<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br/><br/>“Oh, my silly brother”, Victoria smiled up at him between kisses; “You need never worry about that.  No one will ever separate us again.  I will stay with you forever, if that is what you wish.”<br/><br/>A rut in the road set the springs of the coach bouncing and Victoria wobbled on Hank’s lap. The feel of him between her legs brought a blush to her cheeks that deepened when she noticed his eyes on the quivering white skin of her exposed cleavage.<br/><br/>"You are certainly not built like a little boy anymore, dear Victoria."<br/><br/>She shook her head and lowered her eyes.  She voice was soft as she whispered, “I am nothing like a boy, Hank. I am a woman now.”<br/><br/>"Is it true of mother and father? Were they like us?"<br/><br/>“I only know that they grew up together, that they had known each other since childhood.  I think they shared family, but I don’t know what that means. After all, most of the village was related somehow.”  She softly sighed and looked into his eyes, “They loved each other, of that I am certain.”<br/><br/>“I love you, Hank”, was her quiet declaration as her hand slid from his neck to the back of his head. Her fingers entwined with his short curls as she pulled his mouth down to hers.  She kissed him softly before parting her lips to tentatively taste the kiss with her warm tongue.<br/><br/>“Oh.” She whimpered against his mouth before breaking the kiss and burying her head against his shoulder.<br/>