<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Adam<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>I watch her eyes and lips intently as she speaks.<br/><br/>Her touch, light as a feather, of my chin makes me shiver inside.<br/><br/>There's something in the back of my mind as she mentions diamonds... and the desire to have me get the object for her.  A memory perhaps... that this is not a total surprise.<br/><br/>But now, in this moment, it just seems like an adventure and an assignment.  One that could well end with me having pleased her.... and there seems to be very little in the world that could be more rewarding than that.<br/><br/>I slide out of the door as the cab stops and head immediately into the jewelry store.  It doesn't take long at all to find the section of the store where the diamond rings are displayed.  There seem to be at least two nervous looking men at the display already, with their eyes wide as they seemingly attempt to determine which ring might guarantee success at some future proposal or apology.  I slide up behind the gentlemen on the right, as he seems to most closely match my size and general appearance.  I don't say a word at first, but as he starts to scan the particular cabinet that contains the ring that Mistress desired, I say out loud, "Oh that one is spectacular."<br/><br/>"Which one?" he asks, and I make out as though I was talking to myself and so sorry to have disturbed him. He presses me, and after a moment I give in and point out the ring.<br/><br/>In a few moments, he's signalling the roaming sales staff to ask if he might see the rings on that tray.  I'll have to time this right.  She lifts it out to show him and he turns it in his fingertips, letting it catch the light.<br/><br/>"How about that one?" I ask, and move to point out another, and manage to graze his hand, making him drop the ring to the counter.  I helpfully pick it up for him and move my hand to the velvet tray, pushing and moving the other rings he's recently viewed. Rather than set the ring down, I palm it and slide it into my jacket pocked a moment later.  I give another humm and haw, but then I wordlessly let him move on to the next.<br/><br/>I'm gone before either he nor the sales staff find time to count the remaining rings.  The cab is there, waiting for me, and I slip back inside with an eager smile.<br/><br/>The ring is in my fingers again in a moment, and I move to slip it into her beautiful hand.