<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">When:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Rendition Day 1</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Vienna, in a warehouse near the railroad.</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Who:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jaclyn and Sebastian Erdman.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><del>Courtesan Vajayjay</del></span><br/><del>Her Mistress’ Thief</del><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>… he tries to shrug off acknowledgement of our common condition … click – two things … for a long time explains irrelevantly things that transpired back in Vegas in ’18 … and shrugging off truth offends my core … what people believe … that the goddess has helped me understand … and getting a grip on the thing that woman planted in me is additional dimensions to her ability …<br/><br/>… we pull inside one of the warehouses and the the van is quieted … the driver helps Erdman to unload me and sit me in a chair … one wrist free and no not free … both cuffed to the underside of the chair, putting me in a bent over position and compressing my breathing … straps hold my feet apart to the chair legs… seek a way to fill my lungs and not breathe shallow … possible with attention … Erdman recites is overture …<br/><br/>… one slight shock in that was Dr. Kyle … the things she helped me explore about myself … and the things only I can ever know that I have discovered in me before or since … he strips me to the waist … mental shrug … my nipples harden in the cool air … I don’t hold out hope that my arousal will be more than peripheral … all his talk … so that woman disclosed the name implanted in me … feel that thing squirm … the Lasso of Truth is holding firm … he attaches alligator clips with wires to my rings … ooh, something different! … when he asks about my anchor, I smile gently … </em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“That you can never know, Sebby. But please, what is it you want from me? You’re about to go through a lot of trouble that may be totally unnecessary.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yep, rock solid and unconcerned …</em></span></span><br/>