On the one hand I am not happy with the idea of her working. It doesn’t seem to be the sort of thing a lady should do. On the other, I do worry abou... her mental health. Her ordeal still weighs heavily on my mind, and if she stays at home she may dwell on it. I thought I should seek your advice.”“I trust that you do not consider me any less ladylike because I work?” asked Victoria.“Oh! No, no, of course not,” Peter replied.“I run this business because I enjoy it,” Victoria told him. “Fashion may. . and let out a gasp of dismay. IT WAS FLAVIA! Flavia, whom she had kept as her personal slave for so long... and whom she had treated with the most callously cruel heartlessness. It was a terrible moment to be thus confronted with the figure which now seemed from another age. Flavia’s features were stony and her blue eyes as cold as ice. A shiver of dread went through Xena. What mercy could she expect there? None... None... None... “You will kiss the toe of Lady Flavia`s shoe... just as you. ”“Go ask Grandfather if he’ll call you.”“OK.”She ran back downstairs. Grandfather was probably going to be a bit cross with me. Oh well, he’d get over it.Sitting down at my desk, I pulled out all the papers I’d need tomorrow and put them in a manila folder. Just as I locked the drawer back up, the intercom came to life. Seemed Mom was back from shopping and was requesting my presence in the kitchen.Grandfather and Stosh were sitting in the living room as I came down. They started to get up and. I found that even though part of mewas scared to open up to the doctor for fear of being ridiculed andteased once again, another part, the feminine part of me, wanted totrust her completely.I was to meet with the good doctor two times a week. By the third week,I felt secure enough to let her get to know the real me. As we talked, Ijust could not help it. I opened up enough to let her get a glimpse ofthe girl inside, the girl wanting to be free enough to come out. I evenstarted to cry at one.