<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>Jennings bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little after 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>In the mood to ride<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Oh a lusty nightingale indeed.”</strong>Hank moaned, with ever muscle that she worked to relax, he moaned.<strong>“You have a beautiful voice for singing, clearly you have been blessed with many gifts.”  </strong><br/><br/>When Jennings stopped, Hank's head lowered a little, he was clearly calmer, or seemingly so.<strong>“Was this before or after you ride a horse hard?”</strong>He looked at Jennings and smiled,<strong>“I envy the noble beast..”  </strong><br/><br/><br/>