<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3849/fudm7sglwynw0rr6g.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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">And she is mine!  I smile even.  She can’t see that.  Is that more or less satisfying?  I don’t know, but the situation feels delicious.  <br/><br/>“There are very few steps in the process.”  Let’s see, “I should like you as a red-head.  You can go to a stylist, describe how you want your look to be as me, but not the same.” <br/><br/>“In that chit-chat sort of way, explain your situation to the stylist, your vision loss is really a gain . . . ” <br/><br/>“Saying is eventually believing and then who knows?  You may be inspired to your own idea of thievery.  Orrrr I can prompt you.” <br/><br/>I rather like all this!<br/> <br/></span>