<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f507/5zpvwelwlq3p3mbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong><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;"><em>… conversation ebbs … me, I’m still tired … Mistress was insatiable and I slept little … how she maintained on so little sleep I don’t know …<br/><br/>… next day, I sleep in and dress in the same clothes Ari had for me yesterday … so need to go shopping, at least for undies … and now that waits until tomorrow … Peter’s phone alerts with a message … ooh, 2 hours … an hour to the airport if we go to pick her up … little time for brunch …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So do we go together to pick her up? Or should I go alone in a limo? Or one of you, but she doesn’t know Ari. Up to you, though I’m really eager to see her again.”</span></span><br/>