<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mistress is very deliberate about when I may eat … is she simply showing she can manipuilate my behavior? … or something else … yet she allows enough … and that will sustain me through the night … I do hope she doesn’t constrain my food tomorrow night when n ebb in energy could lead to disaster …<br/><br/>… I follow her to her bedroom door where her masseuse or whatever function that one provides is awaiting her … turn and go first to the wardrobe for suitable sleepwear and then to my bath to prepare for sleep … there I wait with the door ajar for her masseuse to leave … when that one is departed, I knock and enter Mistress’ room … lay down on the carpeted floor at the foot of her bed with only my arm for a pillow ant the sheer sleepwear to keep me warm … and wait for Mistress to turn off her lights …</em></span></span><br/>