<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dP9ckx7.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Adam is pretty clear on the brass ring he’s most interested in.  Dianne du Monde is his focus—quite understandably. I mean we’re all into that sort of focus.  <br/><br/>I won’t tell him who his competition is and all the requirements of being a du Monde courtier.  He’ll learn as the Queen of Diamonds desires.  As she instructs.<br/><br/>Should I tell him that Mistress du Monde wants him to lick Amanda?  That would fix Amanda’s tail, but I’m a ‘little’ (as in a lot) possessive on that sort of thing and she equally of mine.  Maybe Adam is one of those lucky ones who lands on his feet each time he’s thrown about.  I mean he’s got Mistress’s attention, he’s going to be headed to the States to take over the Vajayjay Enterprises.  (I wonder if that will be the formal name change.)  <br/><br/>And, for the moment, Adam doesn’t have to worry about a jealous girl trying to slit his throat or castrate him.  On and on.  Lucky Adam!  <br/><br/>“If I were you Adam, I’d think about being forceful at the Rosendahl gig.  Don’t take no for an answer and all that.  If you need to, just say you’re du Monde’s rep, that you’re the new regime” <br/><br/>I look at Adam, teasingly, if lasciviously as well, “What do you want?  What would you like?  Adam.” <br/></span>