<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8d28/7r9f7z676ptr3ee6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dianne du Monde</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong>Dominatrix of the World<br/>Queen of Diamonds</strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">And my plans are now in snowball mode.  It will be a controlled avalanche, all controlled by me.<br/><br/>I have Vajayjay sitting on my lap and here we are on the du Monde mountain top as it were.  <br/><br/>With just a slight nudge, all will move in one direction--to my great profit!  And, after all, the du Monde empire is what counts.  Really, the only thing.<br/><br/>I stroke Vajayjay’s hair.  “<em>Welllllll,</em> we’re going to go from here to there and there and there.  Ending up at a resort you have control over.”  (At this moment).  “Mostly trains.  We love trains don’t we?” <br/> <br/>“We’ll play a game too.  Each step we’ll have you carry something, drop it and bring something back, . . . so very fun, right?” <br/><br/>“Well, right now, can we go to my room and you think of something that will make me very happy?” <br/></span>