<div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/aab9/5gzbntj9v2pqngh6g.jpg)<br/><br/>____________________</div><br/><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;">Thankfully, our spy-server delivers the omelet.  <strong>“And here we are.  Your wish, our command.”</strong>  The less contradiction of her desires, the better.  She is traumatized.  Clearly.<br/><br/>My eyes keep returning to the red hair.  It’s du Monde’s color or as close as possible!<br/><br/>She mentions phone and the cloud.  Not my area of expertise.  <strong>“Yes, yes.  We should get a phone, essential.”</strong>  The expert I hired for overcoming cameras at du Monde’s, Miss XYZ, might help destroy the cloud access of her numbers.  I’ll put in that request.  Expensive, but a necessity.  Any du Monde connection is a ‘no’, including phone numbers.<br/><br/>I am viewing this as Jaclyn coming to the surface of reality from a deep dive, bring her up slowly so there are no bends.  Miss Silk, Taffy, might be invaluable.  <br/><br/>I slide the plate so it is perfectly before her.  <strong>“A luxurious, sensible breakfast.  Quite sensible.  Enjoy!”</strong>  I’ll chip away at her—word of the moment: sensible.  That is what we wish for dear Jaclyn.    <br/></span>