<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: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><del>Courtesan Vajayjay</del></span><br/><del>Her Mistress’ Thief</del><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>… the tears flow … it’s like they’re coming from my gut … I’ve never cried like this before oh wait yes yes I have and I cry even harder at that memory … learning for final forever that Christina was not coming back when the shipping container washed up empty … but this time … this time my tears are like the rain … like a hurricane raining over my thoughts and feelings and washing away the ill that had been implanted there … Christina strengthens me again from wherever she may be … and that is washed in the flood into a dungeon where I can close the door and lock it away and while nothing else is well, at least that part is put away …<br/><br/>… put one hand on Peter’s huge and so tender hand on my shoulder … ‘dear girl’ … so caring … thoughts for another time … we’ve been through much together …<br/><br/>… Steffy … ‘your tits are fine’ … she’ll get an eyeroll for that when the tears stop … agent following that one? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“No Steffy! … <em>sob</em> … <em>gasp</em> … stay away from her! She has terrible wicked skills! She needs to be killed! I’m serious! Oh Peter …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… lean my head into his forearm and rest my tied hands on his hand on my shoulder … gather myself check on that thing … the prison cell is holding … it’s been drugged into submission by my tears … I’m wary … I imagine layers and layers of guards around it and the labyrinth it would have to navigate to escape … slam a virtual massive titanium and kryptonite cover on top of it’s prison … heavy sigh … sit up taller and take my hands off Peter’s … hold my hands out …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“May I please have my hands back? I need to use the rest room. Steffy if you would please, empty my purse on the table. I need my makeup but I want to make sure there’s nothing else in there that we don’t know about. Check for tracking devices please, anything you don’t recognize is suspect. And if you’d go with me to the bath, I’d like you to help me check my clothing for devices. Excessive paranoia is good at the moment.”</span></span><br/>