<div align="center">(http://i65.tinypic.com/1znbuja.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Zurich Jewelry Store</span></strong><br/>____________________</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2ngbqs6.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> <strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30xhdmr.jpg)</div><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><br/><em>Amanda:</em>(Giggle).   So no more practice!  I look at Danai.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>(Giggle).   So no more practice!  I look at Amanda.<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>I love the way Danai drives.  She’s in total control, we are approaching the store.  It’s been agreed:<em>We enter the store.  Spot the diamond.  Try it on etc.  Take it off .  Deposit it.  Check out the back.</em>The rest is improv: I say to ‘V’—“You know how to improvise right?”<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>As we drive, I confirm for ‘V’ that she needn’t worry about cameras.  They’ll be directed away from the activity; later I’ll wash the video and replace it with innocent footage.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>We arrive and the girls get out.  Damn!  Amanda is hotness.  I hate that V gets to spend some time with Amanda, but no jealousy now!<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/6svz12.jpg) </div><em>Amanda:</em>We enter the store.  Two suits, smiling like there’s no tomorrow, greet.  I whisper to V:<em> “uh-huh, baldy”</em>.  I steer her to the lower echelon fellow (baldy).  I pat V’s rump, pat it again and smile at the clerk: “The bitch convinced me to get hooked.  It’s ring time.”<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/5cnn8y.jpg) </div><br/><em>Clerk:</em>Boredom over.  Interesting answer for ‘what happened at work today?’ when I get home.  But now “You’ve come to the right store.  Upper echelon in every regard.  Design and quality.”  I look at the one who is to get the ring: “What do you have in mind?  Size, quality or both?”<em>They must be fierce in bed.  Oh my!</em><br/>