<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8d28/7r9f7z676ptr3ee6g.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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">My girls, my regular girls, are ready to pounce on the assistant.  But they dare not without my permission.<br/><br/>My irregular girl, on her hands and knees, is in no position to pounce.<br/><br/>I do not say to pounce, but conclude, responding to the very meekest request for coat and hat, “We’ll have to do this again.  Your coat and phone are at the front door.  Do you wish assistance?”  I arch my brow at the question.<br/><br/>Pausing, offering a knowing look, “Would you mind telling the rhinoceros Warcaof he absolutely must leave as well.  He’s in the kitchen.” <br/><br/>I pat my lap for Vajayjay to crawl to me as I shoo away the Tutu girl.  <br/><br/>“Now for a tête-à-tête with a certain someone.”  I look directly at Vajayjay, then turn to Tutu: “Not to worry.  Will return her as soon as she likes.  I have a driver and car.  Ta-ta!” <br/></span>