<strong>Who: Elizabeth<br/>Where: Library<br/>With: Alice and Andrew<br/>When: Day 1, before dinner</strong><br/><br/>Relieved she'd guessed right as to what Andrew had wanted, Elizabeth let herself relax too, only to be taken aback when Alice jerked in response to Andrew's ministrations, and tightening her grip again.  She found the position slightly awkward, having to lean forward to grip Alice's shoulders, while trying to stay out of Andrew's way at the same time.  Having an idea, though not sure it would work, she supported Alice's shoulders with one arm, letting her lean against it while she moved to sit beside Alice, though careful to not interfere with what Andrew was doing, she hoped.  Her skirts and the layers of petticoats made it a job, but she eventually managed it.  She moved backward slightly, and leaned sidewya, supporting Alice's back and shoulders with her own weight, encouraging her to lean against her if it would be more comfortable for her.  She'd have had an easier time of it if she could have gotten directly behind Alice, but her skirts wouldn't let her, and so she made the best of it.  She didn't want Alice to slip and hurt herself, and this gave her a better angle to see by anyway.  She watched, wide-eyed, as Andrew continued to pleasure Alice, her own breathing becoming more rapid as she saw how Alice truly seemed to like what he was doing.  She fidgeted, feeling as if she suddenly had too much energy, yet not exactly the same sort of feeling.  She couldn't explain what she felt, and was glad both were too preoccupied to ask her.