<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e0c5/igj1ddod0sjrx2jzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Fräulein J. Hagen</strong><br/>aka VaJayJay<br/>Victim<br/><em>About Fräulein J.</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><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f681/vhqkoeibuk27amlzg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… next morning, I need to decide what to wear to meet du Monde … yes, the costume that Nasty gave me for my brief stint as a high class whore … a jacket over that and my suitcase packed … kiss Peter on the cheek as he waves down a taxi outside our hotel …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Break a leg, Peter. You know where her house is if you must do something drastic.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  in the taxi with my roller in the trunk, I try to compose myself … traffic seems heavy and so I don’t pay any attention as we slow and stop and go … we stop and the passenger side door is jerked open … I look up to see Amanda … start to raise my hands to fight her when I hear the other door open and a jab … not another syringe! … blackness! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><br/>