<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ff6d/2eiwghvw6s44q42zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Vajayjay</strong><br/>fka Jaclyn Rosendahl<br/>Kidnapped<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></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>… little choice …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, remove them.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… who do I trust? … until recently, Peter … my company staff in New York … but that’s business … ditto my people at my resorts … Taffy? … she signed on without knowing what the salary or benefits were going to be … for the adventure or the companionship? … do I love her? … not the way I loved Christina and none since … Miss T. up in Denmark? … but she’s aging and not at all well …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I have a friend named Taffy Silk. Welsh girl. We’ve known each other a real long time and always had fun together. I recently hired her with the job title of Special Assistant. I own a small company with a dozen boutique resorts in the Caribbean and one on Maui. Taffy is helping develop a new one on St. Maarten. She and I were doing that when when the big guy out front – Peter who’s a a longtime acquaintance – invited me to New York for something that seemed attractive at the time and lead to all the trouble I’m in right now. I left Taffy there to keep the project going. If I can get my contacts restored on a phone, I can call her.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… anyone else? … Big Sis in Vegas … maybe Steffy and her cute girl detectives … oh …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And you, Frau Doktor. I’ve spilled my guts to you and you hold my life in your hands with what I’ve told you.”</span></span><br/>