<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dP9ckx7.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;">Allowed?  I look at Adam, pretending to think the question over.  Permitted to express lust?  I pretend more as if to think that question over as well.  <br/><br/>“Of course!”  I smile at him.  “The first step is to be very imaginative.  Then, if you like, I mean you’re nice. I can even take your message to Mistress.  I mean what I’m trying to say is if you’re shy.”    <br/><br/>“It’s a little like climbing that mountain.  If it’s done wrong, you slide down the mountain and start anew.”  I sigh to sort of let Adam know we’re kindred souls which we’re not. <br/></span>