<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10ok2sy.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>She is not a very good liar.  Perhaps she is better in a true business setting—when the stakes are not personal, when she can call lying negotiating.<br/><br/>I look at her for what seems minutes.  She has so much potential—to explore who she truly is.  The ‘gatekeeper’ has even inquired if I should need further services applied to Courtesan Vajayjay.  So quickly with his call too!<br/><br/>Enough musings!<br/><br/>“I shall arrange for a driver.  You will be taken to the Dolder Grand.”  My lips curl slightly upward as they would if I were to smack her ass.  “That is where your Peter and Ari have registered.”<br/><br/>I stand, moving to her, touching her cheek, letting the back of my hand slither down her neck before contact is lost.  I take a few steps away “That is, unless you become truthful.”<br/><br/>“Methinks I have been told that you have agreed to confirm my responsibility for the diamond theft.”<br/><br/>“Choose your path carefully now Vajayjay.  Is that true or not?  Have you agreed?”<br/>