<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>… climb into the car … the air conditioning seems chilly … shiver and draw my jacket around me … Peter asks a question …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “What? Oh, um, no, no I don’t. As soon as they learned the Dikembe was my arresting officer, they backed off except for verbally.. The woman has the fear of god in the women inside. I’d rather not cross her again.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… no idea where we’re going … the world outside looks so alien … a part of me realizes though that I’ve seen this sort of place before too … around the Caribbean when one gets away from the tourist and official areas … subsistence squalor …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Um, I hope we’re going back to the hotel. I think I’ll be ready to head out into the bush tomorrow if I can get a bunch of rest and decent food today. I didn’t sleep too bad, really. The food wasn’t what I would call prison fare though maybe it was for the other woman there. No nutritional value, how can one think straight without some semblance of a balanced diet I’ll never know.”</span></span><br/><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br/><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em>Taking them back to the hotel, the tiny one describes her overnight experience. Yes, Dikembe is pure toxic mess. I won this one, maybe. She’s likely not done and I’m at a lost for a way to distract her. My real boss won’t be happy though if I fail to deliver the goods. Wonder if Dikembe knows about that?<br/><br/>She rambles on about nutrition and says something that has me resonating with her sensibilities. Yes, those women and so many others here do not have a reasonable diet so getting ahead in life is unlikely at best. Why do I like these two? They are victims to be exploited and nothing more.</em></span></span><br/>