<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)</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… realize I may have inderdressed! ... the doc is to the nines! ... carefully deposit the teabag in the bin ... take the seat and decline the cookies ... sip of the tea ... cross my ankles ... a breath …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Yes. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to a person. I need to break my addiction.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… there ... said the absolute basics ... sip of tea and set the cup down on the edge of the desk ... the desk has her in a position of authority I don't like ... yet not enough to do anything about …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So I'll start at the beginning. He name is Dianne du Monde and she's an international diamond thief wanted by Interpol and the Swiss and I'm sure others. I met her in George Town on Grand Cayman. a few months ago. I'd gone there to try to straighten out an issue with my bank. She approached me at the bar at my hotel shortly after I'd sat down. And proceeded to whipsaw me with blackmail and her very magnetic ... with her domineering personality.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… grab the tea mug with both hands and barely avoid spilling as I take a too big drink …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“She, um, it's like she owns the keys to my behavior and can make me do whatever she wants and I can't seem to break away from her.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… panting! ... deep breath ... sip of the tea ... hands on the verge of trembling ... the memories of how she owned me seared into my being ... whisper …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Help me doctor! I'm desperate! If she calls, I'll go where she tells me. I can't help myself!”</span></span><br/>