<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;">It’s a bit of a parade as we head down for the encounter.  In my view, Jaclyn is stomping assertively as she heads for the big-time confrontation/arrest.<br/><br/>If she were equipped with laser vision (I don’t think she is), O’Grady, and maybe Peter, would have been carbon dust particles the way she glared at them.  I think I’m viewed in (a little) better light because I’m a girl.  Besides being in that general club, Jaclyn and I have been through a lot of scrapes.  I’m hoping that our history offers her some hope over the what’s next.<br/><br/>I see Erdmann.  Have I seen him before or just pictured him?  I bet he spends hours with moisturizer, all sorts of ‘keep me young, make me dynamic’ product.  The beard is so, so, contrived!<br/><br/>The area is quite large for the arrest scene.  Is it being staged for filming?  There is a camera-man (switch that to person, but it is a guy from the FAI). Hmmpff. I know all is good on the documentation—we’ve got command of the cameras, the good-old CCTV.  (Smirk).  I do catch Jaclyn's mocking smile for the camera.  I'm thinking they'll have those films in their possession and destroyed in an instant.  But the good-old CCTV--yes, that's ours, we control that.<br/><br/>Personally, I’ve not got the greatest view.  There’s a big (sort of fat or at least lumbering) guy who’s forming a wall with others.  I think I see Erdmann caress Jaclyn’s derriere, but I can’t be sure.  I similarly can’t be sure what’s going on with what may be him whispering.  He does seem to delight when the cuffs are applied.  Very sadistic in my opinion.  (I know I’m observing and these are my thoughts but I think I’m being objective).<br/><br/>And this is very, very emotional.  Jaclyn’s big chest, her red hair, now cuffed.  A tear or two starts to trickle down, but then my phone explodes with almost angry buzzes.<br/><br/>I look at my phone.  There are chaotic competing texts from Ursula and Darcy—they’ve lost their usual easy coordination in messaging.  The crisis texts are that the CCTV has gone completely dark!  How the hell will there even be a record of Jaclyn’s arrest?!?  (Maybe I should say record of Jaclyn’s rendition.  But whatever!)  The techies are texting for me to use my phone.  To document!<br/><br/>I take my phone out and the big galoot in front of me is now being a door.  No time for a smart-ass comment of better door than a window.  I’m fumbling with my phone.  We need a pic, at least one pic of this abomination of so-called justice!  <br/><br/>Suddenly, the galoot is moving sideways.  Yay Peter!  He’s ‘accidentally’ moved the bloke.  If it weren’t so tense I’d be giggling at Peter’s <strong>“Egad!  Harrumph!  Didn’t see you there old chap.”</strong> <br/><br/>At last, while still being jostled, I take a pic.  Thinking now: maybe I should do a video.  I look for that button.  But we’re swallowed up by FAI agents, pushed to the back.  All to look oh so innocent I'm sure.  <br/><br/>I really, really hope that I got the one pic at least.  Erdmann and Jaclyn need to be in the pic!  Oh goddess!!!<br/><br/>I know what I have to do next.  I can’t swallow the phone.  I slip the phone in my shorts.  I jam it down so it’s hidden.  If anyone sees that move they must think I’m some sex extremist, a bitch semi-exhibitionist.<br/><br/>I wonder what piece of chaos is next?  To borrow a Peter expression: Egad!<br/></span>