<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/10gcv3q.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Amanda</span></strong></div></div><br/>Are we there yet?  The way Vajayjay chatters, we could have gone to the moon and back. Instead of settling back, I move forward, lifting her chin so she looks me in the eye. “The reason you were turned away is you lied.”<br/><br/>I then settle back, “I should not have to work to understand your skills.  You served as a mule and apparently you don’t get airsickness in helicopters.”  (Impatient sigh)  I . . . want . . . to . . . hear . . . your . . .unique . . .skill . . . set.  What you have to offer Mistress.”  I shake my head, “This should not be hard.  Are you a thief?  Or computer genius?  Oh, perhaps you’re a grand liar?  But no, not that.  At least Mistress knows when you lie.  So do tell.  Your skill set is . . . ?”<br/>