<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back to The Bennington</strong></span></span></div><br/><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>… we arrive at the Bennington Club … this membership club that Peter has invited me and someone else has invite Olivia to join … and into which we are the first (me) and second (Olivia) female members …<br/><br/>… the red caps unload our luggage and the Bennington tips our driver … and we are inside … our rooms are prepared … our concierge is beaming in the background … wink at her and accept the offered obeisance … I know what this costs! … and only specials receive it at my proprieties …<br/><br/>… we bypass check in … Corinne supervises … and soon I’m in my rooms … a suite with a living room and bedroom and bath … the bellhop refuses a tip … yes, they are well compensated  unlike other places …<br/><br/>… in my rooms, the maid greets me and offers to unpack … allow that and answer her few questions … two if not three or more nights … when she’s gone, check the time … time for a shower and to read the note … so a bit later, I’m sitting in the cotton spa robe on my bed with the note …</em></span></span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i65.tinypic.com/3wox5.jpg)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>  </td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Hello Jaclyn,<br/><br/>  I’m a friend from before the resort burned. Please get a burn phone and call me at 555-867-5309. Leave the name Audrey Farber. I’ll return the call when I can.<br/><br/>  Danger danger danger!<br/><br/>Most sincerely,<br/>  — A friend</span></strong></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… burn phone … okay, but not tonight … the convenience store on the corner two blocks away sells prepaid phones and takes cash …  relax, nothing until I can do that in the morning at the earliest … so at 6:15 I start dressing … meeting Peter’s brother Ari … dress comfortable and dramatic and stylish … don;’t expect it to have any effect on either of them … yet maybe others … at 6:50, head down and arrive at the bar … move to the far corner … bartender is there quickly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I have two gentlemen joining me. All on my tab please, room 962. And a martini please, Grey Goose stirred with 3 Roquefort olives. Bar snacks and menus where we can reach.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  when he realizes I have a room here in this male bastion, he goes into all attentive … my drink is first and I sip while looking for Peter and I assume someone who looks similar …</em></span></span><br/>