<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>… Ari joins us … as does Peter from the bar with his morning drink…</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, Ari, meet Rahel, um Bossart. Swiss Federal Police. She played an important part in me getting here and so needs to hear my story. Um, y’all remember the recorder. I’m turning it on for Rahel.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and now this is on the record … take a big slug of my Bloody … deep breath …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I left New York when I did because Rahel expressed urgency. That urgency was later validated by my guy at FAI O’Grady when he told me in a phone message I heard when I was at Gatwick that I’d escaped an attempted arrest at the Club and at the airport.<br/><br/>  “On the way to Zurich, I told Rahel all I knew beginning with du Monde’s attack on my bank in Georgetown and her or he Jameson’s theft of the financial document from the US Securites and Exchange Commission. Everything, including the FAI crud in Vegas and the resort and hotel getting burnt there.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… background! … ‘get on with the meat, J!’ …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I called du Monde from Gatwick. I was met at Kloten by her driver who turned out to be the same woman who had piloted the helicopter that plucked us off the roof on June 30<sup>th</sup> last year. She seemed put out to have this driving delegated to her.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn to Rahel …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’m guessing you lost contact as soon as I got in the car.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she nods affirmatively …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We drove to Roissy. At du Monde’s house, I was greated by her boy, one Gilles Grieder who said I needed to follow what he ordered to gain access to du Monde. My luggage and purse was confiscated and I was locked in a guest bedroom with ‘what I needed for the night.’ Turns out, their idea was to drug me. It was quite subtle Peter, not hypnotics or any such thing, but some sort of sensitize. My skin crawled with the need to be touched. That’s just a guess, I only felt that my skin had amplified its repressiveness to touch by a factor of 100. They furnished me with skimpy sleepwear too.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look at the the threesome … the bartender is approaching …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Any questions so far? I’m going to order breakfast.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… reach for a menu and sip the last of my first Bloody … hand him the glass … he nods and departs as we start to look at the menus  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I assume du Monde has video of everything last night, including me sleeping and waking. They left me some sex toys which I used to I’m sure someone’s pleasure.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… try to state that as dryly as possible … did I manage to not blush? … because things do get worse …</em></span></span><br/>