<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>… in the miiddle of the night, wake to use the toilet and notice the bedside house phone has a message … nah, in the morning … and in the morning after another shower, I’m considering room service for breakfast … listen to the message …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(http://i67.tinypic.com/2h7q7pu.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Fraulein Rosendahl, Mr. Peter Warcaof would welcome your presence at breakfast with his brother.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he would, would he! … well maybe I wouldn’t … sit back in the hotel robe and sip the fiercest coffee from the Keurig in the room with a shot of Bailey’s from the mini bar … nah what the heck … go to breakfast and face the music … get dressed and head for the bar …<br/><br/>… at the bar, call on the house phone …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good morning Peter, I’m at the bar. Join me if you wish.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hang up quickly before he has any chance … order a Bloody Maria double … peruse the menu … very hungry! … touch my arm through the silk shirt … her touch! … sip of the bloody to try to forget how good that all felt … even how good Gilles felt …</em></span></span><br/>