<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/>● uncertain witch experimenter<br/>● Cosmo drinker<br/>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br/>● rebellious reactor <br/>   <br/> </span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">EM is like a whirling dervish—I think that’s what I mean.  The whoa-is-me girl is gone, then replaced by confident-girl, and now we have mean sister of Anjela; like way meaner sister.  Whew!<br/><br/>There is some line being drawn which EM wants toed, but the line is invisible-ish.  <br/><br/>Plus EM is using the wrong approach with me.  One doesn’t have to use the word ‘please’, but the attitude is essential.  I guess that makes me a contrarian sort.  The over-my-knee thing and the ball gag-butt plug-nipple clamp thing, err threatening intimidation, sprongs my contrarian battle string.  Grrrr.  The first thing I do is imagine the very same for EM, not me.  That calms me down a little.<br/><br/>(Partners have gotten me into all that, but I can only say they were artistes, who strategized majorly to get to that fun point.)<br/><br/>If we were in a speed boat, Chloe would focus on the spot we’re headed for and steer that way.  I’d keep changing direction, heading one way, then another.  EM would . . . well that’s to be determined.  Right now she seems very into a B&amp;D thing—Mad Anjela?  <br/><br/>I’ve calmed a little more.  That has to do with Chloe talking food, having ordering questions and even offering the soothing ‘we’ll figure it out’ (like I said, taking the long view).<br/><br/>But I’m not going to just let the plug etcetera thing go.  (Devilish smile).  “Got it.  Not mention ‘what’s her name’—err she who shall not be named.  And if this job with she is over, whom shall I identify as my employer for benefits?  An issue there.”  I look at Chloe, “Can you help me with one of those spreadsheet things?  Set up, organization—just in case someone returns?  I mean someone whom neither I nor you have mentioned.”  So there!    <br/><br/>I then pick up the menu and wiggle my ass just to let him/her (EM) know that I’m a moving target on those threats.  <br/><br/>The Chloe Stromboli suggestion is mega great in a traditional way.  I point at that item and nod.  I look at the menu and announce, “There’s the uncertain Chef’s Choice for pizza.”  And, “We’ll do that.  Why not live a little dangerously, right?”  <br/></span>