<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jaclyn leads me <span class="bbc_u">through the bar and out the door<span class="bbc_u"></span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289530.msg14319683#msg14319683) and tells me to wait. I fidget nervously outside, and I hear her saying something about not being back tonight. I twitch almost instinctively as her hand takes my arm, but I wasn't trying to shrug her off. It's just a reflex. <br/><br/>Though I'm slightly in front, she's clearly leading me. I'm finding it really easy to be led, like it's a natural part of me. A short walk and an elevator ride later she opens the door for and I step in. Wow. What a place. Hardwood floors that make make our click-clacking heels echo through open floor plan living room. Stairs leading to what appears to be a loft, large windows giving a spectacular view.<br/><br/>"Wow, Jaclyn This place is amazing. I'll admit, I'm jealous."<br/><br/>I take seat on the couch, nearest the window, and sit with the white pillow on my lap. <br/><br/>"I ... definitely need something stronger than water. Wine sounds alright, if you have it, but nothing too dry. And thank you Jaclyn, for coming to find me, and for getting me out of there. It's sooo embarrassing when I get like this."</span>