<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2ngbqs6.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> <strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><div class="floatright">(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/><em>Amanda:</em>There’s a knock at the door—Vajayjay!  Mistress shopping trip?  Danai, getting dressed, looks at me.  She shrugs.  I shrug.<br/><br/>I open the door slightly.  I have to hear her out.  She’s mentioned Mistress.  I completely open the door to our room.  “Come in.  What’s this shopping thing?”<br/>