<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qCugVbF.png) <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><div class="floatright">(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><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Pvoznfl.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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <br/><em>Danai:</em> “Hello Hans . . . and Helga!  Hello!” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> I overhear the smug bitch.  <em>Shit!  Just good ol’ shit!  This could be a problem with video.</em>  Though no problem with the gendarmerie.  I nod at Hans and Helga.  Relaxed, I giggle, “<em>Herumlungern?</em>  We are security for Ms. du Monde.  This you know.”<br/><br/><em>DdM:</em> I stare at the young woman, “You may not recognize, yet, you are in my domain.”  I look at the two on patrol who have strolled in, first with the formal subterfuge of warning my girls.  Amanda has already explained where things stand with a simple word—‘security’.  “I don’t think I shall need assistance from you Hans or you Helga.” <br/> <br/><em>DdM:</em> “I am explaining 'circumstances' to this young woman who has yet to explain how she has my phone.  But she’s asked for confirmation of ownership.  . . . which should resolve at least that matter shortly.” <br/>  <br/><em>DdM:</em> I signal to Danai.  I point to the phone.  Perhaps with some uniforms present, the girl is still smugly confident.   She releases the phone to Danai.<br/><br/><em>DdM:</em> Danai taking the phone, taps on it.  I smile, “You thought perhaps that she could not overcome a quick lockup?”  Danai shows a screen: <em>If you find my phone, please return it to me, Dianne du Monde.</em><br/><br/>I show the phone to Hans and Helga who nod, frowning at the girl.  Then looking to her companion.  I explain how things are and could be, “So you have come into possession of my phone.  If you come to where I’m staying, I can give you a reward of sorts.” <br/></span>