Therefore, I'm going to give you a few more teasery teases for the chapter. :)



Here's the (RL) Jacey video--turn off the sound, wait for the video to automatically come up, and then click up in the right corner of the screen in the white tool bar to find the full-screen prompt--it's a small red square. Otherwise you miss half of his face. After the brief travelogue, he's only in the first 2 minutes--no more Jacey Elthalion after the little angel with the blond hair appears, so you can exit and rewatch. (no limits on that activity ;-) )
IMHO, it's a very bewitching two minutes.
And now for the magic link:
http://www.soliver.com/en/#/en/fashion/casual/makingOf
Tuesday night I’m pretty tired out, and I collapse into bed without bothering to open my laptop and check my email, as I usually do; so it is not until Wednesday night after the boys are in bed for the night, that an email from Jack pops up in my inbox. When I see his name in the sender field, my heart jumps into my throat. He didn’t reply to the email I sent with the PayPal payment, and I didn’t think I would hear from him again. With nothing in the subject line, I can’t get the damn thing open fast enough to see what it’s about.
Jacey,
It’s been a few weeks since you ended our relationship so suddenly. Now that I’ve had time to get my head back on straight, I’d like to have a conversation. I assume you get a few hours’ break here and there – I’d appreciate it if you would call me when you do. I have a couple of questions, and a few things to say; things I was too blindsided to think of, last time I saw you. If you cared about me, as you say you did, I think I deserve that much.
You know my schedule. Talk to you soon.
Jack
I stare at it for ages, reading and re-reading every word, analyzing them as well as the meaning behind them. It’s been a few weeks...now that I’ve had time to get my head back on straight... He hasn’t been doing well, but he believes it’s time for him to start to move on – whether he wants to or not. I assume you get a few hours’ break here and there... I never told him I did, that I could have been spending those hours on the phone with him instead of letting him believe I was busy. He must have figured it out; though; if so, he knows I wasn’t trustworthy even in such a simple thing. If you cared about me as you say you did...this one especially stings. Of course I care; I always did, from the first weekend. He knows I care. You know my schedule. I know his schedule; up until a few weeks ago I knew every goddamn thing that was going on in his life. I know him. Talk to you soon. This part is not a request; it’s an expectation.
I also take time to recognize the things the letter doesn’t say. It doesn’t say I miss you or I love you. It doesn’t say I hate you for what you did to us; it doesn’t say How could you throw away everything we had?