<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">And when it rains it pours.  The mentioning of the name Erdmann coincides with my phone buzzing.  I read and <em>gulp</em>, it’s bad news.  Very.<br/><br/>I look at Jaclyn, reading the text.  “Ursula, well really Darcy, have commandeered the downstairs lobby cameras.  Erdmann is down there.  Downstairs.  More bees buzzing than if a queen bee was offering free sex. . . . that’s Darcy, I think trying to be colorful, CGDA-ish.”  <br/><br/>“Maybe you could go through a backdoor then . . . ” <br/><br/>I look at O’Grady who appears to be forlorn, a poor puppy with a crush, who has been told his dick is shriveled.  He shakes his head ‘no’.<br/><br/>“Okay.  Forget running.  You go down on voluntary surrender.  Since we know of this, I’ll call it a mini-rendition, we snag, when I say ‘we’ I mean Peter and me.  We snag a mouthpiece . . .”  I’ve been watching too many old movies, “ . . . you know—a lawyer and then he does one of those turn her over motions.”  <br/><br/>I look at Peter.  “I think I’ve got that right.”  Peter nods, looking worried.<br/><br/>I look at Jaclyn and I’m not sure she’ll go along with it.  Oh and the Vajayjay silent partner: “Do you both agree?”  <br/><br/>“I guess the next step is to go down and surrender.  We’ll get it on film.  Remember to enunciate.  I mean I assume there will be audio recording somewhere.” <br/><br/>I look at O’Grady and I just want him to say if this doesn’t make sense.  He’s crestfallen, “I can’t hide my . . . maybe I can make this right . . . eventually.” <br/><br/>Eventually is one of those words that sound like a long time.  How much time do we have?  Jaclyn’s hair might-turn-gray-long?  Will she need a du Monde hair coloring in prison to keep with her current look?  For how long?<br/><br/>The devil is in the details.  And one hell of a devil is downstairs.  I look at Jaclyn.  I try to give her my be-strong look.<br/><br/>But it’s Peter who rumbles, <strong>“This is just one battle Jaclyn.  We will find you and resecure you.  That is what Warcaof says.”</strong> <br/></span>