<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Weston's Parlor – Weston Manor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>When:</strong>About Noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>A Meeting<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“I have to be returning to Westinghouse, they think I am working to rebuild that decrepit house my father bestowed to me. You should see the place Lizzie. I would not let my horse stay at that place, but I will build a grand home in it's place. You should visit me there some weekend when it is ready.”</strong><br/><br/>Vic had little use for Lord Weston, the Duke and Duchess at the very least were appreciative for his help what now seemed like a lifetime ago, but there where times when he could still feel then Lady Greymore against his body as he attempted to give her a tour of his father's home. He wanted her from that moment. It had been a long, hard year. The trust placed in him by his father, for the estate, known as The Hedges, was lovely, though the manor house was beyond the repairs his father had told him of, but Vic knew it was a test.<br/><br/>He kissed Elizabeth again, his hand staying on her ass.<strong>“If you should ever desire to be the wife of an Earl, you let me know..we could be quite the team you and I..well unless you can rid me of the Duke entirely, he has served his purpose well, but perhaps it's time a Henshaw took his place.”</strong>