<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qCugVbF.png) <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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I take the cash cards from my pet.  Opening my purse, I don’t exactly smile, but slightly rub my foot at Vajayjay’s ankle.<br/><br/>She says what I know.  I lean into her and whisper, <em>“the middle-aged man, reading the paper supposedly, but looking at us . . .”</em> . . .  I nibble pet’s ear, <em>“his wallet is most certainly in his suit pocket.  Lift it quietly from him and just as quietly bring it to me.”</em><br/><br/>If she can cat burgle, she can pickpocket.  This is what I want.<br/></span>