<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she parrots back my angry words ... a quiet bludgeon on my psyche ... and a reminder of the training I have from Peter and psych lectures at my college on <abbr title="Cognitive Behavioral Therapy">CBT</abbr> ... to watch thoughts and feels arise before acting on them ... or not acting on them ... how the heck did Dianne bypass that? ... will need to speak to that …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she moves on after giving me ample time to muse on her remarks ... and what's with her and the cookies? ... how did I feel in the john …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“How did I feel in there? I was relieved. And I was so damn horny I felt wonderful to jill off, to send all that energy through my body and blow away the stress! Oh trust me, I've had worse orgasms from people I loved! This was like that Kundalini thing, an explosion! I mean, she'd made my biggest stress disappear like smoke and a curtsy to that Jameson bitch was nothing. I've been made to do worse, much worse.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… break it down …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Okay, somehow she trashed my usual mental precautions and I was reacting like a puppet on her strings. Having my waiter put the collar round my neck with the entire restaurant watching was manic! Parts of me went totally humiliated and others flashed back on when my Mistress, Miss Anne collared me back at Lacy Place. I felt honored and elevated and submissive all together. I honestly don't recall what went on at our table before she sent me to the toilet.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… shake my head ... trying to recall the fuzz that taken over my body and brain …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I woke up when my wakeup call came in at 6 am. I don't recall ordering it but it was fine. I was cold sober with no hangover and clear memory of what I had to do. I called my travel agent and booked the next available flight, had coffee in my room and more at the restaurant as the sun rose along with fruit and some local smoked fish with scrambled eggs. I went to my bank when they agreed to open a side door early for me and cleared my account and biometrics and new passcodes. I went to a store near the airport and bought the slutty dress she'd requested. I had an early lunch at a bar near the airport because the airport there isn't much for anything except airplanes and baggage. Houston Bush was the usual pain in the ass. McCarran its usual welcoming tourists place. I was tired from a long day when I got back to the hotel but found the party and did the bitch curtsy thing and got the paper. I napped in a side room and then Steffy needed my help with some shit or another. Then hotel rent-a-cops busted me and I spent the night in security. Fuckin' FAI bastards!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… deep breath ... another ... and another .. what did she ask? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, um, how do I feel now? Relieved that I've told someone. Oh, and if I hear her voice on the phone I'll probably go into brain scramble and do whatever she says and even help her do whatever it is she wants done. I'm immune to hypnosis so I've no clue how she does it. None!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the images? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I'd have to tell you if you'd found the real thing. Like I said, money in the right places does amazing things. They weren't taken down, they were modified so the metadata disconnected them from me and that time and place. The ones who took them and posted them have no clue anything's changed. They can't see inside the pictures.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… finally feel like I can sit back ... not relaxed ... but feeling better than when I came here …</em></span></span><br/>