<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Jennings bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>When:</strong>About half past three<br/><strong>What:</strong>The mood sets.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Oh.”</strong>Hank replied as he sat up, it was now clear that he had misread something about their time at the table, or the drinking and his emotions had gotten the better of him, which was possible.<br/><br/>He moved to quickly grab his pants, slipping them on, which wasn't easy, they came off much easier than they went on, but he managed, next came his boots.<br/><br/><strong>“I will leave you, I fear I have embarrassed you and that was not my intent.”</strong>Now Hank felt awkward. Hank grabbed his shirt, slipping it on. “My apologies to you dear lady.”<strong></strong>He tried to smile, but even in his current state wasn't going to deflower a virgin, no matter how cute.