<div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">ROISSY SNATCH</span></strong> <br/><br/><br/>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/c2d3/o4uhu5gkyzwto086g.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>_______________</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em>  This has been almost totally frustrating.  The fucking three of them have been no more than a step ahead of us. I don’t really care about the Warcaof’s although the stab in the leg was luscious.  Feisty bastard.  Now we’re getting close to them again.  What’s their plan?  Hide in plain sight?  Attack du Monde House?  What?<br/><br/>That Junior—what a waste!  No matter what couldn’t find out where the sparrow was headed, just ‘she nice’, ‘take train somewhere’.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Danai:</em>  “You got the contacts ready?”  I know she does, but it helps me to see it in my mind’s eye.  I look at Manda and she winks.  Bitch!  The first part of the plan is simple: two hired cars sandwich the cab—fender bender and we grab the twat.  <br/><br/>I pat my pocket.  Stun syringe is at the ready.  After the sandwich, we pull the silver Mercedes along in the next lane.  Swing open the cab passenger door, stick Vajayjay—that gets 120 seconds of docility.  Contacts in, twist her arm and into the car.  Then we’re off.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em>  The cab swings out into traffic.  How cute.  Warcaof waves bye-bye.  Our comrades swing out and get in position.  Danai has our car in the next lane.  This is going to be very fun!!!  Cruel perhaps, hopefully, and definitely fun.  How cruel can one make it?  One can only try their best.  “Can’t wait for the contact placement.”  <em>Vajayjay, you’re now wearing contacts.  Don’t take them out—if you do, you’re blind.  But we’ll guide you.  Not to worry.  Just do exactly as we say.”</em>  The contacts are wild—each one distorting sight differently.  So disorienting! <br/><br/>It pays to pay premium for drivers.  Yes it does.  The two hired drivers get in position, stop and then crunch.<br/><br/>Danai pulls up and stops next to the cab.  I get out of our car, opening the passenger cab door.  Danai stabs Vajayjay with the syringe.  She’s out like the proverbial light.  One contact applied, then the other.  Danai and I slide her from the cab and load her into the car.  Danai quickly into the driver’s seat and we’re away.  Smooth, very smooth.<br/><br/>“24 hours with the bitch, get her to understand her new situation, then to Mistress with the bitch trussed.  We be the bounty hunters, oh yeah!”  Danai licks her lips. <br/></span></span></span>