[LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Jaclyn on 06-08-2018, 01:08:47</h2>
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				Title: <strong>[LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 01:08:47</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 01:10:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i64.tinypic.com/32zl79z.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold the door open for Courtney …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Come in Courtney. Make yourself at home. Sit please. Water or something stronger? I have wine and beer and a few different spirits but not aqs much as I had back at the Hotel.”</span></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 02:02:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jaclyn leads me <span class="bbc_u">through the bar and out the door<span class="bbc_u"></span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289530.msg14319683#msg14319683) and tells me to wait. I fidget nervously outside, and I hear her saying something about not being back tonight. I twitch almost instinctively as her hand takes my arm, but I wasn't trying to shrug her off. It's just a reflex. <br><br>Though I'm slightly in front, she's clearly leading me. I'm finding it really easy to be led, like it's a natural part of me. A short walk and an elevator ride later she opens the door for and I step in. Wow. What a place. Hardwood floors that make make our click-clacking heels echo through open floor plan living room. Stairs leading to what appears to be a loft, large windows giving a spectacular view.<br><br>"Wow, Jaclyn This place is amazing. I'll admit, I'm jealous."<br><br>I take seat on the couch, nearest the window, and sit with the white pillow on my lap. <br><br>"I ... definitely need something stronger than water. Wine sounds alright, if you have it, but nothing too dry. And thank you Jaclyn, for coming to find me, and for getting me out of there. It's sooo embarrassing when I get like this."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 03:23:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she remarks on the apartment …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I was lucky to find it but I haven't had much time to do anything with it. But it works for now.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… quick review of the wines I have …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Wine is one of the things I haven't had time to work at. I had a grand collection that was lost back in Vegas. Here, I have a few whites and a few reds. I'm thinking a Chablis that isn't as flinty as many of those can be. Let's try that and if that isn't to your taste, I have a bottle of a less dry Merlot.”</span></span><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cedc/3f0g25ki3fm36hmzg.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… head into the kitchen ... I really do need to get a wine cooler! ... remove the bottle from the refrigerator ... get down two white wine glasses ... open the bottle ... check the cork ... pour a sample ... taste ... pour two glasses and put the bottle back in the refrigerator on a shelf ... no ice bucket yet either ... carry the glasses back out to where she's sitting on the couch and hand her the glass that lacks my lip mark …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, time to ditch the shoes and relax!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit on the edge of the couch and unbuckle the ankle strap on my stiletto open toed sandals ... place the shoes by the edge of the couch and sit ... curl muy legs up under me so I'm facing her ... lift the wine glass …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“To friends. Life is so much better with friends!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 05:15:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chablis? Chalk me up as a skeptic on it's lack of flintiness, but..<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Sure, I'm game. Let's give it a try. I'm not actually overly fussy, just have my preferences, ya know?"<br><br>I look around from my seat, and start fully taking in the room, while she starts pouring glasses. I hadn't noticed until she mentioned it, but the wall are bare, and the whole place is pretty much devoid of decoration.<br><br>"I know you mean. Everything was so chaotic at the end, that when Steffy and I bolted, we took what we could fit into about a dozen suitcases. Not sure if she managed to get anything else out, but I don't think she so. I guess it made moving easier anyway." *sigh*<br><br>She walks over with two glasses in hand and hands me one. <br><br>"Thank you." I take a sip and don't grimmace, so that's good.<br><br>"Good idea!" I say, kicking my own heels off. "Oohhhh, that's much better ... Where's a masseuse when you need one right? Heh heh."<br><br>I take another sip, and then another sip after Jaclyn's toast. <br><br>"Sköl. To friends. I just recently learned that. It's the Norwegian equivalent to cheers, apparently. I just learned ... <strong><em>relearned,</em></strong> I guess, that I'm mostly Norwegian. The things you relearn when you remeet your parents."<br><br>Another sip, and I'm quickly putting a dent into my glass.<br><br>"Mmm, this is growing on me," I remark, looking at my glass. "Sooo anyway, it looks like you came out alright? Steffy and I were worried. Oh! Did she tell you? We saw you and that other woman live on the news, up on the roof. It's weird though, I've been reading online, and I haven't seen anything about it, not even a brief mention. Have you?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 18:07:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh that's right ... the conversation I had with Mechelle and Kenzie was while she was in the ladies room …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yeah, that's truly weird. I was telling Kenzie and Mechelle that some of my friends from the college and other over in the barrio also saw it live. They even saw the FAI guy fall off the building and me and du Monde escape. But there's no record of the news helicopter ever leaving the ground or any news coverage. Someone scrubbed the record. That's scarier than fleeing my suite with explosions behind us or dangllng from that rope under the helicopter as we flew away. Um, Dianne dropped me off just outside of Vegas and they took off going south, I assume to Mexico if not beyond. Strange lady, du Monde.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… slight shiver at the memories ... sip of the wine …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh, I need to tell you. Um, you're welcome to stay the night here if that's how things work out. Maybe tell Steffy where you are so she doesn't worry. But just so you know, I'm leaving around 9 o'clock to fly to New York with Peter Warcaof. We're going to check out a club there where he's a member and that just permitted women to join, and Peter thinks I'd be a good candidate for the first woman member. I'm not so sure, but I agreed to check it out. And we're also going to look into investing in a water project in Africa. I need someplace for my money other than in banks. We or maybe just me might go on to Africa to see what this is on the ground. I like to see things with my own eyes.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… another sip and set the wine down …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So what's happening with you? What don't you want to share with Steffy? I'll listen. No judgements.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lean against the back of the couch facing her ... feeling relaxed …</em></span></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 00:43:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Fell</em></strong> off the roof?! Not from my perspective!<br><br>"The Danny DeVito look-a-like?" I look at Jaclyn very seriously and shake my head. <br><br>"If by falling you mean: his partner pushed him as he was stumbling, then yes .. he fell. It was a subtle push, but I swear it happened. Probably why it's being covered up. If that live feed is out there somewhere you'd have some serious leverage on them."<br><br>"This du Monde lady, I don't think I've ever met her. Not that I'd remember if I had but ... I dunno names tend to "ring a bell," even if I don't know why. Doesn't seem like the sort you get mixed up with though. Not that it's my business."<br><br>I take another sip, nearly emptying my glass as she offers to let me stay here, and talks about her upcoming plans.<br><br>"Oh! Good thought! One sec.." I pull out my phone and shoot a quick text to Steffy. <br><br><em>##Rough night at the Horse.</em><br><em>##At Jaclyn's relaxing and talking</em><br><em>##Might stay here tonight, will let you know</em><br><em>##Hugs and kisses! ~C-girl</em><br><br>"Okay, that's done. Peter Warcaof you said? Now <strong><em>that's</em></strong> name that rings a bell. I've heard Steffy mention him. He funds the CGDA right? Give him my thanks for that. Sounds like you two will be busy. Are you guys ... you know ... intimate?"<br><br>Jaclyn sets her glass down, and I down the rest of mine and follow suit. I then turn myself to face her, stretching my legs out a little bit, with the pillow now resting behind my back.<br><br>"There's uhh ... Well it's kind of a weird combination of too much going on, and not enough going on. You obviously know I'm working for Miss Kat, which is a good thing, by the way. She has her quirks, but she's pretty awesome. I don't know if you know, but I'm also a patient ... well sort of. I had my first appointment with her at Lacy, but haven't had one since it's destruction."<br><br>"That first appointment did wonders for me though, and for awhile I thought it was enough. As you saw tonight, clearly I have quite a ways to go." *frown*<br><br>"And it's not that I can't talk to Steffy about my problems, I do all the time. That's really the problem. It seems like that's all we talk about sometimes. It has to get old for her, and I don't want her to get sick of all my issues, you know. I like her Jaclyn, a lot. But how can she like me, when all I am is a basket case?"<br><br>With no glass to occupy my hands, I start fidgeting a bit. <br><br>"And how do I know that I don't just like her so much, simply because I have no other points of reference to compare her to? What if she's thinking the same thing? I told her how I felt once, and ... Well she didn't exactly reciprocate. And I really shouldn't expect her too, I know that. We haven't been together that long."<br><br>"It's incredibly hard not having any memories or stories to talk to her about. I'm pretty much a blank slate. How can Ste ... <strong><em>anyone</em></strong> fall in love with a blank slate‽" *sigh*<br><br>"It's the same thing with friends. What do I even talk about‽ That's why what you said at the bar hit me so hard ... Not your fault, by the way. It was sound advice."<br><br>"So yeah, that's brief version, believe it or not. Needless to say, I've booked myself for some appointments with Miss Kat. I haven't told her yet, though, heh heh."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 03:04:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… been over what each person saw and then some ... suppressed and maybe that means I'm off the hook ... Du Monde, I don't know …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she text's Steffy ... good ... asks about me and Peter ... smile …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“No, Peter and I are not intimate. Very unlikely too. He's in love with his Phanessa. You know her as Mechelle, our British bartender at Steel Horse. Peter and I have a close relationship. He's sort of like the older brother I never had. We may have a business partnership going. We seem to agree on a lot of things and sometimes we squabble like brother and sister. But I don't see any intimacy between us, ever. Won't say never because that's too long a time.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she stretches out her legs and sets down her glass ... time to fetch the bottle ... she starts to talk before I have a chance to unwind and go to fetch the bottle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… listen to her and when she runs down, unwind my legs …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So I suggest another appointment with Dr. Kyle might be a good thing for you? She's helping me a whole lot. And I like her too. Sucks to lose your memories like that. I wonder what happened to Nicole? She got drugged different, best I could tell. I hate the Jamesons! Maybe I ought to do a Comte de Monte-Cristo on them, y'know, an elaborate and totally devastating sort of revenge thing, just on general principle.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… leverage my body to my feet …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I'll get the wine. We need more. So are you attracted to Steffy? Talk about that maybe? Is she cute? How does she rub you the right and wrong ways? I'm listening, go ahead.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… head for the kitchen and get the bottle of wine out of the fridge ... head back out to grab her glass and fill it to an inch of the brim ... mine the same ... set the bottle down because we'll polish it off soon enough …</em></span></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 04:51:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">No reaction on the pushing agent part. Hmm. Either she's already aware of it, or it's still processing. And there is a love interest for this Peter guy, just not Jaclyn. <br><br>"Phanessa? Never heard her called that before. And how does, "Phanessa" feel about Peter? Is there potential there? Or is it another one of those, "never say never" situations? Sounds like a decent guy anyway."<br><br>She starts to get up, but pauses briefly.<br><br>*giggle*&nbsp; "Dr. Kyle? That part isn't funny, I was just thinking about what she told me: how she let's all of her patients address her as they seem fit. I went with 'Miss Kat.' Seemed right. Something about my innate, submissive personality. Probably shouldn't talk much about our sessions though, huh? She probably wouldn't approve of us comparing notes."<br><br>I *sigh* at her next question, because I've wondered the same thing. <br><br>"I haven't heard hide nor hair from Nicole since ... I think that day we saw her at Bowser's. I'm hoping she's just laying low, and enjoying her new found wealth. I kinda hope too, that she's left that whole "being a maid" thing behind her. At least until she finds someone trustworthy. She could be an easy target otherwise."<br><br>I think about chiming in on the Jamesons, but hold my tongue for now. Definitely agree with her on Johnna, and while James is a bonafide creep, I think that's just his rich playboy side coming out. His age just makes it seem creepy. I think. I still don't believe he's innately evil anyway. Let that be for now. Jaclyn's fetching more wine anyway, and is asking about Steffy. <br><br>"Attracted to her? That's not even the half of it, Jaclyn. She makes me smile, in my darkest moments, and laugh 'til my side hurts in my better moments. She picks on me, but in a good natured fashion, and I pick right back. Cute is a good word for her, especially in her blonde moments, but sexy too. Have you ever seen her in a cowgirl outfit? OMG did she look irresistible! She's just ..." *wistful sigh* I trail off, with a dreamy expression on my face. <br><br>It takes me a moment, but I snap out of it, and talk about the other half of the question.<br><br>"I don't know that she's ever rubbed me the wrong way, per-se, but she does push me ... or ... my comfort levels I guess. Like ... when she went home with me so I could "remeet" my parents. The was a kerfuffle with my Dad about my "chosen" lifestyle. So I wanted to wear more conservative clothes after that, to not set him off. Steffy said I shouldn't dress to please him. And while I agree, it was uncomfortable. Like I said though, it's not really an issue, because she's not wrong when she's pushing me along."<br><br>Do I tell her about us having sex? Namely, me losing my female virginity to her? I don't even think Jaclyn is aware that I had a female virginity to lose. If I tell her, I'm also going to have to bring up James, and the nanos. Better have more wine first. <br><br>"Might as well bring the bottle. I have a feeling we're going to make quick work of it." *giggle*</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 11:56:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… how does Max feel toward Peter? ... do we compare notes on our therapist? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I've no idea how Phanessa Max feels about Peter. I've heard him refer to her but never had the chance to chat with her about it, just like no, we don't compare notes on our doctor and your boss. It's like the ancient principal, where telling one's real name gives the other power over them. Discussing my therapy would take the spirit out of mine and might harm yours. I suspect the same is true about yours. And you have insights because she's your employer that one just shouldn't share unless they're misguided.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of the wine ... yes, this one I like but not as well as the searingly dry versions ... matter of taste ... ah yes, Nicole ... well, never mind ... we move forward ... and now to Steffy…</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I love Steffy. She and I have gotten into great trouble together and somehow both survived. She's a survivor. I aspire to survive too so hanging out with her is good for me. All those little tips that fellow survivors can give.”</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I suspect how you dress for yourself and for those you choose to attract might be one of those tips for life. I dress to be attracted to me in the mirror first and then depending on who I'm seeing may modify that slightly. But never so much that I don't like my appearance. I wore that denim skirt and jacket to see Dr. Kyle that first day because ir felt like a comfort outfit, like comfort food except for wearing. I'll dress very different next time I see her, more for my boldness and in line with my therapy.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of the wine …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So if it isn't too painful, talk about what drove you to flee to the ladies room earlier? And please, any secrets you share are safe with me. If I told all the personal secrets I've heard in my time, there'd be legions of flying monkeys all over me and I'd prefer to avoid that.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 18:35:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I *nod* in agreement with staying silent on our individual therapy sessions. I've caught a few glimpses into some of Miss Kat's other tactics, but I am obligated to keep that quiet. <br><br>"I don't know as much about her methods as you might think. I've only ever had one session with her myself and, as far as I can tell, her office is sound-proof sooo ... Yeah, I don't know as much as you might think."<br><br>Steffy's a survivor too? It's not something I've given much thought to. I take a sip of my freshly refilled wine and think about that a moment.<br><br>"I've heard it mentioned that she was poisoned once, is that right? She never talks about it. You'd never know from talking to her that she'd been through something like that." *sigh* "Ok, someone is getting a great big hug when I get home."<br><br>Dress to be attracted to herself first? <br><br>"Huh! Never thought about it that way before. Not a bad tip. Look in the mirror and ask, 'Would I fuck me?'" *giggle* "Back home it was more, look in the mirror and figure out which level of conniption fit this outfit would cause Dad to have. Usually aimed for somewhere between mild headache and Krakatoa. Usually. Heh heh"<br><br>I stretch my legs out completely, and accidentally bump my toes into Jaclyn's thighs. <br><br>"Whoop, sorry." I say, immediately pulling my feet back. <br><br>Take a sip again, and reexamine why I ran off to the bathroom. I touched on it already, but... <br><br>"Kinda hard to explain. It's partly a hopeless angst, part nervous breakdown, part ... just needing to be left alone a moment to clear my head. So much has happened to me Jaclyn, beyond even the drugging and the memory loss."<br><br>I pause, looking down at my glass and swirling it around, but not drinking. <br><br>"The Jameson's are involved in nano-technology, did you know that? And I know you know I went on an undercover date with James, I read the file. Sometime between then, and the party, I got dosed with nanites. I can personally vouch for the fact that ... their tech is now very advanced. Decades ahead of what any publication would have you believe."<br><br>I pause again thinking about how to continue.<br><br>"They changed me, Jaclyn. Quite ... significantly. That my outward appearance doesn't seem to have changed much, should give you a pretty good idea of what I mean." *blushing*</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 01:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she seems to get my point on dressing …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Not so much would I fuck me, but do I feel like someone who needs to be fucked? Not quite that. Someone who feels secure in myself to be ready to meet others. If I like me, you are free to like or dislike me but whichever isn't my problem!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her foot bumps my thigh and I reach over with one hand to take a light hold on her foot ... rub my thumb over the node below her big toe and urge her to stretch out her leg …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“It's okay Courtney. ”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she tells me what I already know about the Jamesons ... and maybe some conspiracy theory …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“How did they change you Courteney? I mean, how you wouldn't have changed yourself if you knew the way to do it?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… massage her foot with one hand ... knowing what that can do top anyone ... buty she need soto relax and confess facts to herself ... if I can enable that, all is good …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 03:33:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Rather than oblige the retraction of my foot, she lightly takes a hold of it. Remarkably, I don't flinch, or pull away, but rather follow her lead, and stretch my legs out. In fact, when starts lightly rubbing, I even go so far as to rest my feet on her thigh. I do watch her reaction very carefully though, in case she finds this unacceptable.<br><br>"That feels nice Jaclyn, I'll give you all day to stop that." *giggle*<br><br>I take a slow sip, and close my eyes, feeling relaxation settling in. Her question is ... complicated though. Well, maybe not the question, so much as the answer. I have to pause every so often as I speak though, as the tension seems to melt right out as she works.<br><br>"Mmmm ... Well that's the ... funny thing Jaclyn. There isn't any ... one thing they did to me that I wouldn't want in the first place. Well ... maybe one thing, but I'm undecided on it because ... Well maybe I should just tell you everything ... since ... since you're so good at rubbing feet ... heh heh."<br><br>"The first thing I noticed ... well ok, not the first, but I'll get to that ...Anyway the <strong><em>second</em></strong> thing I noticed, was how my clothes didn't quite fit me right anymore. Jeans, pants, even some of my panties seemed off. After about the third or fourth person asked if I was wearing padding in my hips, I put two and two together, and realized my hip had been widened."<br><br>"The next one took awhile to notice. I'm not sure how long, but ... have you ever been really busy, and realize you can't remember when the last time you shaved your legs was? That happened to me. Everytime I checked though, my legs were as smooth as fresh wax job. It didn't take long to realize that, except for what you see on my head, I was completely hairless and smooth ... everywhere. No peach fuzz, no stubble, or sign of growth to be found anywhere, and that's still the case today."<br><br>I close my eyes again as she hits a particularly sore spot. <br><br>"The most shocking changes though ... I ... I'm not sure you'd even believe me if I told you. I still have a hard time wrapping my head around how it's even remotely possible..." I trail off, before taking a healthy drink. <br><br>I look at Jaclyn nervously, knowing I'm going to tell her, but trying to build up the courage.<br><br>"I'm uh ... I now have ..." *sigh* "the nanos also caused a ..."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 18:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… continue to massage her foot ... she rests her feet on my thigh ... lift one foot to slide my skirt up a little so her feet rest on my skin ... she has nice feet ... cute and her skin is very nice …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she describes the effects she noticed from whatever the Jamesons dosed her with ... nicer skin and hairless ... not something usual even for XX genetic females ... for which among many other things I have to continue to take Estrogen ... and her hips! ... actual skeletal modifications! ... and then she hesitates ... embarrassed or maybe unbelievable? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take a sip of my wine and set the glass down ... use both hands on her foot as I work around the spot where she twitched ... sneak up on the soreness is how my masseuse&nbsp; puts it …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Keep going. I try for one unbelievable yet true thing a day and haven't filled my quota for today yet.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she has nice ankles too …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 06:42:27</strong>
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				I close my eyes and part my lips as she really starts working my foot. I try to ignore the fact that she hike her skirt up a little, so that skin was now on skin. <br><br>"I uhhh ... God that feels good. Someone just earned themselves a return foot massage ..."<br><br>I take a brief few moments, and regather my thoughts.<br><br>"I have a ... You know ... They gave me a ..." I make a diamond shape with my thumbs and forefingers over my crotch. Because I'm too embarrassed to say: "... pussy," finally escapes my lips, just above a whisper. The "band-aid now ripped off," I find it incrementally easier to keep going. "Right below, and partially attached to my co ... penis, where my testicles used to be."<br><br>I drain the rest of my second glass, and set it down again. <br><br>"It gets even more shocking, and this is the '<em><strong>one thing</strong></em>' I mentioned, that I'm not sure I'm ok with. I uhh ... Let's just say that, in a very short period of time from now, I'm going to have to consider going on some form of ... birth control."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 14:13:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she appreciates the foot massage and offers one in return ... but this evening is about her ... won't hold her to that though it would be nice …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she goes on to talk about the changes and then comes the unbelievable whammy ... I stop breathing for a moment and then consciously exhale ... decide this is a good moment to work on her other foot ... while I think about what to say next! ... I mean ... a pussy and a penis? ... and ovaries instead of balls? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“That sounds amazing Courtney! I mean, I believe you because you're telling me and there's no reason for you to lie to me about, about something like this.”</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So you've had periods? Have you seen doctors? Like gynecologists and endocrinologists? I mean, not to explain what happened but to know whether you're, um, fertile and have a real uterus and not just a vagina and lots of natural estrogen and stuff like that?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wow! ... and what are the side effects? ... and of course she's not okay with needing birth control! ... no wonder she's gotten all moody! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>10-08-2018, 03:15:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The shock ... disbelief? ... is written all over her face. Her breath catches, and the foot massage momentarily stops. All I can do is give her one of those, *as a matter-of-fact it's true,* kind of expressions. <br><br>"No, and no. I have this memory of James saying I wouldn't have periods until around day 40, with pregnancy possible after. This is day 34, so really it could happen anytime now. I've been keeping ... supplies in my purse, which feels awkward as hell."<br><br>"I was going to go get checked out by Dr. Tang back at Lacy, because she's discreet, and I trust her but ... well you know what happened."<br><br>"What I can tell you is only anecdotal, based on ... my experiences so far. I <strong><em>had</em></strong> a hymen, and it was painful the first time ... Steffy and I had sex. I ... get wet when I'm aroused now."<br><br>"As far as a uterus? I don't know but, it feels like ... I dunno how to describe it ... It just feels like, there's "more" in there than just a vagina. It might just be in my head, but I don't think so."<br><br>"Don't know about hormones either, but at the risk of revealing some of my therapy session, Miss Kat has a theory. She thinks my testicles are still present, but just pulled up and into my body. I guess this interferes with their normal function? Something about them being too hot?" <br><br>"I dunno but, she thinks part of why I get so moody and emotional is because my new female hormones are increasing and fighting with my old male ones, which are slowly decreasing. She explained it better than that, but you get the idea."<br><br>"Sooo, yeah. Tack that onto my list of issues," I say, subtly *shaking my head*<br><br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>10-08-2018, 19:47:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… much becomes very clear ... wonder what help I can provide …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So I think we need to find you a doctor. Someone like Jenny you can trust. Because honestly girlfriend, you've got a lot of body stuff to deal with and you need some facts!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… leave her foot alone for a moment and empty the last of the Chablis into her empty glass ... good news is I have two more in the refrigerator ... return to her foot ... she's all tensed up! ... one hand works on her foot ... other works up her ankle to her calf …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Um, since you're spending the night and all, we could, um, move to the Jacuzzi. I'll open another bottle and we can soak and relax and, um, get more comfortable.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… mental slap! ... stop trying to seduce her, Jaclyn! ... she's cute and attractive but with your best friend Steffy! ... hands off! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 16:02:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dammit! knew I should have lied about not having seen doctor yet.<br><br>"That is the issue though, trust. I can't just walk into a gyno's office and say, <em>Hey, check this out!</em> I mean I could, but ... Trust. I don't wanna become some lab rat being poked and prodded with endless tests, or the subject of a medical journal, you know? They're gonna see my medical history, realize I wasn't born this way, and wonder what happened."<br><br>I sip my freshly filled wine and think. I know I need to see a doctor, it's just ... awkward. If Jaclyn wasn't making feel so relaxed, I'd probably protest more, but she's now working her massage up to my calf, and I'm not about to ruin my relaxation by over-thinking. I close my eyes and soak in the attention.<br><br>"Do you know anyone? Discreet doctors, that is. If it's someone you trust, then .. I guess I'd be more open to getting checked out."<br><br>Her hands are magic! My tension is just melting away. The alcohol is helping too, I'm sure. <br><br>"You have a jacuzzi here? Nice. If you wouldn't judge a gurl for not wearing a bra, a soak sounds heavenly."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 16:54:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… work her calf up to her knee ... can't reach farther given how we're arranged ... she is so tense! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Tell you what, I'll investigate. I need one too, y'know. Not quie for the same reason but I need to monitor my hormone balance. Too much or too little of this or that isn't good for the appearance I need to maintain.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she's up for the jacuzzi! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Tell you what, I'll go start the tub and get us some plastic glasses for the wine. I don't want broken glass anywhere near my bath! You just relax here and I'll come get you when the tub is ready.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lift her feet off my leg and slide out from under them ... set them back down with a gentle squeeze …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Don't go anywhere!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… head first into the bath ... tub is big enough for two ... barely ... start it running and toss in bath oils and salts ... light the candles ... get out two large bath towels ... and head into the kitchen ... plastic glasses ... another bottle of wine ... take those into the bath and pour into the two cups ... the tub is filling nicely ... head back out and offer her my hand to help her sit up …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay let's go. It'll be ready by the time we're ready to get in.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold her hand as we go into the bathroom ... then let it go and turn my back to her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Please unzip me. So much easier than the struggle to do it myself.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 06:23:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Her hand works its way up to my knee, but goes no higher. Disappointing because the more she massages, the more I realize that I really need a good massage. The Jacuzzi will probably help though. She does say something interesting though, and I learned something I never knew about her. <br><br>"Oh! So, you're ... fully transitioned? Am I understanding that right? I never knew that. Not to pry, but ... Was it by choice?"<br><br>Relax while she gets the jacuzzi ready? <strong><em>That</em></strong> I can do! <br><br>"Mm, sounds good. I'm so relaxed right now I don't wanna move yet anyway. Thank you Jaclyn, that felt amazing."<br><br>She slides out from under my legs, gives them a gentle squeeze and tells me not go go anywhere. I *giggle* back and teasingly say:<br><br>"Yes ma'am!" *smile*<br><br>She walks out and I take a sip of wine, which is now dangerously close to empty. I needed a night light this. Drinking, talking, and (soon to be) hanging out in a jacuzzi. It feels nice just to unwind away from all the chaos of my life.<br><br>Somewhere in the distance, I can hear water running, and a short time later she walks back out to grab a couple of glasses and another bottle of wine. She disappears again, so I just lay my head back and stare off into space for a little while. So nice and relaxed, and my head isn't racing at 100 mph thinking about this problem or that problem ... No, it's just in a nice, easy, peaceful place.<br><br>A couple of minutes later, she's standing over me and offering me her hand. My glass is long since empty and set aside, so I just reach up and take it, managing to get my legs working. I just smile and nod when she's says it'll be ready by the time we're ready, and she takes my hand to lead me to the bathroom.<br><br>When we get there, she drops my hand and turns around to ask for help with her zipper. *gulp* It dawns on me only then that I'm undressing a friend. A friend who was giving me wine ... massaging my legs and ... she's got candles burning! Now my mind is racing, but I'm not yet jumping to any conclusions. I wonder if she's wearing a bra herself? I gently grab the hem at the top with my left hand, and slowly pull down the zipper with my right.<br><br>"Heh heh, I know right? That's why I like this particular romper."<br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f0e2/mqb6ilk4tr01aw16g.jpg)</div>To show her what I mean, I now turn around, duck my head down, and pull the neck halter up and over my head. I then pull down and off of my breasts, and the rush of cold air hitting brings the fact that I'm now topless, into sharp focus. No stopping now though. I wiggle my hips as I pull it down and off, being careful not to pull my panties down with it. I don't really care if she sees my boobs, and she's been forewarned that I wasn't wearing a bra, but I'm not nearly drunk enough to so more than that. <br><br>"Shall we?" I say, grabbing an already filled glass of wine. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 11:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… over my shoulder as I walk …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Totally by choice and with my Mistress' permission. I was Dr. Jenny's first surgery after she arrived in early 2010.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she unzips my dress and I slide it down my arms ... she can see I'm not wearing a brad ... as it drops lower, she can see the band of my little thong as it drops between my but cheeks ... step out of the dress and I'm naked with my back to her except for the thong ... take a hanger from the back of the door and hang my dress on it ... take another hanger and turn to see her with her romper around her hips ... she's really lovely! hold out one hand for her romper …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Here, let me hang that for you.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… find myself tingling at the thought of seeing her nano-constructed anatomy …</em></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 06:08:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f0e2/mqb6ilk4tr01aw16g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Mostly Naked Courtney</strong></div></div>"Oh! Whew! I was hoping you'd say it was by choice! I can't honestly say if what happened to me was by choice or not. I mean, on the one hand, it did involve the Jamesons. On the other ... I'm not unhappy about it, except the pregnancy thing. Even that though ... I dunno. I'm free from Lacy now sooo maybe? Does that sound crazy?"<br><br>Oh God! She's not wearing a bra either! Her back is to me but, that's not helping matters. Not with that thong. Stop it, Courtney, just stop it! We're <strong><em>friends!</em></strong> Just friends. You're life is complicated enough, don't make matters worse. Right. Cheating on Steffy? No! Never! Sexual relations with your bosses client? Bad idea too. Don't act awkward, just turn around and hand her your romper.<br><br>"He-here you go." I try, and fail at not sounding nervous with my breasts on full display as I hand her my romper. <br><br>Though I've steeled myself to behave, I can't help but look at her body. I wouldn't call myself fat by any stretch, but seeing her almost completely nude, you can definitely tell she either works out or is more careful about what she eats than I am. She has the kind of body that women everywhere envy.<br><br>"Sorry, heh heh, just a little nervous. I'm ok though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 18:38:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she replies that she's apparently okay with being a female except for the pregnancy thing …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Women have prevented pregnancy for many years. What's the old joke? The best way to prevent pregnancy is a phone book held tightly between the knees!" #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"And you – and Steffy if you want, you get to the doctor I'm going to find you. Get some facts and then make good decisions. Nothing beats good decisions and getting friends to help too."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take the dress and put it on the hanger ... turn and hang it on the back of the door before turning back to her ... she's all nervous! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Hey, skinny dipping girlfriends isn't something to be nervous about."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with that, put my hands on the strings to my thong at my hips and slide it down ... lean down and shove it past my knees ... it drops to my feet ... stand and step out of the tiny pantie puddle on the floor …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"See you in the tub, Courtney!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… step past her and lean over to test the water temperature with my wrist ... the display says 104° ... check that the towels are reachable ... and holding the edge, one foot over the edge into the tub ... swing the other in ... step to the far end ... turn to face her and watch her as I ease down into the swirling water ... the aroma from the salts and oils is wonderful ... and yes, there will be room for two ... with her feet next to my butt ... ooops! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ooops, for got to put my hair up. Be a doll please and grab two hair clips out of the second drawer left between the sinks. Should be toward the front!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… reach back and grab my hair ... twist it and lift the twist to the top of my head to clip there when she hands it to me …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 23:06:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f0e2/mqb6ilk4tr01aw16g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Naked Courtney</strong></div></div>"Oh I know, there's plenty of ways to prevent pregnancy, though that sounds like one of the less fun options." *giggle* "Just one more thing to think about is all. One more worry."<br><br>Jaclyn puts me at ease, saying there's nothing to be nervous about, just two girls skinny dipping. It's easy to believe that my mind is reading too much into the situation, but still ... my mind does wonder when she drops her panties ... shamelessly bending over to pull them off. <br><br>"Be right there."<br><br>And now comes the million dollar question: Do I follow suit and drop my panties as well? My mind races, searching for answers on how she'd perceive my decision. On the one hand, keeping them on my be perceived as not trusting her, or just as bad: me not trusting myself with the situation.<br><br>On the other hand, dropping my panties puts me on full display, and she may just want a better look. I would, if I were her. Having friends is about trust though right? Ands that's what this is supposed to be about ... having a trusted friend. So in the end, I that dropping my panties isn't the worst thing in the worlld.<br><br>The fabric protests a bit as it stretches around my wide hips and well-rounded tushy ... the added tension in the fabric causes my little cocklette, (which is thankfully not at full mast), to flop up against my skin as it pops free ... a little bit of moisture is visually evident when my panties pull away from my pussy. All of this happened with in the space of just a second, and I try to ignore it as best I can. <br><br>I was about to grab our glasses of champagne and hop in the tub, (which is smaller than I had envisioned), when Jacyln asks me to grab two hairs clips from the drawer. Finding them was easy enough, but it was only when I was halfway to her with the clips in my hand, that I realized the ... awkward problem going without panties was about to present. <br><br>Being naked, underwater and opposite the tub from her was one thing ... standing right next to her with my dual genitals at eye level, that was something different altogether. I wasn't prepared to give her such an up close and personal view, but now I'm wondering if she's curious at all. <br><br>"In the interest of not being shy or nervous, you umm ... can look more closely, if you like."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 15:54:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold out one hand for the hairclip while shameless gawking at her antomy …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Thank you I will! Um ..." #<em>NervousGiggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pin up my hair ... hold out a hand to help her into the tub …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Um, two thoughts crossed my mind, or maybe three. Since we're being really honest. First was I'm sorta jealous! It's be really neat to be able to both pitch and catch in the same ballgame." #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh that was a nasty pun! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Second though was wondering whether your, um, your penis still works. I know, too intimate but that was what I thought. And last was horrible but I'm going to say it anyway. I thought about taking a pass at you, to try out your, um, your features! "</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… can she see I'm blushing in the flickering candlelight? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Sorry, I probably should just shut up now and soak. Don't forget your wine!"</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 04:04:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f0e2/mqb6ilk4tr01aw16g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Naked Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Friends. The family you get to choose, so the saying goes. <br><br>Jaclyn helps me into the tub and I carefully lower myself in. "Ohhhhh ... That feels good."<br><br>Now settled in and sipping my wine, I listen as Jaclyn starts giving some thoughts on what she just saw. <br><br>*giggle* "So far it's been one or the other. Well ... mostly. Heh heh. If I'm 'catching,' there's always free hands available."<br><br>The next question is one I've actually been concerned about myself. You do enough reading, and you learn what happens to testicles when they don't stay properly cooled. Eventually they stop working.<br><br>*shrug* "So far no issues, everything still works fine. Probably can't father children anymore though. Guessing on that, but every medical article basically says that if the testicles get to hot, and stay that way for prolonged periods, they basically shutdown."<br><br>I pause there. I had heard what else she said, and was dreading trying to answer it. No choice now. I down the rest of my wine, stand up, and carefully step out of the tub. I grab a towel, wrap it around my waist, and head to the bathroom, deciding on not saying anything I'll regret. I'm not mad at her. Who could blame her for trying? I'm just disappointed at her proposition is all. I mean maybe it <strong><em>wasn't</em></strong> actually a pass at me, but I can't stick around to find out. <br><br>I start quickly drying off, but just enough to be able to get dressed without being soaked. I pull up my panties, and between my wide hips, and my still semi wet skin, some of the elastic audibly snaps as I get them pulled up. They'll hold until I get home though. <br><br>*sigh*Is what my life is destined to be now? Make a friend, have a few drinks, then get propositioned as soon as they find out just how intriguingly different I am? Shoulda kept the damn panties on Courtney, and kept your damn mouth shut. From now on, absolutely no one else is finding out about my secret. *shaking my head* Except what ever doctor Jaclyn chases down. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 13:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh shiut! ... I didn't ... did I? ... no, no I didn't! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Courtney? Girlfriend? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything. Just expressing thoughts and not acting on them! Please stay Courtney. I'm sorry!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I don't move from the tub ... yes, I could try to hold her from leaving but that's not how I roll ... we could renegotiate the tub and everything if she'd just pause and maybe listen ... but she's strong willed and that's a good thing too ... and this hurts! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I'm sorry, Courtney!" #<em>Teary</em></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 00:50:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I finished getting dressed, and look at at myself in the mirror. What I see staring back at me ... it's sad. Can't function in public, can't function in private can't function hardly at all. Depressing. What would the old me have done? Cracked a joke? Rebuffed her advances but stayed in the tub? Taken her up on it? No clue. Probably the latter. <br><br>The old me looked like fun, from what I've read, and the pictures I've seen. Where is <em><strong>that</strong></em> girl? She's not in the mirror. Is she in there somewhere? Hiding? Waiting for the world to make sense again? Will she ever feel safe enough to come back out? *sigh* Depressing. I walk back over to the jacuzzi and look at Jaclyn.<br><br>"Don't apologize, Jaclyn. If I thought about it, I'd probably be flattered. The thing is, I've been drinking, you've been drinking, we were both naked in the tub ... It's just a recipe for bad decisions." I tilt my head back, eyes welling up a bit. <br><br>"I can't make anymore bad decisions!" *shaking my head* "Steffy's all I got ... The only good thing to come out of all of this. If I lost her because I had a moment of weakness ..." I clench my eyes shut, and tears start streaming down. "I couldn't do it ... I couldn't go on..." <br><br>*deep breath*<br><br>"It's nothing you did ... I'm just a mess. I think might just head home."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 18:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she comes back over to the tub and tells me not ot apologize ... listen to her a bit …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Please don't head home Courtney. Um, you're right, we were getting too close to doing something we both would regret. But please stay, okay? Your dress is ripped and in the morning we can figure that out so you can get home without looking a mess. Um, and you're not a mess! You're trying to feel your way through something you've never done before. Um, Something maybe no one ever has had to do. Um, how about you go grab a pair of PJs in my closet. Tops and pants in the dresser, left drawers, second from the bottom. Nighties in the closet hanging far, far left. Take your pick. Some should fit you. Come back and talk to me when you're changed. But please stay. Please talk. And there's always the guest bedroom for later."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she needs talk more than being alone tonight ... she's maybe close to a breakthrough …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 06:31:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Don't head home she says, almost pleadingly. She even offers pj's and a change of clothes in the morning. What do I do? She said it herself, we were very close to a path of regret, and we got there without even realizing it. If I stay the night, in her pajamas and in her guest room, isn't that just one more step towards that path? <br><br>But it's late too, and I've been drinking. Drunk gurl on the streets late at night sounds like an even worse idea. So what then? Call Steffy to come pick me up? No. Bad idea. For one, she'd be wondering about the empty wine bottle and the pervasive scent of the candles. For two, she would wonder just why it is I had to call her, when very clearly I'm safe here. That's option is out. No good options come to mind. <br><br>*sigh* "Ok, I'll stay but ... No I'll just sleep in this. I don't need to be heading to your bedroom, and trying on your nighties. Sorry, I just can't. It'll be fine, promise. I actually have some romper pj's that are reallllly comfy. I'll just pretend these are them. Heh heh."<br><br>"I'm uhh, just gonna go text Steffy quick ... confirm that I'm staying here."<br><br>I walk out and head to the living room and send Steffy another text. She's probably sleeping by now anyway, but ... Anyway, I put my phone away, walk to the window and stare at the moon. Hard to believe that things could ever be so chaotic and complicated when staring out with the windows closed. It looks so peaceful, and beautiful. <br><br>I know though, that if I opened the window, all the noise from everyone else's chaos would ruin the peaceful illusion. There'd be the hum of the road noise, the occasional horn honking, people laughing, others yelling, police sirens in the distance. So I leave the window closed, content to enjoy a peaceful vision, and ignore the ugly reality.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 19:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shje declines that too and leaves to text Steffy ... when she doesn't return, I get out of the tub and turn it off ... won't drain it just yet ... put on a white terry robe and take the bottle and glasses out …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she's standing ... looking out the window into the night ... fetch two clean wine glasses and pour them ... carry them out and walk toward her&nbsp; ... she can probably see me reflected in the glass …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Another glass of wine for your thoughts, Courtney. Life's not as bleak as it might seem, y'know."</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>20-08-2018, 04:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">How long I was staring out the window, I can't even say for sure. Long enough for Jaclyn to come back out ... her reflected visage appearing just below the moon's position. She at least appears to be clothed in a robe now. <br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Another glass of wine for your thoughts, Courtney. Life's not as bleak as it might seem, y'know."</span><br><br>I don't turn to look at her just yet though ... I'm still kind of lost in thought ... I decide to share what I've been thinking.<br><br>"It looks so peaceful out there, doesn't it? Beautiful even..." *sigh* "If I were to open this window though, we'd know the truth: It only <em><strong>looks</strong></em> peaceful. What looks peaceful and beautiful ...&nbsp; is actually chaotic and sometimes very ugly."<br><br>I turn to look at her, very somberly.<br><br>"Things are never as they first appear. Most people look at me, and see a quiet, beautiful girl. In truth ... That's just another view, with the windows closed." *frown*<br><br>"I'll have one more glass of wine, Jaclyn, and we can talk some more ... but I am getting rather sleepy. Will need to head to bed soon."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 02:23:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her comment on the world is spot on …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"And even when we express what's inside, it's usually misinterpreted if not downright used against us. There are times I wish I could live so far away from anything that a tree falling in the forest would be the most interesting thing to happen in a month. My brain gets so noisy sometimes ..."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… head for bed would be good ... I head for the couch though ... keep the robe closed around me and my legs covered to mid thigh as I sit ... modesty seems best ... I'll toss a pair of PJs into her room later ... and my light trench coat for her to wear back to her place in the morning …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 03:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">She does seem to understand a bit about what I'm going through. Not sure about the misinterpreted, and used against me part, but noisy brain? <br><br>"Right?!! Would my brain just shutup already! I know I have problems, stop reminding me every three seconds It makes it worse, doesn't it?"<br><br>She suddenly has my attention, and I retake my seat on the couch, sitting crossed-legged ... criss-cross-applesauce, (ugh. there used to be a really easy term for this, but now everyone is brainwashed into thinking it's somehow politically incorrect, but I digress), and lean forward, full engaged in this line of thought.<br><br>"I keep forgetting that you've had a lot of ... trouble going on as well. Sorry. It's easy to forget that other people have problems too. So! It's your turn, spill! What's your noise sound like?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 13:29:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she sits and doesn't offer her feet for touching ... ah well ... my turn I guess ... sip of wine ... where to start …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Where was it, in Alice and Through the Looking Glass, they say it's always best to start at the beginning. So I ended up at Lacy Place and worked in the bar for Jacqueline and Miss Sophie. Most important for what comes later, I asked to be collared by Miss Anne. I guess I didn't know what it meant to fully submit to someone else until that time, but oh did I learn! Miss Anne was not a dominant like some of the others, she wasn't cruel on a whim, though she could be very stern and could dole out punishment with the best if indeed one of hers went astray. We were expected to do our jobs and consult her for big decisions. I had three of those to make."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… those days ... those decisions …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"The first was perhaps the hardest to make. I decided I wanted to be a woman as best I could instead of just dressing and looking like one. Miss Anne allowed me to have my boy parts made into girl parts. I was Dr. Jenny's first patient for that. Shortly after that, Miss Anne gave me permission to have my breasts done as well so I could get rid of the breast forms. Would have been so much easier with nano but we didn't have that then. I don't know how I would have gone with nano among the choices. I didn't want a penis, I can say that with great certainty! Miss Anne was my guiding hand through all that. Her collar lifted me up, if you know what I mean. "</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… how to put this next one? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Then a decision was made for me. I wish I knew who it was but I don't. </span></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Exploit</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC: I exploited a bug in the website payment system.</span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> My debt was paid off. Out of the blue, paid off. If the cute girls were on the job back them, I might have asked them to investigate. But then I had to leave. I needed to go see my Mom. I didn't ask permission, I tried to sneak out. And Miss Anne and Jacqueline who were married by that time intercepted me and actually gave me money for the bus so I wouldn't have to hitchhike. Oh, Miss Anne was sad I was leaving but she helped too."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what a long, strange trip …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"That was my first Mistress. Last too, except for a series of Dommes that I didn't choose and that weren't kind like Miss Anne. My point I guess is I had found what it was like to submit willingly and completely. I liked that. It wasn't sexual or exploitative, it was a relationship unlike any other. My relationship with my late fiancée Christina was one of equals."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of wine …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Is this boring you Courtney? It's necessary context for what happened after that."</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 04:16:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Other people's problems: they have a way of putting yours into perspective. At first it didn't seem so bad. Lacy arrival, collared but wanting to be collared, and a voluntary SRS ... nothing to be glossed over for sure, as they are life changing events but...<br><br>But I've got that feeling ... that feeling you get when things are going well, but you can just sense a turn for the worst coming. That's what I felt as she talked about her debt being paid off. I don't know what was ... Maybe just the simple fact we were talking about problems, but so far she'd brought up nothing I hadn't expected. <br><br>Or maybe it was a subtlety to her voice, like it was building up to something. Like ... like the subtle shift of the music in a horror movie before the alien jumps out. You don't notice the change at first, but as the seconds tick by, it dawns on you that something is about to happen. That's what this feels like. Something is coming. <br><br>Pleasant Mistress, no ... Not some pleasant dommes ... no, I don't think that's it. Discovering that she liked to willingly and completely submit ... ok, that is surprising. Never pictured a powerful woman like her being submissive. That could definitely lead to problems, something I'm all too aware of. <br><br>Still, I don't think that's it. Anticipating a big reveal, with shock and awe and omg's or tears or something of the sort, I almost missed it completely! Did she just say <strong><em>late</em></strong> fiancée? It takes a second longer to process than it should of, but my eyes go wide when it hits home. <br><br>"OMG! No! Not boring me! What happened to your fiancée? Ohhh God Jaclyn, I'm so sorry! I .. I never knew." I say, welling up a bit in empathy.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">O M G! Ok. If she can bounce back from that, there's no reason I can't bounce back too. That's some serious trauma there. My God. I can't even imagine!<br><br>"Please Jaclyn. Please continue," I say sympathetically.</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 13:49:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… go on, she says …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"So anyway, I ended up going back to the resort and casino and started working in the Orientation Center and eventually ended up managing it. I was able to get into the local college and on the first day I went there to register for classes, I met, um, met Christina. She was there on a scholarship from Denmark and we just hit it off. She, um, she was in line to take over a large chemical company in Copenhagen and when I met the CEO, we got along and I just got included in the plan to take over running the company when the CEO retired which would have been shortly after Christina and I finished college. Christina proposed to me on Christmas Day a year and a half later in Paris. Life was just perfect!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and then …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"That summer, Christina went to a two week seminar in Zurich. She made it back to Vegas but never back to our suite at the hotel. She was kidnapped and by the time we traced her down, the shipping container she and others had been transported in was found off the coast of Yemen. Best we could figure out, she'd been sold into the middle east slave market. That was impenetrable to my friends at, um, at Interpol."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… still have to wipe away a tear whenever I tell this …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"So we didn't stop trying to rescue her but had absolutely no success even tracking her down. Rewards didn't help. Nothing. So eventually the company CEO and her legal guardian had a court declare her deceased. I have to accept that too, or I'd just go mad! And the CEO just sold her shares of the company and I ended up with half of what she got for it. I didn't expect it, but all of a sudden I was incredibly wealthy and on my own."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of wine ... another …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I finished college and pursued my masters and started a PhD. I set up a company to buy and operate boutique hotels. I have one on Maui and another 9 around the Caribbean. That's the limit, I need to manage them hands on and I can't visit more than 10 twice a year so the money rolls in and I visit my resorts. I'm grooming the people who actually operate them to completely take over operation, and teaching them takes time and the local cultures often don't like women running things so it takes time and attention"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and now to today …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"So anyway, Steffy and I had hooked up with Nicole and then things got weird. I had to make an emergency trip to Grand Cayman and that's where I bumped into this Dianne du Monde. She, um, she has somehow managed to get some sort of hold on me. I'm trying to break that, that's why I'm seeing Dr. Kyle, to break my attraction to du Monde. The Jamesons are tied up in all this somehow too but I don't have time to worry about that anymore. I don't think Nicole made it out of the hotel when it went down right after Erdman started that fire in my suite with his damn flashbangs!"</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… don't think Taffy did either ... my life feels so empty ... poor little rich girl sip of my wine ... empty the glass …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Any questions? I'm about ready for bed."</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 03:02:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jacyln starts giving me some background on everything leading up to the tragic events with her fiancée. I listen attentively, shaking my head sympathetically. I couldn't fathom it getting worse, but it did. Much worse actually.<br><br>It turned out that this Christina was only legally declared deceased. She was kidnapped. Then sold off. To somewhere in the Middle East with the trail going cold in Yemen. My God ... That sounds worse than death ... I feel a cold, sickening pit forming in my stomach just thinking about it. My memory fiasco is serious, but to me it pales in comparison to this. <br><br>I mean ... you'd have to live with the knowledge that the one you loved was probably still alive out there somewhere, possibly in a brutal and war torn society, suffering God only knows what. And once the search failed, and was called off ... how would you even function? I'm speechless. Even when she gets to recent events that I'm familiar with, I'm struggling. That ... that's a lot to deal with each and every day. <br><br>"That's ... I'm so sorry Jaclyn. For the longest time after I got drugged, I could barely even pull myself out of bed in the morning. I can't even ... I can't imagine what you must have been going through ... still going through, I'm sure. Makes my issues seem trivial, honestly." *frown*<br><br>"I hate this world sometimes. I really do. The fact that we have people so greedy, that they willingly destroy lives just feed the needs of psychopaths?" *shaking my head* "It's downright depressing."<br><br>So, if I'm fitting the puzzle pieces together right, Jaclyn has a deep down desire for complete submission, and this ... Du Monde person has taken advantage of that. She must have been the other one on the roof that night.<br><br>"I'm in therapy for ... well not the same thing exactly, but similar reasons. My biggest problem, is I have no context for how to behave when confronted with everyday happenings ... sexual advances included. All those little hints people drop, or cues, or whatever, either go right over my head, or just confuse me. I have a hard time figuring out people's intentions. That of course can lead to an awkward situation, like we had."<br><br>"That's what Miss Kat just started working on with me: Context. Got a ways to go obviously. Heh heh. I'm not going to say how she's doing it, but I will say this, Jaclyn: Trust the process. She knows what she's doing."<br><br>*sigh* "I worry about who all managed to get out safely too. I've heard Jacqueline made it out safely, and Michy made it out, and Amanda, me of course, and Steffy, and Mackenzie, Mechelle ... and I heard a rumor that Taffy made it out, but was in hiding. Just a rumor so far though."<br><br>I let out out a *yawn* and think for a moment.<br><br>"I do have one question but, it might be a bit too personal, so you don't have to answer it, but I wonder ... Do you think <strong><em>part</em></strong> of the reason this Dianne person has such a hold of you, stems from sort of a ... self-destructive mentality after what happened with Christina?"<br><br>"I mean ... I know you said you were submissive beforehand, it's just ... Early on for me, I'd toss and turn in bed, crying, sobbing ... often wishing someone would just come along and finish wiping out my mind so I wouldn't be suffering anymore. It was hell those first few weeks, Jaclyn. I won't lie, I even contemplated suicide. I'd given up hope."<br><br>"I just wonder if, subconsciously, there isn't a part of you ready to give up as well. It sounds like you poured yourself into your studies and your work, which is a good way to cope initially, but ... I dunno. To me, I think part of you just wants to let the real world go ... stop fighting and give up in defeat. Easier to just quit right?"<br><br>"Except it isn't. Once you give up, I mean truly give up ... there is no coming back. You may realize later on that you made a terrible decision, but it'll be far too late to do anything about it. Like ...&nbsp; jumping off a building, only to realize halfway down that you want to live. Far too late at that point."<br><br>"If I'm way off base, or out-of-line, then I'm sorry. Just ... don't give up okay? Live your life in honor of Christina, if that helps. Find the happiness she'd want you to have. She may be gone ... but not her love. Love doesn't die. Ever. Use that as your strength and fight, Jaclyn."<br><br>*Yaaaawwn* "Pheww ... sorry. I think I'd better hit the hay, this gurl needs some sleep. Thanks for inviting me over and talking Jaclyn. It felt really good just to talk. Mind showing me to the guest room?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 20:17:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… watch her absorb what happened to my Christina ... remember all those nights ... some days too ... incapacitated ... no clue how I rescued myself …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I don't understand cruelty, Courtney. Just don't. I think I saved myself from total despair by going back to when I was a kid. I was raised on a ranch. Animals died. Most were slaughtered for food and the few pets usually died from accidents or we put them down when they were too sick to ever recover. Death isn't normal, but it's part of living or something like that. Unavoidable."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her suggestion for a relationship between my submissiveness and Christina is curious …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"You may be right on that Courtney. That's the intelligent me talking, not the one who still mourns. Um, feel free to tell Dr,. Kyle that. And if I think of anything that might help you, well I'll tell you and let you decide what to do with it. I know enough to not try to out doctor a doctor. Dr. Kyle's therapy seems to be working. Treating behavior instead of removing causes or patching over symptoms if you know what I mean."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… give up? ... I know that pit ... seventh circle of hell! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"I don't give up I guess. Some do and I don't fault them for it but I don't or can't or won't or whatever. Maybe it's just my Serotonin and Dopamine. Unlike you, I can't live through my children. Maybe the Jamesons gave you something really precious that I can never have."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and to bed …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Yeah, guest room."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… unwind from sitting and stand …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Through there. Sorry, only one bath. I'll put a a new toothbrush and toothpaste in there for you in a sec and then clean up a little while you use the batch."</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… head in and set the brush and paste next to the sink ... then into my bedroom where I grab the PJs – green and white striped satin top and long pants – and a clean cotton spa robe and set those on the bed in the guest bedroom ... and then into the living room to pick up the dregs of the wine binge ... glasses into the dishwasher ... the maid will run it in the morning with the breakfast dishes …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 06:22:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I *nod* and make a mental note, to make a note in her file at Miss Kat's office on what we just talked about.<br><br>"I can absolutely do that Jacyln. We usually have some down time at the end of the day .. when we talk." Almost slipped there. She doesn't need to know how literal my "down" time really is. Not sure hypnosis would be the best path for Jaclyn anyway.<br><br>"Sometimes that leads into a session for me, but sometimes we just have a drink and talk. And don't worry about me. It's just going to take time to regain life experiences, and therapy to keep me sane in the meantime, heh heh. Therapy and Steffy. Hard not to be happy around her!"<br><br>I immediately realize that saying that might not have been the best thing in the world to say after just discussing her (probably) deceased fiancée. Nice one Courtney, gawwwd. Recover. Gotta recover. <br><br>"And if you ever feel like giving up, you call Miss Kat, or you call me. If I don't answer, you call Steffy and <strong><em>she'll</em></strong> find me, or kick me awake or whatever. I'm serious. I'll leave my number with you. Call me if you ever feel an inkling of weakness creeping up."<br><br>I then *frown* slightly. Not in displeasure, or anger or anything like that, but more in an introspective, serious thinking sort of way. <br><br>"When I first found out that I could get pregnant, I panicked. Was still at Lacy then. The thought of getting pregnant and bringing a child into the world in <strong><em>that</em></strong> life ... uh uh ... No way in hell. Plus just the thought of being pregnant, carrying to term, going through childbirth, finding a way to make enough money to care for it, and still actually have time to raise it ... No I was dead set against it. But now though..." I trail off briefly.<br><br>"I don't know if it's just being out of there, or hormones kicking in orrr ...&nbsp; what, but now the idea is growing on me. I can't explain it ... it's like ... I dunno ... a building want. The thought still terrifies me, don't get me wrong but, I guess someday I think I'd love it if I were pregnant. It's so weird. I never thought I'd feel this way. Don't tell Steffy I said that either! I don't need her freaking out!"<br><br>"And Jaclyn," I say sincerely, "Just because you can't bear children, doesn't mean you can't be a mother. You're a woman of the world, with the means to change a kid's life. You ever look into adoption? If there's one thing that could help fill that hole in your heart, the love a child would be it."<br><br>I smile at her as we get up to head to our separate rooms. Crazy how one's perspective of a person can change when you just sit down and talk to them. I'd had her pegged as a no-nonsense, take no prisoner businesswoman. Maybe part of that is her, but mostly, that's not her at all! She's got problems just like the rest of us, something I will definitely never forget. Well, hopefully I won't anyway. <br><br>A few minutes later, after having brushed my teeth and taken care of nature, I walk back out to the kitchen where Jaclyn is cleaning up a bit.<br><br>*Yaaawwnn* "Alright, I'm gonna turn in. Thank you for talking, and even more for listening. I really needed that." I walk over to her and give her a warm hug.<br><br>"Goodnight Jaclyn. See ya in the morning."<br><br>I walk off and find the guest room. I open the door, and there, on the bed, are a set of pj's and a robe. I can't help but smile and let out a quiet little *chuckle* One thing's for sure, no one can ever rightly accuse her of being a poor hostess. I slip out of my clothes, for the second time tonight, and slip on the pj's. Wow! Comfy! I hang the robe up, then slip into bed and stare off into the ceiling ... waiting for sleep to take me.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 00:18:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… listen and don’t remark on her hints at her work with Dr. Kyle … and yeah, happy with Steffy is the best! … long ago, Steffy and I decided we would be friends and no less or more … and we get along well for having gotten past that …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her remarks on adopting are interesting …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I considered adopting, Courtney. I try to be the kindly grandmother to the children of my employees. I employ mostly single mothers though that’s not a definite criteria except in Hawaii where we’re not allowed to discriminate in employment. There we advertise for new staff by word of mouth and invite people to walk in and apply. My staff knows who needs work and who will be part of the team. I travel too much to have children of my own. I was hoping Taffy would travel with me, but I haven’t seen her since that day. I miss her!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she says goodnight and I turn off lights and head for bed … maybe I dream about dear Taffy …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I wake at my usual time, about a half hour before sunrise … today, I put on a loose top and exercise pants … in the kitchen, make a cup of my favorite Bustelo Cuban coffee … and go out on my little balcony to watch the sunrise ,,, street noise is still low this time of day … later it will be intolerable …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 05:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2814/j5otnoxpp6xy1hb6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Restless Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">... But sleep wouldn't take me. I stared up at the ceiling, and it was like the ceiling was staring back at me ... taunting me ... <em>Ha ha ha haaa, you can't get to sleeeEEeep!</em> Fuck me. I roll over on my side and close my eyes. Then I roll over onto my other side ... I just can't get comfortable.<br><br>I roll back onto my back ... nope ... onto my left side and grab an extra pillow to tuck between legs ... better but ... nope. I roll back onto my back yet again and *sigh* Fuck you ceiling, it's not funny. I'm tired. Tired and alone. Tired, alone and ... horny. I'm always horny though. Giant pain in the ass side effect off being "doubly blessed." Steffy always enjoys this side effect, but she's not here. Masturbation it is then.<br><br>I start diddling with my clit and immediately my cocklette starts popping to attention. That's when I realize that I have a problem. If I get off in <em><strong>her</strong></em> bed, in <strong><em>her</em></strong> pajamas, she's gonna figure it out come laundry time, most likely. I *sigh* in frustration and stop what I'm doing. Damnit. How do I get off, without making a terrible mess? It's not like I can safely sneak into the bathroom to cleanup, or outright do the deed there. She could walk in and bust me and that'd be even worse. <br><br>There is ...Gawwwd, there is one thing I could try. I've thought about trying it before, but never had reason to and quite frankly ... it felt like a very perverse thing to do. Now though, I'm desperate. Desperate times call for ... I grab my now semi-erect cocklette, and bend it down ... rubbing it between my pussy lips ... soaking it ... getting it nice and wet ... pushing on my head ...<br><br>*gasp* It's in! God this feels so weird ... I'm ... I'm no longer masturbating ... I'm fucking myself! Oh my god it's so ... sooo ... <br><br>I bite my lip as the pure sensation and the pure perversion of what I'm doing overwhelms me. I've been fucking myself for all of 5 seconds, and I'm already blowing my load into ... myself! Gawwwd this feels so wrong and yet ... somehow, I just know I'm going to be doing this again. Feeling my own cock throbbing in my pussy ... it's hot load splattering inside of ... knowing that I can never pregnant this way ... some sort of side effect of the nanos not fully understood yet ... yeah I'll probably do this again ... much longer next time.<br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Within a mere minute or two of pulling out of myself, I'm out like a light. Sleeping a deep dreamless sleep. When I wake the next morning, I ditch the pj's in a hamper, and slip on the robe Jaclyn left for me. Comfy as well. I tighten the belt, tie it off, and head out to the bathroom ... both to take care of nature, and to make sure I'm ... clean. The smell of coffee hits me as I leave the bathroom and head for the kitchen. Jaclyn is out on the balcony, so I help myself to a cup, and add a bit of sugar. I then walk to the balcony door and slide it open.<br><br>"Morning Jaclyn. This coffee smells amazing, what is it?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 16:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hear Courtney in the kitchen … she’s out with a vcup of coffee promptly … I love mature houseguests who don’t need maintenance! … she asks after the coffee … I point to the seats …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Good morning, Courtney! This is Café Bustelo (https://www.cafebustelo.com/en). It’s a Cuban blend out of Miami. You can make a wonderful Café Cubano like a café au lait with it too, but I haven’t purchased a new barista machine yet.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she seems very relaxed after the tension of last evening …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I trust you slept well. You feel rested and relaxed, that’s good! Soi when you’re ready to leave, I’ll lend you a trench coat so you don’t have to parade your distressed dress through the halls, okay? Drop it off at the Steel Horse with Mechelle if I’m not there. I try to be there every evening when I’m in town to take the rush off Mechelle if needed. I’m headed for New York soon with Peter Warcaof, we have a potential joint business venture to pursue.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of my coffee … cool now but one cup is enough for me …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I hope there are no hard feelings from last night. I didn’t behave well there for a moment. I’m sorry. And I do owe you the name of a doctor around here that you can trust. That’s what I’ll work on here a little later this morning after breakfast. Oh and what would you like for breakfast? I’ll order in so most anything is available.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 21:45:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jaclyn shows of her extensive knowledge of fancy coffee, and I can't help but let out a little *giggle* She didn't say anything funny, I just had a funny thought.<br><br>"Was just curious. It's so good, that I was hoping it wasn't that coffee that those cats eat and then poop out." *giggle* "I don't care how good they say it is, just ... No."<br><br>I take a sip and lean slightly forward onto the railing of the balcony. Quite a view from up here. <br><br>"Took me awhile to actually get to sleep," *slight blush* "but I slept like a baby once I actually did. An older baby, not a newborn that wakes up every two hours. Heh heh. Oh and I threw the pj's in the hamper. Thanks for those, you didn't have to do that. They were really comfy though! How'd you sleep?"<br><br>I take another sip and think about what else she said.<br><br>"New York huh? Peter Warcaof... " a light bulb goes off "Oh right right right ...&nbsp; We talked about him last night. So I'm assuming this business venture isn't resort related, since you mentioned not wanting more of those. Mind if I ask what it is?"<br><br>And I wonder something else... <br><br>"Hey, speaking of business ventures ... If you say, had a friend that walked out of Lacy, with nearly $10,000 in an envelope with her name on it, what would you advise her to do with it? From a financial standpoint. And let's say that it's all that the girl has, and she's been hoarding it away, tapping into it only when absolutely necessary?"<br><br>Can't hurt to get financial advise from someone who knows what they're doing right? Plus it might just be something else to keep her mind focused on helping, rather than on her darker desires.<br><br>"Stop apologizing for last night Jaclyn, no harm done. Honestly. All you did was speak your desire, not act on it. I can't hold that against you. In fact, in another life ... Who knows?"<br><br>I take another sip and *shake my head*<br><br>"No hurries on the Doc search. I'd rather you be sure of their discretion, than rush it. As far as breakfast ..."<br><br>I pause, thinking about it. Not so much about what I want, but more about a connection my brain just made. <br><br>"Something light and healthy. Fresh fruit or something. I mean I love bacon but ... I dunno. It's like it goes straight to my hips these days. Been trying to watch what I eat. You think ... you think my metabolism is changing?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 03:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I slept very well, thanks. I don’t have restless nights too often but when I do, I just get up and read something really silly that is so boring I get tired all over again. Sometimes I’ll go for a walk and wear myself out.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she asks about Peter and the business …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“There’s a water project in Kenya, out from Nairobi. Some company Peter knows. No yield on the investment but all the money comes back to the investors. Intriguing concept that we are going to look into. And I enjoy Peter! He’s a big, fun teddy bear and an impeccable gentleman.“</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she voices a preference for breakfast … mine too … pick up my phone and locate the healthy deli … berry bowls and plain yogurt … some fresh, green juice … they use green apples to sweeten it and add turmeric … I have Stevia and Xylitol if she wants it sweeter …</em></span></span><div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/30j5fs1.jpg)</div><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“There, fruit will be here in about a half hour. I’m going to dress and wait inside for the door. You may stay out and I’ll call you when we have food.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I head inside and drop my coffee cup off in the kitchen … dress to be ready to continue looking at office spaces … out drinking a glass of water when the door buzzes … peek through the hole and let the delivery girl inside … check her delivery and then pay her cash with an ample tip … wonder if she’s qualified to work as my admin when I do get an office … nah, I’ll advertise or go through a temp agency … hours will be too weird once I start traveling and I’ll need a very special person … I go tothe balcony door …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Breakfast is served, Courtney! Come and get it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… go back inside and replace the plastic flatware with proper stainless … the paper cups with proper glasses … the bowls with the nice china I was able to pick up quickly …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 04:18:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">A water project in Nairobi as an investment? <br><br>"Ohhh. So more of one those, "Make the world a better place," kind of investments? Good for you, Jaclyn! Gives me hope that there's more people like you out there."<br><br>Breakfast gets ordered and it sounds yummy.<br><br>"Kk. I'll be out here pretending to be the Pope about to wave to his people." *giggle*<br><br>She heads in, and I actually don't have something as silly as that on my mind. I just look down at the people going about their busy lives. Who has it worse? Me? Or them. Sure, they're heading to work while I'm standing on the balcony sipping coffee, but most of these people have plans, goals ... a direction in life. Me? Not so much. Sure, I have a job, I have an awesome girlfriend, but what do I want? What do I want out of life now that I'm starting over? <br><br>I have a second chance at a normal life, but what do I want for it? A family? A career? Adventure? I don't even know. A family would be nice, and an adventure in and of itself. A career? Sure. But what? Can I be content with being the designated receptionist for the rest of my life? Adventure? Had plenty of that, with not the best results. I'm not dead though. <br><br>*sigh* "What do you wanna be, Courtney?" I mumble under my breath. *frown* I wanna be happy, and not be wandering around feckless. Does that help?<br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Breakfast is served, Courtney! Come and get it.”</span></span><br><br>I turn back and give her a *half smile* "Be right in."<br><br>I turn to look back out and straighten myself up so that I'm no longer leaning on the railing. Even Jaclyn, with all her problems, arguably as bad or worse than my mine, seems to have a plan. I take a final sip of my coffee, now empty and take a *deep breath* which gets exhaled as a *sigh* Can't figure out a direction standing still. I turn, and head back in. <br><br>"Ohhh that looks delish!" I almost cheer. "Gonna grab a refill before sitting down, you need some more?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 22:31:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she heads for the coffee and offers me another cup …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Nope, I’m good. One in the morning seems to suit me just fine, two makes me edgy. Water for the rest of the day unless alcohol is indicated, which is often!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… spoon several large dollops of yogurt over the berrys and stir … then pause for a brief moment ot recognize the goddess and what fruits she brings to our lives … than a spoonful and savor it …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“One of the things I’ve come to since becoming as female as I’ll probably ever get is religion, of sorts anyway. I acknowledge the unnamed goddess who is nature and woman and the earth and all that. I find acknowledging her goodness to be, well, to be useful and it calms my heart. Maybe we make gods in oiur image and likeness, I don’t know. But anyway, having her in my heart and mind gets me through some days.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and no, it is not time to share the magic she allowed me to practice … that, that hasn’t been shared since I walked back in Vegas to fight the demons on her behalf … to put on her aspect was the deepest experience of my life … and to find her birthplace before time was another … these are her berries, her yogurt … her life is mine and all is well …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 05:31:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">No more coffee for Jaclyn. One cup a day? I'd die!&nbsp; <br><br>*giggle* "Irish coffee then?" I tease. <br><br>I take a seat and watch as Jaclyn mixes some yogurt in with the berries in a bowl. Yum! She doesn't dish any out though, and instead starts talking of the goddess of nature and how she acknowledges her and how she gets her by ... Ok ... sooooo ... do I bow my head? Pray? Say some words of thanks? Stay respectfully silent? <br><br>"I've always believed in a higher power. I mean we have to hope there is one right? Otherwise we're just random bits of stardust wandering around with no purpose, no reason for being. It's pretty bleak to think that all we are is highly advanced chemistry."<br><br>"I mean there was one guy who put it pretty eloquently, I guess, forget what his name was. Said something like: 'We are just the universe experiencing itself.' I mean that sounds a little better but ... I refuse to believe that's all we are. I'd say if this goddess helps you get through the day, that's as real as anything that we experience."<br><br>I take a bowl of my own, but opt for a different tactic. Instead of mixing, I simply dollop a couple of spoonfuls of yogurt into one side of my bowl ... wait, do bowls have sides? ... and set the berries on the other. I simply dip the berries into the yogurt one by one, and savor each and everyone. I look up at Jaclyn, realizing how tedious this must look.<br><br>"This is so good, I just wanna enjoy every single bite. Silly, I know, but doesn't hurt to slow down and enjoy sometimes. Then again, I'm not a jet-setting CEO."<br><br>"I mean I do have a job and commitments, but not a crazy schedule like yours. If I can ever get my life sorted out, I'd like to have more of a career. Miss Kat is a great boss and all, but do I really want to be a receptionist the rest of my life?"<br><br>"I dunno. Maybe it would be ok. Maybe finding happiness in a career is the wrong way, <strong><em>for me,</em></strong> to go about it. I just want a direction of some sort ... any sort. You know? Figure out what I want, and run with it. Sorry, I know I'm rambling."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-08-2018, 17:41:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her theology seems simple …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh I’ve no problem with random. Meat slabs on calcium structures and most of it made in supernovas. Good enough for me. If I ever meet a higher power, I’ll buy it a glass of wine and we’ll talk.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so careers …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I try to get through each day as best I can and appreciate what happens. Berries and yogurt and a friend over fir breakfast with are all gifts the day gives me. Good enough for me!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… direction? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Sio I don’t know if it’ll work for you, but the only direction I spend any energy on is forward. Yeah, sometime backing up is the only way to go forward, but forward is where my steps lead. I don’t charge forward too often either, calm and deliberate and one foot in front of the other. Maybe that’s trite and too simple, but it’s worked for me from when my parents taught me to do chores around the ranch to watching the sunrise this morning.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… another spoon of berries and yogurt … yummy! …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>31-08-2018, 03:10:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Huh. If I ever met a higher power I take that wine, throw it in their face and ask what the hell I ever did to them. Then again ... that'd be a waste of wine. Still."<br><br>Jaclyn really was no help on the career/direction front. Couldn't really expect much though, it'd be like me telling her what her favorite color is. <br><br>"Yep, one foot in front of the other, one step at a time." *sigh* "And just hope you aren't walking in circles."<br><br>Take a small handful of berries, and skip the yogurt this time. <br><br>"You know ... maybe I'm over thinking this. We just spent an evening talking, and, as good as it felt talking about <strong><em>my</em></strong> problems, it almost felt better helping talk you through <strong><em>yours.</em></strong> Especially when you said I should mention it to Miss Kat. It felt good that maybe I helped you, if even just a little bit."<br><br>Take a sip of my coffee, wash down some berries and think a moment. <br><br>"That's something right? Feeling good about helping someone? Something I could make a career out of? Something that I'd enjoy making a career out of? Probably not an actual psychologist or psychiatrist though, that'd require lotsa money for school ... but maybe a counselor of some sort?"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-08-2018, 21:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… eat more berries and then have had enough … an interesting proposition starts to form …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Tell you what. If we were back in Vegas, I’d get you into the Psych program at the college. But I’ve no clue what’s around here but I’ll make you a deal. I’ll pay your tuition, books, and fees for as long as you study Psych. It’s pay forward so you owe somebody else whatever money I pony up. Let me know the particulars and I’ll set up a checking account that we share. You’ll have the checks and I’ll transfer money into it as you need it. I trust you to use it for those essentials. Everything else is up to you. I don’t want to see your grades, I just want to know that you’re taking more courses and they’re helping you toward where you think you need to go. Fair enough?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I watch her face … just gave her a free ride scholarship with no strings attached other than her honesty and integrity … always interesting to watch people react to free money with strings …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>01-09-2018, 17:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Tell you what..."<br><br>It's those three words that have a way of getting your attention. You know the person saying it is about to make you an offer, or a proposal of some sort. It makes you stop what you're doing, even stop what you're thinking, and pay attention.That's precisely what I did. I had just slid a raspberry across some yogurt, and was about place it in my mouth ... but now I'm just holding it between my thumb and forefinger as she talks. <br><br>What she proposes though, I wasn't prepared for. I stare at her, a stunned expression on my face. One second I was spit-balling an idea, the next I have a free ride to college? It's too much to process! <br><br>"You ... I was just ... I can't even ... Really??!! I ask, almost squealing.<br><br>Close my eyes and take a *deep breath* to try and focus my thoughts so that I can actually form a complete sentence.<br><br>"I ... I don't know what to say Jaclyn! I'm blown away. Why ... why would you do that for me?" I say, tears of joy welling up.<br><br>I get up from my chair and sort of give her a hug from the side, shaking her happily:<br><br>"Thank you thank you thank you!" *giggle!* &nbsp;unwrap from her and head back to my seat. "I'll get talk with Miss Kat, see if she knows if there's a good school nearby. Maybe she could even help me picking a career path with whatever kind of degree I end up with!"<br><br>"Oh I've got so much to think about now! Do I do night courses and keep working ... Do I go full time ... Keep working for the CGDA ... Psychiatrist or psychologist, counselor ... maybe I even be Miss Kat's assistant rather than just receptionist! Or maybe even a business partner!" *giggle* "So many possibilities!"<br><br>"I'll start checking into as soon as we're done here! Oh my God Jaclyn! I'm so overwhelmed! In a good way! I'll do so research and come up with a plan and of course keep you looped in on <em>everything!"</em></span></span></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-09-2018, 19:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… embrac her hug and let her go back to her seat …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Why would I do this? Because everyone deserves a break in life and I like you. And this is my pay forward for the two huge breaks I’ve had, having someone pay off my debt back at the resort and casino, and then the inheritance if you will that Miss T. gave me after we lost Christina. If anyone asks, please just tell them that you received a surprise inheritance from your Aunt Christina. a trust that pays your education. We don’t need this getting around, you with people thinking you have money for them to get from you and me with people asking for handouts. I prefer to pick people without them asking first.“</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… smile at her enthusiasm … truly hope she can make a go of this and break the train of funk she’s been in since that horrid woman scratched her and that horrid man dosed her with nano … on my better dead list … but I don’t buy hit men …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 02:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">*nod enthusiastically* then *shake my head* and *wave my hands*<br><br>"No, no problem at all! I won't tell anyone the truth about where the money really came from."<br><br>I pause though, and *frown* because there's a flaw with me trying to keep it an absolute secret. <br><br>"Umm there is just one problem though ... You <strong><em>do</em></strong> know that if Steffy asks, I'll have to tell her right? Not just because she's my girlfriend, but ... well I don't have a choice in the matter. If she asks, I'll have to tell ... just how it is. That's .. not a problem, is it?" I ask, looking up at her hopefully.<br><br>I eat one last berry, and decide to be done, taking a healthy drink of my coffee to help settle everything. I hear my phone sound off, announcing a received text message. Pull it out of my purse and look at it.... !!!!<br><br>"Jaclyn! Amazing news! She made it out! Taffy! She's alive!"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 03:09:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… a valid point …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Steffy should understand, okay? I hope you get my point, advertising this isn’t good for any of us. I won’t renege yet I hope I don’t have all sorts of crazy requests. We good here?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she asserts Taffy made it out … check my phone where I have resources that others may or may not have …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“It seems that she did Courtney. But until she’s here safe and sound, I can’t believe anything. I won’t get my hopes up. Can’t, okay?”</span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 05:56:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/00ba/vc6ophhbbqkqlrh6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Rested Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh I know she'll understand, I just had to put it out there is all. I wouldn't want you thinking I broke your trust if Steffy asked you about it out of the blue."<br><br>Finish my coffee and set it down.<br><br>"Well, I don't wanna keep you Jaclyn, I know you've got a busy schedule. Actually," *giggle* "so do I now! Got head into work for Miss Kat, research area schools ... mentally prepare myself for whatever doctor you find me..&nbsp; Lots happening! I don't even know how to thank you, but I swear I'll do you proud when I start school."<br><br>I stand up, and head to the sink to rinse out my bowl and coffee mug. Then turn back to her. <br><br>"And good luck on this water project thing! You're an amazing woman Jaclyn. Someday you're going to meet someone special, and be very very happy. Trust me, I can feel these things."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 18:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and our soiree comes to a calm finish … hopefully she’s on the right track … I shrug off the ‘find someone’ … a hope that I put no expectations into … yes, there are executive dating services … but no, not interested in other executives … someone I like and who likes me before they know I’m fairly well off …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Let me get you that trench coat!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… fetch that out of the front closet … seldom worn yet necessary some places … help her put it on …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, a little small but it’ll work for the purpose here! Blessed be, Courtney. I’ll be in touch on the doctor.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold the door for her and give her the goddess’ blessing …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Courtney</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 22:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ce85/em2g2fhfas8yy916g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Trenchcoat Courtney</strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Trenchcoats: They can be tricky if you're naked underneath! Well they wouldn't be if weren't concerned about remaining modest in front of a friend, but I am. I turn my back to her as she holds up to my shoulders. Rather than slip my arms in right away though, I instead untie my robe and let it slip to the floor. <br><br>Only then do I slip one arm in at a time. I pull it tight around me, then feel around for the belt ... no belt just three buttons! And it's short! Well this ought to be an exciting trip home. It's only about a 10 minute walk though, and it's daylight. Should be ok. <br><br>"Thanks Jaclyn, it'll work just fine, and I'll bring it to the Steel Horse next time I'm there." *hug*<br><br>"Be safe out there, be strong and remember: I'm just a phone call away. I left my number on the nightstand in my room. Call me if you ever just need to talk. See you soon!"<br><br>Of course it didn't occur to me until I was halfway home that I left my romper and panties in the guest room as well! *blush* Oopsy! Not going back for them now. 5 minutes later I'm home, grabbing a shower, and getting ready for a busy day!</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [LaceE] Jaclyn's Apartment - with Courtney</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 22:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entrepreneur<br><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wave goodby as she heads out … drop her robe in the laundry basket … in the guest bedroom, find her romper and panties … put those in the laundry too with a note to mend the romper where the seam ripped … the maids will finish the cleanup and make the bed with clean linen …</em></span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 32pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin!</span></span></div>
			</dd>
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