<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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.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>Amanda: </em>I like this.  Sitting, munching on Toblerone, thinking about screwing with Vajayjay.  I sneak a look at Danai.  Hot!  She catches me looking at her, then her eyes widen.<br/><br/>I look and, speak of the she-devil, who should wander up to the car, but our own little miss.  Danai power-rolls the window down and we give a listen.  Danai leans over to speak.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> I slide over to speak to Vajayjay who doesn’t know she’s addressing her captors.  Rich! I’ve worked so hard to lose my New York accent, but I slip into it as if I’m at the deli again: <strong>“Oh my!  You’re an American.  We’ll help.  Of course, go USA!  This is my friend Carli and I’m Patsy.  Tell us what’s wrong.  I mean how, how to help.”</strong><br/><br/>I wink at Amanda.<br/></span>