But, it is quite remarkable.”“How so?” I asked.Alia smiled slightly. “It’s too long a story to go into in the middle of Safeway.”“I see....Well, if you ever feel like talking about her, I’m more than happy.”We chatted for a couple of minutes, discussing the odd palates of young girls, Alia laughing at Sia’s newly discerning sense of smell, and said goodbye. But, as I moved away, she called to me.“Philip? Would you like to grab dinner together and chat?” She looked pensive.“I’d love to. When?”“How. Truth to tell, Grand Duchess Isabella rather enjoyed watching the lower ordersbeing forced to scream and squirm. After all, they were barely human and onlyexisted to serve and entertain people like her. It's not like they were realpeople. As a member of the nobility, she had a balcony seat at each auto-da-fe andwas closer to the agonized victims atop their poles than were the teeming massesbelow. She felt scant sympathy for such filth and avidly watched the grimy,horrified faces contorted in. The four bearded men rushed back into the scene and grabbed her by the arms and legs. In one swift motion they lifted her up and laid her on her back on the ground with her arms and legs tied tightly by the leather thongs. Then they stepped away.Another two men in Arab dessert dress, this time all in black with something black covering their faces stepped into the scene. They were each holding knives with very thin, long blades about six inches in length. They knelt at Sharon's feet and. Her hipssway just enough to appear to be the ultimate infemininity. I notice every sway and wiggle, yet, what wasit I saw a moment earlier? I ask myself, and ponder as Istare after her.She carefully checks herself in both mirrors at the end ofthe aisle. One is a full-length view, which shows the shoeswith the entire outfit. The next is a close-up mirror,which is exclusive for the shoes. They can be examinedclosely from an admirer's viewpoint. She takes her timepivoting her foot this way and.