<div class="floatleft">(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/connie2-1.jpg)</div>Constance smiled at Mrs hemlock, she knew if the woman was to feel her mons she would tut and drag her off to be dealt with she was sure.  Constance might be a good dutiful wife and mother.  But she was also a woman who liked to see what she could get away with.  She had not been summoned to her husband's bed or study for a few days, sleeping in her own small room along from the main one they shared.  Connie had a rebelious side that was often quashed, but it returned frequently and needed dealing with.<br/><br/>She knew they were expecting a lot of guests and she used this as an opportunity to allow her own personaly hygiene to slip.  She had been so busy with making the rooms were ready and the hous elooked festive that she had not had the time to bathe and groom herself.  She knew if her husband or the ever resourceful Mrs Hemlock should see her failings she would suffer greatly for it.  Maybe that would not be a bad thing, for the Lady Constance was beginning to feel she had equal rights as her husband, maybe she should ask him to allow her to wear underwear.  She watched Mrs Hemlock leave, and then smirked, she would find her husband and speak to him.  Now he had some new slaves to occupy him maybe he would allow her to dress correctly.<br/><br/>Turning to her dear friend Countess Victoria she sighed, "I feel my dear Countess I must enquire of my husband if I may begin to have some rights.  I feel with all the women in the world I deserve to be his equal." She said softly, her voice for her dear friends ears only, "I will ask of him if I may once more wear under garments.  I feel most vulnerable without them."<br/>