<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/28r01mh.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dianne du Monde</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong>Dominatrix of the World<br/>Queen of Diamonds</strong></div></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2vjolcg.jpg)</div><br/>I squeeze my thick hair, ringing out as much water as possible.  I scrunch it some, apply makeup, get dressed and . . . then see my prize.  I look her up and down.<br/><br/>I head for breakfast.  As I do, I snap my fingers for Vajayjay to follow.<br/><br/>I sit at the table, greeted by breakfast.  I look to the floor and smile.  I indicate for Vajayjay to take a seat.  When she settles, I explain, “Cook’s discretion whether a bowl is set out for my ‘guest’ or a table setting.  You made it to the table.  She must like you.”<br/><br/>I reach for a croissant and start nibbling.  Eventually, I break off a piece and offer it to Vajayjay.  “I’m sure you’ll love that taster.”<br/><br/>I sip some coffee, eat some bacon and start in on the eggs.  I look at Vajayjay, break off a piece of bacon and put it on Vajayjay’s plate.  “Bacon, yummy!”<br/><br/>Finishing off an egg, I pat my lips with the napkin and look at Vajayjay.  “I’m pleased that you remember what a pretty girl is.”   I rest my hands in my lap, “I have decided on what will be a win-win for me.”<br/>