<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Courtesan Vajayjay</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Her Mistress’ Mule<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">  aka Jaclyn Rosendahl  </span><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">When: Second day with Mistress du Monde<br/>Where: In a posh club at the Zurich train station while we wait for our train to Vienna and beyond.<br/>With: Mistress and a target.</span></span><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://files.catbox.moe/bmtihk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hmmm? … glance at him without turning my head … nod slightly to Mistress and sip my drink … then turn to look around and to catch his eye … he turns away when I apparently notice he’s looking at us … give him my best ‘you want me don’t you’ smile and when he turns back, his eyes widen briefly … and I know hoe to get my hand in that jacket pocket too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “On our way to the train, Mistress, we have a great chance! If he’s still there of course.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sip of my drink and the announcement comes over the intercom … last sip and I smile to Mistress …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And here we go. Handoff on the way to the train.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we stand and I dust off … posing my plaid butt for the guy … and lead us toward the door … except I’m smiling at the guy and right next to him catch a heel and stumble and my hand goes to his shoulder  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Oh! I’m so sorry Sir!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… squeeze his shoulder and press on his shoulder to stand back up … and offer Mistress his wallet just behind me …</em></span></span><br/>