<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/28r01mh.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/>I walk in.  Amanda catches my eye and nods.  I look at the ever-fresh one, my helicopter companion.  I sit down.<br/><br/>Without any preliminary: “You are here because you understand what I expect.”  I raise a finger slightly to keep her silent.  “I know that you were willing to enmesh me in criminal prosecutions.”<br/><br/>“No deviations from devotion.”  I settle in: “Amanda has made clear the expectations.  I have some things in mind.  Have you identified your talent?”<br/><br/>Amanda clears her throat at that.  I look at her.  Might this be interesting?<br/>