<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><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: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Courtesan Vajayjay</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</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>… give Nan a little squeeze when she says bar … a Mimosa or two … then back to our seat where we nap … and then food and a martini … and then Berlin …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Let’s find us a hotel Nan. I didn’t reserve one because I didn’t want du Monde knowing. We’ll pay cash too.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… a taxi takes us to a nearby 3 star hotel … Euros for a room with one king bed … the clerk doesn’t even twitch … we find dinner and drinks and back to our room …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hold me please Nan. I’m truly scared. Tomorrow will be fine if I can sleep.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and eventually I sleep … to awaken to find myself listing all the things that can go wrong tomorrow … and sleep and wake and finally get up and shower … dress in slacks and a sweater over my blouse and lay out my trench coat and beret …<br/><br/>… hotel continental breakfast … at 10 o’clock, we get a taxi … ask for Turmstraße at Wilsnaker Street …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, he’s dropping you a block short of where I’m getting out. Walk down Turmstraße to the park. I’ll cross Rathenower and wait there for Peter. Please stay well back from us. I plan to walk into the park a short bit and talk. I hope to part company and return to the entrance I went in and find you. Peter may or may not be with me. We’ll have either decided where we’re going next or we’ll decide when we’re together. Expect Ari Warcaof to be nearby too.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… relax my grip on her hand …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we arrive at her drop …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hope to see you again soon. Wish us all lots of luck.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she gets out and I direct the driver another block down Turmstraße where I pay him cash plus a tip and get out … yes, there’s Peter! … early too! glance back to see Nan coming swiftly our way and we make distant eye contact before I turn to cross to meet Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e440/yf9gysixsbbtstqzg.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… across the street, we meet …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you Peter! I knew you’d be here. Let’s walk.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I take his arm and we walk the left hand path …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://sportparkpoststadion.de/thumbs/anlagen/hauptanlagen/rundlaufstrecke/laufstrecke_c_ba-600x450.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I assume Ari is listening Peter. That’s okay. And my friend isn’t far behind either. Are you okay dear? Let’s sit there and talk. And you watch one way and I’ll watch the other.”</span></span><br/>