Something to make me feel like a woman again, something to put life back into my body. Something to put life back into my life. I could do it. I could...pull a man. Unlike Darrin, I have taken care of myself over the years. I mean sure, I could stand to lose a little weight here and there, a few pounds at the most but other than the slight middle-aged spread, I've still got it. Sometimes I lose myself in this daydream of having an affair. This fantasy of going to a bar, dressed in my best black. “I can’t wait to see you beat Chris with it.”“Thank you, Ophelia.”Then, Mistress Flavia continued. “Chris, what I’ve asked you to help me do here, is to recreate the ancient Roman “flagellum” -- the Roman whip that was used on slaves, prisoners, convicts and enemies of the state as part of their torture before they were crucified. They were whipped with metal-tipped scourges until their bodies were bleeding. It was the initial stage in their torture and punishment to the death.”I looked over at. The tower was a triangular affair, and each side of the triangle was about 18" to 24". There were 5 or 6 ten foot pieces which would slip into each other. The idea was to put your TV antenna on the top of the tower and then winch some or all of the pieces up into the air until you could get decent television reception. The tower was anchored to a concrete block and it was quite stable since once it was winched up to the desired height, guy wires could be attached and tied off to other concrete. I…umm..’ ‘You did not think what?’ ‘I thought you were going to react in the same way.’ ‘What good would that do?’ I stared at her for a second, gauging my next question. ‘If you are so learned and kind-hearted, how come you never do anything to stop Jock?’ ‘I am a coward.’ Well, I definitely was not expecting that! I suddenly felt very awkward. I had nothing to say. I just wanted to get out of there and dragged my feet towards the door. ‘You didn’t wash the blood off.’ I turned around, ‘Its.