<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30xhdmr.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/>Maid V comes dressed for (I suppose) a nighttime heist.  She urges us all to get outfits like hers.  Danai’s for that as am I, not for the job, just because we’d enjoy the look.<br/><br/>I take the time to explain handgrips and handholds.  We’ll lower her down with a winch and raise her the same way.  I suppose if things went poorly she could try for a ground floor exit, but that’s not likely to succeed.<br/><br/>“We’ll practice the worst case scenario.  Then when we do the job, we’ll be prepared.  Worst case is you have to climb from the jewelry store floor up to the skylight where I’ll be to grab you.”<br/><br/>I have my doubts about the featherweight before us, but whatever.  “This roof is probably 15 feet higher than what you need to climb.”   I drop a rope over the edge, securing one end.  “I want you to go downstairs, go outside and climb the rope—hands and legs.  Don’t use the wall.”  I look at Danai: “If you’re less than 15 feet up and can’t go, a lash.  If you get farther, but not all the way, a spanking.  So just do it!  All the way.  Just once.”<br/><br/>I give her a small flourish to leave and head down to get the rope and climb up.<br/>