<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>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>… smile at Taffy’s protests … the croissant seems to mollify her … and as much as I’d like to snuggl;e with her and see if anything more develops, it’s definitely not safe here to give us the time such things ought to be given …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Take your time dear. But we have to go shopping. I can’t stand it any more, without my own stuff.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sip my coffee … I need to get away from all these people! … the FAI and Peter and Olivia and Dianne and everyone! … they all consume my life … I want my own life back! … my own clothes … my own choices on what to do and where I am  … Edgar Jay and Peter and Olivia and Dianne have stolen my life and I want it back! …<br/><br/>… Taffy and my small team in New York are the only ones I can trust … and the next step today I hope is to get to Chase to get my card and my phone! … access to my money and to my contacts … from that start, I hope I can solve the FAI dilemma …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Taffy dear, I need you to be strong with me today and for the next few days. We need to get out of Switzerland and back to St. Maarten. It’s not safe here. Trust me, please!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… will my card and phone be at Chase like I asked Jenser to have done with Margot … and then to start to render it secure before leaving Chase …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I hope we can get back to St. Maarten, just you and me, and resume that project and find us a place away from it all. It’s way past time you and I took the time to really get to know each other.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and I find I really mean that … we’ve teased each other for years yet never explored a serious relationship … I don’t even recall how we met … though I do remember where we had to have met … so I know her gender and probably her sex but no intimate details … my thoughts are wandering as we eat our croissants and sip our coffee …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Should I have gotten you tea, Taffy?”</span></span><br/>