<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: 12pt;"><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><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the elevator bumps a few more times and I find I anjoy how we touch ... she looks cute in the mirrors on the three elevator walls ... we look cute together in the mirrors as we sway ... and she smells nice ... and she's holding me now with both arms against the sway ... and when her hand lets go of me long enough to fix an errant strand, I look up a little at her and let her do it right ... maybe I'll dream of her tonight? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… with a final bump and lurch, the elevator shudders once and halts ... the floor says 8 …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I think I can make it from here Olivia. I'm to the right, two doors down on the left, 813 and 815 and then mine. Um, brunch with Peter at high noon I guess?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I don't want her to let go and I don't want to let go of her but I'm at my floor and so we must ... the door finally creeps open …</em></span></span><br/>