<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 JayJay<br/>Sex Worker<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>… the train car door slides open … daylight under a cloudy sky … cold! … I hope it’s someone friendly because by now a cold jail cell would be warmer than this … he is apparently a friend …<br/><br/>… Tarnow? … the fellow’s English is barely intelligible … he extends a flask … put it to my mouth and pour … best rotgut vodka I’ve ever had … catch my breath … he’s grinning … take a second pull and hand it back … drag my suitcase out of the railroad car …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, let’s go!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my roller bag bumps as I drag it over the gravel … he tosses it in the back and indicates I’m to sit up front … an ancient Fiat with cardboard duct taped to the floor … hang ontto a handle as he wheels us around and out of the rail yard … the heater at least works and slowly the chill leaves my bones … Tarnow? …</em></span></span><br/>