has told her to do it."<br/><br/>Another pause.<br/><br/>"I'll be in the bar when we get back. For a while."