<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ff6d/2eiwghvw6s44q42zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Vajayjay</strong><br/>fka Jaclyn Rosendahl<br/>Lackey<br/><em>About her</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>… so I’m on my own for this … good too, A&amp;D would not be helpful …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Very well, Mistress. Please have your cook give me two pieces of paper, one ito hand to taxi drivers to get there and back and the other to give to your stylist. Now I need to use the restroom.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I find the expected wall with my hand and follow that … yes, the door … and the door to the kitchen … there I greet the cook and have to tell her who I am because the Hagen disguise is still effective … I use the ladies room and then return to speak with the cook … she hands me the two pieces of paper and I tear one edge to distinguish the taxi directions … we chat briefly and she urges me to head for the stylist … she calls a taxi for me and walks me out the front door … in the taxi, I pass the directions to the driver …<br/><br/>… the driver escorts me to the door and turns me over to someone … to a chair and they wash my hair and then seem to be bleaching out the color put in in Berlin … from there to a chair … offered a drink … I ask for vodka on the rocks … the glass in my hand seems very full and is … sip … very good … mellows me out and my anxiety ebbs … hair combed out and dried and then color … I wonder what color they’re doing but I’m to mellowed … someone goes to work on my hands … manicure feels nice … then my feet … then under a hair dryer … and back to the chair for what seems more color … difficult to hold my head up … ‘I didn’t drink that much, did I?’ … they’re finishing up … hair feels longer than before … extensions? … but then they do makeup … lip plumper? heavy on the eyes … whatever …<br/><br/>… they help me stand … feel different somehow … walk me to a taxi … hand the driver the address … driver escorts me to the front door … unlocked, good …<br/><br/>… inside, make my way to the kitchen … she gasps … says my hair is almost as red as Mistress’ … shrug … be like Mistress seems to suit me? … she sits me down and feeds me some dinner … thank her when I’m done … make my way to the near Mistress room … and the wardrobe … find what I think is a black, lace nightie …  put that on … and stand outside Mistress door, waiting for her to decide where I’m to spend the night … yes, to be like her … surrender to the inevitable …</em></span></span><br/>