<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;">We’re just taking it nice and easy, sitting in the car downstairs.  <br/><br/>“Leash?”  That’s what Danai asks with a sly look.  I nod.  Danai munches on her Toblerone: “I sort of think she’ll ask for it even.  We’re the bitch’s seeing eyes.”  Danai smirks, I smirk back and giggle imagining a bitch who has seeing eye humans—a ‘quaint’ reversal of the norm.<br/><br/>I look at my phone.  A little time, but not a lot has passed.  Danai looks at me, knowing I want to check the video cams, to see what problems our little princessa is having.  Danai wags her finger no-no!  I shrug, smile and set the phone down. <br/></span>