<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">(Pout!)  Vajajay doesn’t think the leash makes sense.  And Danai smirks.  Danai won’t let me forget a failed play.  Damn!<br/><br/>We get out of the car.  <strong>“Hey!!! Watch it!”</strong>  I feint at a non-existent object.  <strong>“That’s rude!  Patsy says people aren’t as nice as they used to be.  It’s so loud I can barely hear myself think!”</strong><br/><br/>I hand Vajayjay the leash.  <strong>“Hang on to this.  It can serve as a tether if needed, but you’re right I can guide you.  Any other sense affe. . .</strong>cted?” “Hearing and touch, super se. . . <em>nsitive right?</em>”  “<em>You poor . . . <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">thing.</span></em>”<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I hope the sound game unnerves the ‘poor thing’ more, thinking that her hearing is awry.<br/><br/>I open the door to Manse du Monde.  I look over my shoulder and Danai is hustling to catch up with us.  And, I think, we have officially delivered Vajayjay.  <br/></span></span>