<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)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yeah! ... hate guessing games! ... what? ... neighbors? ... she presents 815 as her room ... my eyes widen ... inside my room ... that door by the dresser ... with the deadbolt lock ... open that and there's another door ... and through that other door ... if she unlocks it ... is where she will sleep ... and walk around naked if she's like me ... and …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Wow! What a coincidence! I was wondering if this curmudgeon's club had a ladies dormitory! So, um, goodnight? Sleep well? I'll, um, knock on the, um, the door at what? 10:00 o'clock so we can go down to meet Peter together?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… reach a hand toward her to touch her one last time as I start to walk toward 817 …</em></span></span>