<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i67.tinypic.com/2e1hczl.jpg) br]<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Krebs</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Club Recruitment</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div> </div></div><em> Jehoshaphat!</em>How can this hyena still be laughing?  Laughing from morning ‘til night.  But then my rescue is at hand.  Jaclyn!<strong>“Excuse me Krebs, must have a word with this young miss.  We will begin a mission of great import shortly and I must have a private word with her.”</strong><br/><br/>Krebs!  I take Jaclyn’s elbow and walk her away, making sure the man does not follow.<strong>“You always look wonderful Jaclyn, but you’ve outdone yourself!”</strong>My eyes dart from side-to-side dramatically<em>Hee-hee!</em>,<strong>“I’ve let it be known that you carry a stiletto just in case someone gets the odd idea that you should be handled without permission.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“No, that’s a joke!  But if you need the stiletto threat, it’s a good one.  Anatoli actually was stabbed with a stiletto—depending on the number of drinks he’s consumed, it was an event that followed the best moment of his life or he wishes he had not at all been involved.”</strong><em>Hee-hee!</em><br/><br/>I see the server with the champagne, signaling we are in the market.<br/>