<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3849/fudm7sglwynw0rr6g.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;">I do believe the ship I sail is a contented one.  Danai and Amanda know Vajayjay’s return was a command that must be met and it was.  They can’t stop strutting around, pleased.  The lenses, whose idea I do not know, is perfect.<br/><br/>I open my bedroom door and who should be standing there, as if my image in a mirror?  Could it be me?  Not exactly, but I do like the look and the way it reflects me.  “Welcome back.  Tell me.  Who is the fairest of all?” <br/></span>