<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: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Courtesan Vajayjay</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><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she hands me her phone and asks who I’m calling and if du Monde is a girlfriend …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Her? She’s a bad habit I’m trying to break. I hope I never see her again but she’s like a bad penny, coming back at all the wrong times.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I show her my phone and who I’m calling as I transfer just the number to hers … then turn my phone off and put it in my purse on the floor … hopefully that will prevent any eavesdropping that might have been put into it … I’ll purge it back to factory and start over when I feel it’s safe to do that … press dial on her phone … rings a few time and Peter answers …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, Jaclyn. Please just listen and get ready to write something down.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pause a moment to let him hopefully get his pen out … open my note …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I need to meet you tomorrow morning in Berlin. Bring Ari if you want but I will only meet with you. I’ll be at just inside the Sportpark Poststadion at the corner where the Turmstraße ends at the park where it bumps into Rathenower Straße (https://www.google.com/maps/search/Hotels/@52.5267182,13.3552571,60m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!2m4!5m3!5m2!4m1!1i2). 10:30 in the morning. Not life and death but very important. Got all that? Good! And thanks for the drink two nights ago. I needed that more than you’ll ever know. See you tomorrow.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hang up and hand the phone back to Nan …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I suggest you not answer if he returns the call. Let him leave a message if he chooses. The only message I care about is if he’s held up in the morning. My phone is off for the duration.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… lean back in the seat … rach over and take her hand … rest my head on her shoulder …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’m scared Nan. I’ve never been more scared except maybe twice before and the second was unplanned, the day du Monde and I escaped when the FAI firebombed my suite where I lived in Vegas. The first time was when I snuck out there many years before that and was intercepted by my Mistress and my Big Sis who just wanted to wish me well on my way. Thank you for being here. I’m not sure I could pull this off without borrowing your phone just now. I’d have had to go to Berlin and then make sure I wasn’t trailed when I bought a burn phone and then would have to give Peter 24 hours to get there. This way, things are moving as fast as they can.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… squeeze her hand and leave my head on her shoulder …</em></span></span><br/>