<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e0c5/igj1ddod0sjrx2jzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Fräulein J. Hagen</strong><br/>aka VaJayJay<br/>Victim<br/><em>About Fräulein J.</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</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;"><em>… I feel the window roll down … smooth, power window … and a voice with a New York accent! … OMG, how lucky can a girl get! … put my hands on the bottom of the window opening … realize I’,mm leaning over like a hooker propositioning the occupant … somewhere deep inside, I hear a giggle …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “My eyes. Something’s wrong with them. I need a hospital. Or an Ophthalmologist to figure out what’s wrong and what can be done about it. Can you take me to a hospital? Or at least call n ambulance or a poliice officer? I’d be ever so grateful. I’ve lost everything! My purse, my phone, my wallet. Please, can you help me get to a doctor?”</span></span><br/><br/>