(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Jennings Bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Past 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Thinking about riding<br/><br/>Jennings moved back around him, watching him carefully, she was most certainly on the verge of drunkenness and it was partially her fault. Brightside though he seemed calmer at least.<strong>"My mother taught me, one of the few things I owe her I guess."  </strong>She shrugged more concerned for him rather than her singing talents.<br/><br/>She laughed and reached out caressing his cheek, her fingers brushing through the slight stuble of his cheek and jaw.<strong>"Depends on the horse my lord...."</strong>Her words seemed to fail her as she looked at him straight on, her eyes perusing his face, the curve of his lips, the strength of his jaw. Shivering she started to pull her hand away, she was being very inappropriate. This was a married man, a married man far above her station, and her employer. He shouldn't even be in her room.