<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: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></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><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(http://www.informationliberation.com/files/german-kid-goes-to-join-isis.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we watch as Danai drives off .. I note another car a ways up the street leave at almost the same instant … lights don’t come on until Danai is around the corner … okay, she’s followed and she’s a big girl and should know that …<br/><br/>… I point the boy back toward the rood entrance and we retreat back to his basement … we arrive and he offers spirits to drink … yeah, I can use a drink …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yeah, the gin. On ice, a double.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he pours more than a double over too few rocks but after all this shit, I’m good … he leaves me alone but looks at me too … okay, what do I do? … drink a huge slug of the gin …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, I’m Joni. What’s your name?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  he hesitates …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Rolf. Please top meet you Joni.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  nod and lift my glass his way …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So I’ll need to get out of here soon but not until daylight. I’ll need some clothes cuz, this suit I’m wearing isn’t gonna get me far. Let’s figure that out in the morning. I’ll sleep on the couch if you have a blanket.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he pours more gin into my glass and his too and leaves to fetch a blanket … sets it on the edge of the seedy couch …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “What I got. We’’ figure out clothes in the morning. There’s a consignment down the street.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thanks. I’ll survive!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we lift our glasses to each other … the church outside chimes 12 … did I escape? … time will tell …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “G’night Rolf.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he lifts his glass … drains it and leaves … I set mine where I can reach it and stagger to the toilet … back to the couch … drain the glass … pull the blanket over me and pass out …</em></span></span><br/>