<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/be43/3416mma013cjpun6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Czeslaw Jr.</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Junior” </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I think she is most definitely interested in me.  I think her look is a smile, not a smirk.  She is very feminine.  She understands it is man who orders for lady.  The acid wine I am not sure on.  <br/><br/></span><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;"><em>Hee-hee!</em>  I am beginning to relax.  Maybe I shouldn’t.  Our waiter seems a fine chap.  <strong>“A red wine that goes with our order.  If we need two bottles, fine.  Or more.”</strong>  I look at Jaclyn, <strong>“No rose sir.”</strong>  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  <br/><br/>Four men and a woman—most certainly they can carry her back if she continues on her binge.  Is she nervous or relaxing or what?  <br/></span>