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"Hold on honey, you are getting worked up too much. Let's sleep on it and we will give it some serious thought and talk about it tomorrow morning" Liz commanded.

The following morning as they were having breakfast, they had to admit that they could not come up with a solution by themselves and made arrangements to see seek professional help via Dr. Rodin. Because of the nature of their problem, Dr. Rodin agreed to discuss it that evening during dinner at their place, rather than at his office.

The school day dragged for Harriet as Liz resumed the duties that she had been doing so well. The dull grey office appeared even more so, and the only cheering note was the enrollment of five new students and many requests for interviews for future enrollment.

Since she did not have too much to do, Harriet left early to straighten out the apt. and to start the dinner. She outdid herself in setting the table for three and doing the flower arrangement herself. When Liz came home shortly thereafter she prepared the steaks while Harriet made a salad. Neither talked about the coming discussion with Dr. Rodin.

"I'll finish up, honey. Why don't you change into something fresh so that at least one of us will be ready when Dr. Rodin arrives?” Liz suggested.

Harriet went into the guest room which contained her wardrobe, and selected a floor length hostess skirt and a long sleeved chiffon blouse for her costume that evening. She slipped the peasant type blouse over her head, being careful not to mar her makeup, and noticed how well it re- vealed her breasts for others to admire to just the proper degree. The pale pink color of the blouse contrasted well with the green skirt. She stepped into the full skirt and lifted it to the waistline relishing the soft folds as it draped about her hips. A single strand pearl choker and matching earrings completed her outfit. Quickly retouching her makeup, she returned to the dining room and told Liz to get herself ready.

There was a ring at the door and, since Liz was not yet ready, Harriet opened the door to greet Dr. Rodin. “Good evening, Doctor" she greeted, extending her hand which he took in his for a brief moment. “Liz will be ready in a few minutes. May I fix you a drink, while we are waiting?”

Dr. Rodin agreed and while she was mixing the drinks, he observed her most closely, noting all her actions and marvelled that this could be a man.

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