<div class="floatleft"> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00a1/yi9x9z7skl8jbis6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Anastasia<br/>___ <br/>aka Nasty</span></strong></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Anastasia:</em> Bunk beds?  No, I meant sharing . . . (giggle).  I wink at Jaclyn.  <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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <br/><em>PW:</em> <strong>“Hello Anastasia, <em>hee-hee</em> Nasty!”</strong>     <br/><br/><em>Ari:</em> Anastasia’s playful suggestion of ‘sharing’ Jaclyn is nicely deflected by Jaclyn.  I’d just as soon we get to the point, <em>“Please clarify Peter,”</em> I whisper.<br/><br/><em>PW:</em> <strong>“I did not think we’d need your place, I mean as we did in Zurich.  Some place to errr ‘hide’ as it were.  The three of us.  That’s what we need.”</strong>  Nasty listens, a skill indeed.  I’ve found her to have that facility—listen and encourage, one just wants to open up.  <strong>“All confidential if you please.  On the QT.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>”</strong>    <br/><br/><em>Anastasia:</em>  Oh, that Jaclyn!  The girls do listen and the careful words shared between the big boys during their stay were pieced together.  Then there is the underground where information travels quickly and oftentimes accurately.  The jewel thief.  Du Monde’s protégé(?)  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.  Same terms as in Zurich.  Any variations?” <br/><br/><em>PW:</em> <strong>“We don’t want bunk beds.  Separate rooms.  Yes separate rooms would be capital.  If we could be informed of any interest about us, from outsiders, that would be appreciated.”</strong> <br/><br/><em>Anastasia:</em> “Like I’ve said, however long you want to stay fine.  If I were you, I’d plan on three days of security at the most.” <br/><br/>I look at Jaclyn.  “You’ll not be as noticeable if you change makeup and clothes.”  I shrug lightly and smile, sharing a knowing look between two girls. <br/><br/><em>PW:</em> I don’t think that’s necessary.  The ‘fitting in’, but <strong>“We’d like to unload credit cards, Jaclyn’s purse—sell them per customs here.”</strong>  Anastasia looks, nods knowingly. <br/></span>