<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/60cc/q7ondxh0j72vpw66g.jpg) <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 like the Vajayjay passion.  Even her attention to my feet is energized.  When she mentions certain words, I nod agreement,<em> only luck, . . . operate solo from now on, . . . the days of me naively waltzing through airports and customs are over. . . . </em>but turn cold to the rest.<br/><br/>And she concludes rather ‘nicely’ that she’s not an adept actor who can’t lie ‘at all well’.  I think she may be lying to herself with that.  She will realize that she is not nice and sweet, but cunning and resourceful.<br/><br/>In supplicant mode, she pleads to have dinner with me perhaps to make sure she is still in my favor.<br/><br/>I lift her chin and stroke her cheek reassuringly, “You are transitioning to completeness Vajayjay—you are holding yourself back with all this chatter in Jaclyn-speak.  That is no longer you—let go of all that.”<br/><br/>“In your new world there are two people only: me and you.  You give in to me completely, you know that is how things are so desired by you, and you can rely on only one other, . .  . yourself.  Luck is part of you—don’t ignore it, embrace it.  Of course, solo for you makes sense—we know this.  That is what I told you already.”<br/><br/>I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair, letting her feel my affection and care, “Yes, you may dine with me because you are Vajayjay.  I want to hear at dinner that you will subvert Rapido.”<br/>