<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/><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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em>  Danai and I agree that we’re wearing each other out.  A few hours sleep is all we’re getting.  The rest is candle burning—which is a new twist and enjoyable.  “So you have the paint-by-numbers instructions for Miss Foot-licker?” <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> “When she gets here.  I’ll show her the pictures of what we want.  I’ll show her the camera scan that confirms the likely value.  The security override is going to be easy.  She’s such a light twat that getting her down and up should be easy.” <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> “We could be back in time for . . . (smile) the current usual.” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>  I nod.  “Where is she?  This room needs major organizing.” <br/></span>