(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Jennings's Bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little After 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Comparing a Man to a Horse<br/><br/>Jennings nodded her head scooting forward in her chair, her booted ankles crossed under her chair.<strong>"Of course sir, I shall try to answer as honestly as I can."</strong>She tilted her head, her hair still windblown and wild falling about her face and eyes.<br/><br/>Jennings smiled finally in a territory she knew well.<strong>"Well sir it would depend on the situation, if it was a small scare or irritation I would rub them with my fingers, starting at the neck working in small slow circles, gradually growing bigger as I worked down their flanks, each front leg, sides, and back legs, usually singing to them. If by chance they are like you, I would give them a long hard ride, giving them their head and just letting them go free until they have lathered themselves and can be calm, then I would brush them and finger rub them to make sure they stay calm and easy."</strong>Her voice was soft, lyrical even as she spoke lovingly about the horses.<strong>"I would never end the Animal's life, until I have exhausted every other opportunity first." </strong><br/><br/>Biting her lip she turned eyes to him.<strong>"Do you need a hard ride sir?"</strong>She asked, speaking about horses of course, but no one could ignore the innuendo.