<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;">I inspect the two.  I place my finger to my lips, pausing for quite a while.<br/><br/>“Yes.  Your hair is quite becoming Jaclyn.” <br/><br/>I slowly turn to her second.  “I need no introduction to Miss Silk.  I took the liberty of introductions when I found the two of you on your shopping expedition.” <br/><br/>Turning back to Jaclyn, “And I must admit that the bump was not accidental.  I felt that you needed something.  It was a sense I had, that matters would be incomplete . . . for you.” <br/><br/>I look at Taffy, “I’m not sure that another redhead is necessary, but . . . that is up to you.  Later instructions, social demands, . . . yes, later on that.  Has Jaclyn been nice to me when describing how things are with us?” <br/></span>