<br/><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>Little after 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>In the mood to ride<br/><hr/><br/>Hank looked down between he and Jennings.<strong>“Oh so it is.”</strong>He actually blushed slightly, but other than that didn't seem at all bothered by it.<strong>“If I were a horse what would be done to remedy this ailment?”</strong><br/><strong><br/>“Perhaps I need more to drink?”  </strong>He thought, though he laughed as he said it, then looked into Jennings eyes.<strong>“You have beautiful eyes..very much as they should be, attached to your face as they are and such..”</strong>He leaned in closer.<strong>“They are so blue—I do not believe I have ever seen eyes quite so blue before.”  </strong><br/><br/>He stared into Jennings' eyes for a moment as he felt his<em>ailment</em>growing harder.