<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qCugVbF.png) <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;">It is easy cultivating compliance, absolute devotion to all that I want.  Jaclyn (the girls love calling her Vajayjay, secretly I think she likes it) is perfection!  She does not even engage in a whim without asking my permission.  (So far, she’s turned over her assets (and ass)).  She asks to saunter, and I permit her with, “Yes.  Why not?  If you see anything I’d like, steal it.” <br/><br/>I watch her walk away with her seductive walk (she even walks like I do!)<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Pvoznfl.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>Danai:</em>  I get a text from our restaurant spy, friend Fiona.  “Okay, Vajayjay is on the move.  All seems good.  Nice and easy is our mantra.  Text Vajayjay to reel her in Amanda.” <br/><br/></span><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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <em>Amanda:</em>  Well, why not?  I pull my phone out and start tapping.  I look up.  “Where are we again?”  Danai rolls her eyes and points to the café banner staring us in the face.  I giggle nervously and text Vajayjay with the name where she’s to head, adding:<br/><br/><em>###  looking forward to seeing you <br/>~~SEND</em><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/90d9/ec6u1j9bt29haur6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ian O’Grady</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>FAI Investigator</strong></span></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <em>Ian O’Grady:</em>  I get a text from my restaurant spy/snitch, Fiona.   Jaclyn has left du Monde and is beginning a stroll.  Hopefully, she’s headed toward the du Monde gang.<br/></span>