<div class="floatleft"> (http://i65.tinypic.com/m99b7k.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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30xhdmr.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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Danai:</em> As Vajayjay walks out, I look at Amanda.  “Maybe you should ask her again—the skills thing.  Y’know—what skills do you have?  Foot worship.  Definitely.  She's an enthusiast.” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> (Giggle).  “I wouldn’t mind that attention!  Skilled?  I’d say yes.  And me next bitch.”<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> “Except, she’d have a broken arm if she dared, or you dared that.  You know I was NOT keen on the engaged couple thing at the jewelers.”  <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> I shake my head over the Danai temper and jealousy.  “There are a few girls who are paying the price of your jealousy.  Wait for proof.  You’re overly suspicious.  You’re the girl for me.” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> And I don’t know why (maybe I do) but I add, “Let’s go see if Vajayjay’s in the room, making it perfect.  She’s so hot in a maid’s outfit.”  Hmm.  Danai is not pleased.  Who knew?  (Giggle). </span><br/>