<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br/><br/>"Might you straddle me so I might look upon you?"<br/><br/>Smiling warmly and heedless of her of her new velvet traveling gown, Victoria slid around her brothers lap. She straddled his legs and rested her knees upon the coach bench beside him.  Her long gown bunched in front of her and fell to floor around them. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she settled comfortably atop him.  To Victoria, it was as if they were children again and she was alone and safe with her brother – nothing in the world could touch them.  When he kissed her she felt an unexpected flutter in her belly and returned the kiss with a gentle passion that surprised her. But as her lips began to part under his, he pulled away.<br/><br/>"He was right, wasn't he? We don't hold one another as one might expect."<br/><br/>Victoria’s soft red curls bounced lightly as she shook her head. “Of course not,” she said with firm conviction.  Her bare finger idly toyed with a brown lock of hair at his neck brushing against his warm skin as she considered his question.<br/><br/>“The Comte was incorrect. HE judges our relationship, our feelings for each other by the standards of the nobility. Their children are raised separately, by servants. Boys are taught by a tutor, girls by a governess.   They hardly spend any time together and cannot develop a close relationship such as we have.  They love each other, of course, but they don’t have the closeness of a working class family.  We grow up in two room cottage, we share everything, and we can have no secrets.  We know each other as well as we know ourselves.” She smiled as Hank fingered the buttons of her jacket. “We have been separated for a long time but that doesn’t not change how we feel about each other.”<br/><br/>“Might I see how you have grown dear Victoria?"<br/><br/>“I think you’ll find I have changed quite a bit from the skinny, freckle-faced ginger I was when I left for the Carstairs’ house.”   Blushing slightly, she unbuttoned her form fitting jacket while relying on him to help her maintain her perch on his lap as the coach bounced over the rough road.  She removed it to reveal a blouse of fine silk that barely covered her tightly laced corset.  Her full breasts were pushed high on her chest exposing fair skin and deep cleavage.<br/><br/>She gazed into his eyes and laughed lightly, “I remember when you said that I would be forever built like a boy.  I think I  have proved you wrong.”<br/>