<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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em>  Gee, I thought Danai was clear on the stand thing.  Danai is pretty good to lifting her up and making her stand, if she wants.<br/><br/> <em>Danai:</em> Again, Vajayjay has not stood as instructed.  Very bad, bad girl!  I look at Manda.  I make sure that the fob is firmly in Vajayjay’s hand.  “I’m thinking Toblerone at the mo, Mandy.  Let’s go!” <br/><br/>Opening the door, I wait for Amanda.  She bounces over.  We both wave (don’t know what that looks like with the lenses on).  “Good luck functioning without a seeing-eye friend.”  Thinking, “You’re on the second floor, there’s a balcony, stairs will take you down, if you can find them.  Think on it.  Work on it.” <br/><br/>“If you’re here when we get back, make sure you’re able to curtsy and beg for anything you need.” <br/><br/>I pause.  “Door open or door closed?” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>  I step into the hallway and Danai closes the door, not waiting for an answer.  I just love her bitch mode.  (Smile).<br/><br/>We head to the end of the balcony, down the stairs.  I look at Danai.  “Should we bring Vajayjay back a Toblerone?” <br/></span>