<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>1 P.M.<br/><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br/><br/><hr/>Ella giggled at the description of the Earl of Warwick. Archibald had a talent for amusing description. She blushed on hearing the lord's beautifully ambiguous question. Not a shy girl though, she every so briefly licked one lush lower lip with a delicate pink tongue and said, "I appreciate a good cock," she told his lordship. "But I don't wouldn't go so far as to call myself a cock lover." Her attention was momentarily distracted as she saw a woman leaving the estate. She wondered what had happened to cause her to be so abruptly thrown out. Her assumption was that she must have been thrown out as why would a woman leave the security of being his lordship's mistress voluntarily. Then she glanced over at his lordship and remembered his variable personality. "Do you know if they'll have peacocks where we're going," she asked him casually. "Prancing pretty little peacocks?"