<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;"><strong>“Indeed!”</strong>  That’s the first word that comes to mind as the two make a grand entrance.  <strong>“Just as beautiful and charming in the morning as in the evening, are they not Ari?”</strong>  Ari, feeling the spirit, nods easily.<br/><br/><strong>“Things seem ordered and straightforward.”</strong>  (I truly hope that is the case; I still have not yet had a chance to alert Miss Silk to potential issues!)<br/><br/><strong>“Ari and I shall not alter your path and indeed smooth the way. . . <em>hee-hee</em> which I believe is to hale a taxi.”</strong>     <br/><br/>And so we step out of the hotel to the taxi-stand.  Ari looks.  I look.  There are cabs which is not what we look for.  No, there are no noticeable problems lurking.<br/><br/>The door of the cab is opened, Ari takes the front, and I gesture for the two ladies to get in the back.  It will be a tight fit for the three of us, but . . . but I don’t know what—<em>hee-hee!</em><br/></span>