<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/947a/i88gsnad2qhm21t6g.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;">The shop girl is one of mine.  She reports on how things are going with ‘Jaclyn’ and Taffy.  She even hands me a recording of the conversation the two have had.  Lovely!<br/><br/>My diamond girl separates from her assistant Taffy.  I sit down and address the assistant.  “I admire your stature, posture, your glow.  Are you a model?” <br/><br/>Languidly, I continue, “I realize I am being direct, but why not?  I am du Monde.  Dianne.” <br/><br/>I extend my hand.  “You are?”  I look at her intently. <em>I know who you are.  Tell me your name girl!</em> <br/></span>