<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Beatrice-Cropped.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Beatrice O’Connell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>the Earl of Surrey<br/><strong>When: </strong>day 1 evening<br/><hr/>When his fingers lingered on her womanhood and he even started to apply some pressure to her little button, Beatrice moaned audibly. If she remained in his presence, she would shame herself in front of the assembled gentry. She lingered underneath his touch for a moment longer before gently detaching her posterior from his grasp. She picked up the empty tray and curtsied for the earl. “I beg your pardon my lord, but I am required in the kitchen to further prepare the dinner.” She avoided eye-contact though the lord no doubt did not miss the blush on her cheeks. She couldn’t make her way out of the library quickly enough.