<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Olivia shakes our hands and I overlap her hand with my other.<strong>“Quite, quite . . . well Olivia, I am glad you are on the side of good.”</strong>And I’m ready to invest, but Jaclyn is more cautious.  Appropriately?  The meeting is over and it’s accountant time.<br/><br/>. . .<br/><br/>It’s been some time since we’ve broken up and is it investor’s remorse?  I start to have doubts—the famous<em>what if, or what about that?</em>Maybe I should run this by Avi.<br/><br/>My thoughts are interrupted when Jaclyn is back and seems ‘invested’.  She’s in for $5 million and asks if I would be too.<strong>“I have to confess I was having some thoughts.  Such things as I’m not in charge.  It’s not my project.  I’m an investor.  But you have settled things.  So it’s a go!”</strong><br/><br/>I pull out my phone.<strong>“I’ll call Avi and have him transfer $5 million.”</strong><em>Egad!</em><strong>“Is there any secret to placing a call from here to wherever Avi might be?  Bucharest I think.”</strong>The expression is<em>give ‘til it hurts</em>and this is a stretch.  Jaclyn knows I’ve been running thin with capital, given a few reversals, so no need to say that.<strong>“<em>Hee-hee!</em>  I can imagine the look on Olivia’s face when this news is delivered.”</strong><br/>