<div class="floatleft"><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;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hmmm, been a while since I walked the park …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Sure, let’s plan on that. Eats at one of the delis before we head for the airport if snacks during the afternoon aren’t enough. We should get a snack after boarding if we want it. Oh, and I’m on a strict water with maybe coffee for the flight. Otherwise I get nasty jet leg and become even meaner than … oh?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… someone is too close behind me whirl and find a man with one hand behind him backing towards where I was with no reason to do so … take his wrist in one hand and lift it toward the center of his back … hold it there and step to his side … a wedding ring graces the ring finger … my voice pitched for his ears and for Peter’s …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Excuse me Sir, your hand seems to have lost its moral compass. Would you like me to dispose of it for you? Or perhaps your spouse would know what to do with it? Up to you Sir, not my decision to make.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… bend his wrist just s tad more … he tries once to pull away … realizes that would create a scene and stops struggling … apologizes profusely yet quietly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Oh I think a public apology would be more suitable. Would you like to try again?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… his gulp tells me he’s about to do just that … after all, he feels like his wrist is about to shatter … I release him … and raise my voice ever so slightly so a few more around us can hear …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Go away, you nasty little boy.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… give him a slight push … he stumbles and recovers … and turns and backs away … nearly falling over a chair … step to Peter’s other side … several of the nearby men eye me cautiously … two women are grinning and one lifts her glass toward me … lift mine toward her and wink …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Where were we Peter? Oh, jet lag. I hate it. So alcohol free for me from tomorrow morning until breakfast in Nairobi assuming I sleep well before then.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… decline another champagne …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Perhaps we could have a very private tasting say 2 pm tomorrow with your friends and leave our luggage with Corinne? She can have a car to us when we need it after our walk with our luggage and we can go to Kennedy directly from wherever we end up?”</span></span>