<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2cxj6e0.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Ari Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Brothers Warcaof<br/> – Entrepeneur - </span></strong><br/><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>Peter sent me a picture.  Again.  I have many pictures of the woman.  She is very photogenic and also seems to get her picture taken in all sorts of circumstances.  If one did not know, one would believe she was an actress in many roles: businesswoman, ingénue, call-girl, streetwalker, . . . and most recently generous donor to the less advantaged.<br/><br/>I approach the bar, I wonder if it will be Peter or she that I first see.  Peter said no matter how early he shoots for this Jaclyn seems to arrive before him.<br/><br/>Peter turns out to be right.  She has arrived first.  I approach her.  “Ms. Rosendahl.  I am Ari . . . Aristotle Warcaof, actually Aristotle Avisail Warcaof.”  I bow and look at the open seat.  “May I?”<br/>