<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2ngbqs6.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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30xhdmr.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/5cnn8y.jpg) </div><br/><em>Amanda:</em>We’ll see how good Vajayjay is with casing a place.  She’s had the time in the backroom.  I can’t tell if she’s playing a role or if she’s now just V.  Not the most balanced one it seems.<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>She plays up to the clerk. “Be careful sir.  She spins webs around many and escaping is impossible.”<br/><br/><em>Clerk:</em>I smile awkwardly.  I force out the words haltingly, “Your look, the chest jewelry compliments that which is nicely displayed on its own. ”<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>So for clerk Eric it may well be all the boobs, nipples, rings and an onslaught of more sales.  His response to Vajayjay seems as artful as a sophomore’s first date.  I point to a necklace. I’d like that for V as well.  Send that to this address, (I write the address) and use my card please.”<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>“Let’s go sexy!  I want to see your what’s what and I can’t here.”<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>I pat Vajayjay’s ass and steer her to the door, the car waiting with Danai at the driver’s seat.<br/>