<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: 11pt;"><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><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the sign is what I expected … in German but the same insulting name she shouts it even as I’m obviously headed toward her … announces the car and leaves me to follow behind … load into the back of a nondescript German sedan … many similar near us … windows blacked so seeing the occupants of the back is impossible … and we’re on our way … I stifle a yawn and try to start a conversation …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I recognize you from the helicopter last June in Vegas. Nice flying!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… but no response … she drives the car like she did the helicopter … with a firm surety … we leave the autobahn style roads quickly and weave our way through the darkened city … shuttered businesses and bright night spots … many turns … I’m sure we’re taking evasive action and hope that my phones and the tracker in my gut are getting through to Rahel’s people … we finlayy windw our way along a curving road, apparently out of the main part of town … some lights ahead and an illuminated sign …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8718/tecjbc2vhzbplnuzg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Roissy? … where have I heard that name? … brain cogs turn slowly after being awake for close to 24 hours … Roissy Roissy Roissy oh my goddess no! … the underground playground of the fetish crowd … what have I let myself get into? … goddess help me …<br/><br/>… the car turns between two pillars …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/24/d8/9c/24d89c86a74fdc8639569ea4943ce5db.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the drive is dimly lit and the car stops in front of a classic Swiss home … wood beams and well maintained stucco … I get out, dragging my roller behind and carrying my purse … there’s someone standing in front of the door to the house … I approach and see it’s a man … his arms are crossed … i hold out my hand and he stays still and silent … drop my hand and wait … what new hell is this? …</em></span></span><br/>