<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>… and thus it begins … back at the hotel, I get out of the taxi and look at the boys … I’ll miss them …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, I may see you again sometime I guess. Goodbye. And Ari, it was nice meeting you. Have a nice life!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn on my heel and walk into the hotel … up to my room … and start to make plans …</em></span></span><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8fe4/6j95lo3bsegl3jxzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> “Subject and companions just returned.<br/>Looks upset. Companions in bar.<br/>Subject went up.”</span></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> “Companions left in taxi with luggage.”</span></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> “Subject checked out. Left luggage to<br/>hotel to store. Took taxi.”</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… repack the purse undress and put on the clothes from du Monde plus a cardigan for warmth and discretion … pack everything else in my suitcase … order room service … eat quietly and check the train schedules on my phone … plenty of time and it doesn’t matter who knows, so as dusk approaches, I leave my room and go to the front desk …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’m checking out of my room as of tomorrow. Please store my suitcase I left there. I don’t know when I’ll be back for it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… give the clerk my room key and head out front … turn off my phone … the bellman calls the next taxi in the queue …<br/><br/>… give him the address of a well known restaurant in downtown Zurich … swipe my credit card to pay and tip him … walk to a nearby ATM where I withdraw €100 against my credit card … two blocks to a different restaurant and wait until a taxi drops a couple off … wave it down … the central train station … dropped off outside that clean and well lit building …<br/><br/>… inside, purchase a one way ticket to Roissy … pay with Euros … watch the schedule and 5 minutes before the last train on the route departs, board and ride through the dark city toward my fate …<br/><br/>… at Roissy, I get off and look around … a hotel with a bar at the corner … go there and stand outside … take out the burn phone and call du Monde’s number … answered on the fourth ring by someone with a quizzical ‘Wer ist das?’ …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “This is Courtesan Vajayjay with a message for the mistress. I am at the Roissy train station, or rather at the Baur en Ville near the station. If she wishes, I will do as she tells me. Guten Abend.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… there are a few couples and pairs of men inside the bar … I sit at the bar and order a gin and tonic, heavy on the tonic … the phone is where I can answer or see a text message …<br/><br/>… the bartender asks if I’m okay in passable English …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Couldn’t be better, sir. It’s a fine, fine evening to be alive.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hit him with a smile and turn away … universal sign that no more conversation is desired … try to breathe evenly … this is total surrender … goddess help me …</em></span></span><br/>