<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>In a coach on the road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart<br/><hr/><br/>"You have only changed on the outside, dear Victoria, on the inside you are just as you have always been." Hank replied softly as he kissed her again. "You were always beautiful, it was just my selfishness to keep you to myself and away from others that might take you away from me."<br/><br/>Hank's eyes drifted slightly over Victoria's form as he returned to her eyes, then to her breasts as they hit a slight bump in the road. "You are certainly not built like a little boy anymore, dear Victoria." Hank's eyes drifted again, there was a family secret deeply recessed in his mind and now, now he wondered it it was true.<br/><br/>"Is it true of mother and father? Were they like us?" He finally said as he couldn't help the reaction below that surely Victoria could now feel as well.