<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>William Samuel McGowin<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen (Pantry)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br/><hr/><br/>The woman's words fell on deafened ears.  William's heart pounded loudly, ringing through his body.  His lip kissing Dahlia's soft skin along her edge of her shirt.  He manged to find skin under that grey dress of hers.  His hand ran along the woman's warm thigh.  He pushed up towards her cheek.  His fingers flexed, squeezing her.<br/><br/>Even through the apron, William's fingers teased Dahlia's nipple.  Rushes of hot air escape through his nose.  Breathy moans cried out from William.  His hands were getting more daring, pressing the man's luck.<br/><br/><strong>"BLOODY HELL"</strong>The unforgettable voice of Mrs. Roger carried out.<strong>"HOW BLOODY LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET GOODs OUT OF THE PANTRY....MS. STEVENS.."</strong>The cook cried out for the help.  It didn't stop William from preforming....<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Servants area<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mr. Stuert<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Last minute details<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"You deserve it Allen...whomever."</strong>The look on Allen's face made the Lord chuckle.  This man before Lord Darcy was by far the only butler for The Henshaws.<strong>"You are quite welcome."</strong>Lord Darcy patted the man's shoulder once more before returning his hand to his side.<br/><br/>As Allen spoke, Lord Darcy rubbed his chin.<strong>"She will be dealt with.."</strong>The Scottsman was a gift to Lady Henshaw from herself.  Lord Darcy was just barely fortunate to win him.<strong>"Oh how Lady Connie likes to sample the world..."</strong>He shook his head slightly, still amused by the situation.<strong>"Yes...While we are at dinner see to their bags for garments or other items.  I will conduct the garment inspection before dinner.  We need good sents for the hounds..."</strong>It was tradition, the fox hunt.  It was cruel to use actual foxes so the Henshaw used something a bit for fun, the woman.  The dogs didn't harm the woman but Lord Darcy had them might as well use them.  Often enough they left the woman alone but more willing foxes enjoyed the attention.<strong>"Perfect, Perfect...After dinner, we will not let her clean up and Allen remember to leave it up over night..Remember?"</strong>The Lord grinned slyly at the man.