<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/>Kidnapped<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><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/75/Glencairn_Whisky_Glass.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the drink arrives … my hands find it … a nice Glencairn glass … warmed even … the aroma of the single malt is comforting … the flavors the professional drinkers I refuse to name … subtle yummy tastes …<br/><br/>… for some reason, they seem to be stalling … waiting for what? … I can’t control squat! … so wait this out … they seem to have little interest in restoring my vision … clueless … just want to get back to Taffy and developing that property … at kleast there I had some clue what was going on … and one who seemed to care about me …<br/><br/>… life my glass in the vague direction of Peter’s voice …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “This is good, gentlemen. I hope you’re having something.”</span></span><br/>