<br/><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/439b/4ai46cgg6bfxdb7zg.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/>__________</div><br/><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/>I recognize her from the past.  So proper!  Well, we shall see.<br/><br/>Holding the sign and waving it, saying, then shouting “Vajayjay!<strong>Vajayjay!</strong>Over here!”<br/><br/>As I wave the sign, there are some sniggers.  Embarrassed?  She?  Yes, this is the girl of disrepute, the one who so willingly gave it up in the Ladies.  That film!  I even watch that for some extra oomph with certain activities.<br/><br/>She’s carrying something, might even expect me to take her items.  No, not my job.<br/><br/>I say simply, “Car’s waiting.  We’ll be on our way.”  Anyone following is in for a bit of disappointment—the black car limo blocks phones in and out.  The route we take will close after we pass.  Aerial view?  Which of 5 cars to follow?  I do wonder what Mistress has in mind, considering everything.<br/>