<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.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>… Taffy Rules …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I have not yet begun to suck up!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… wondering if she’ll catch the reference to Captain John Paul Jones, USN (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Paul_Jones#Bonhomme_Richard) …<br/><br/>… she lifts her phone and I mug for pictures … several second of my best cuteness and then mugging … lips askew in a snarl and stick out my tongue …<br/><br/>… we head over to the fox … will it go with my new hair color? … or should I go to the silver mink to get the needed effect … she tries on a jacket, a thigh length, and a full length coat …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “The thigh length looks cute! Works with slacks and doesn’t get in the way if we sit outside or in a taxi.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… notice the clerk from sportswear wheel two carts to near the entrance to furs … our stuff is intact … I head over to the mink and sable … a gorgeous golden sable knee length nearly leaps off the manikin at me … the clerk takes it down … fits wonderfully … take a few turns in front of the mirror … a few for Taffy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’m sold! You?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn to the clerk …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ll wear this out. Please ring up those two carts too. We’ll be having it all sent to our hotel.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  while she does that, it’s time to answer Taffy’s question about a random tea invitation …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ve no clue why she was here, okay? Or at the hotel in George Town Grand Cayman where we first met. Or why she showed up in Vegas the day the FAI torched the hotel. If she’s stalking little old me, I’m flattered. You should be too. Did she seem to know who you were? That would be so like her, to study a situation first and learn all she can before engaging. So like her, great business woman. I try to do the same, even before I met her. Do things with intention and purpose and above all thorough knowledge. Someday I’ll show you the study we did before we bought that property you were working for us on St. Maarten. Even several different private investigators to roam the larger neighborhood and visit the local establishments and write their impressions. One guy, three women. You know how hard it is to find a female private investigator? But we did. So we’ll be ready to leave as soon as we get this stuff going to the hotel.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hand the clerk my Chase card … she rigns it in, and seems slightly startled when the total comes back ‘approved’ … a look at the bottom line where I sign tells me why she might be surprised … almost €30k … I was prepared for more … and I have yet to buy luggage give her the card for our hotel … jot ‘℅ Peter or Ari Warcaof’ on the back … she counsels that with all the packing, the delivery may be tomorrow unless … unless? … pick up where I signed the receipt and add €200 tip … she smiles, delivery today … thank her and turn to Taffy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Let’s go get us a taxi!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… outside, we manage to wave down a taxi … get in the back … give the driver the address … driver nods and we’re off … take Taffy’s hand next to me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So Roissy where Dianne lives is a very low key yet very upper class outer suburb. Has it’s own train station on the main line too. How I first went there, hoping to meet with Dianne to ask her about any recorded video she might have from the day we escaped off the top of the hotel. Turns out she did. Which reminds me …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  take out my new phone … open the email app … yes, the link Dianne sent is still there … open it and show it to Taffy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’m forwarding this to you as backup. And to Margo and Jenser in New York. Tell them to download the video and put it in a very safe place. Several of them.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… play the video …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So this was taken from Dianne’s helicopter. You can see her and me emerge onto the roof on the left. The fat guy is the FAI director. You can see the news helicopter. So Dianne’s helicopter dropped a line and Dianne and I ran toward it. Edgard Jay the fat guy runs toward us to arrest us. He trips and falls over the edge right … right there. See, we weren’t close enough to touch him, his own clumsy ass took him over the edge. That isn’t clear from the news copter video. Anyway, Dianne and I made it to the line from the helicopter and as soon as we had grabbed it, the winch pulled us up and inside. What happened on the roof, how fat boy survived, I’ve no clue. I don’t like him because he’s an ass, but I don’t want him dead. I just want hm and the FAI off my case so I can move around freely again, like go to Hawaii with you to learn to make tea and to not have to doge cops getting to St. Maarten.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the taxi purrs along smoothly on the motorway toward Roissy …  close my eyes … my heartbeat elevates … ‘I’m returning to you again, Mistress!’ …</em></span></span><br/>