<strong>Who:</strong>Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Study (downstairs)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Belle<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1 before dinner<br/><strong>What:</strong>Finishing his speech.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The man thought nothing of it.  Both hands were clearly groping at the woman's rear.  She was a woman of her own free will.  She was choosing to reciprocating it.  His mind was clear and his body followed.  Their tongues danced back and forth between them.  He felt himself growing aroused by the situation.  Slowly the man broke the kiss.  Though his lips stop his hands continued.<strong>"My dear child, we must slow down.  For I fear I would not have anything to wager for our guests."</strong>He left his word vague on purpose.  Lord Darcy was capable of most things but stopping amidst a heated exchange, hardly.