<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: 11pt;"><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><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the car moves out and cruises slowly through dark streets … Roissy seems discretely dark …<br/><br/>… Amanda asks a very open ended question … how to answer? … sigh … begin at the beginning, I suppose …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I do not know why Mistress chose me but she did. Over a year ago, she chose me to carry a diamond into the United States from George Town in the Cayman Islands. Why she chose me as her mule instead of some other means, she hasn’t revealed to me. The whole thing had a lot of additional trappings of servitude to it and not insignificant blackmail and humiliation, yet I cannot perceive other motivation. If she considers me attractive or simply another tool of her craft, I don’t know.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pause as the car weaves around a traffic circle …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And almost exactly a year ago, she showed up at my residence in Las Vegas just in time to escape a violent raid by the FAI on my suite. Her helicopter plucked us off the roof. I never learned why she was there that day or if she wanted anything of me because the raid began when they beat my door down and threw in flash bangs and we escaped through some hidden passages in the building. When we got to the roof, the FAI had apparently anticipated that we would flee that way and they had a news helicopter and the head of the agency waiting there trying to arrest me or us, I don’t know. Mistress may have anticipated this as well because her helicopter was approaching as we emerged on the roof. In the course of escaping from the FAI agent and running to her helicopter, the agent fell over the edge of the hotel and we escaped. The helicopter set me down outside of Vegas and that was the last I saw of her until yesterday.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Recently, the FAI reared their ugly head and a friend suggested that if Mistress had video from the helicopter the afternoon we were plucked off the roof that would help defend against attempted murder when the agent fell over the edge. Yes, he somehow survived and I know that neither Mistress or I pushed him toward the edge let alone over it. So I called Mistress and asked her about any video. I visited her overnight and yesterday evening she sent me away. I returned today intending to do whatever is necessary to obtain the video, assuming one exists. I have not been shown the video.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… look out the window into the dark … what have I gotten myself into? … turn back to look down and finish what I feel need be said …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “She has apparently chosen to allow me another chance after we reached an impasse yesterday. Why I do not know. I exist now to serve and hope only to do so and to obtain the video so I can return home to the United States.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… are we there yet? …</em></span></span><br/>