<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/>Hank lost himself for just a moment as he leaned in and kissed Jennings. It was soft and tender, but there was something between them that made it seem like the right thing to do. The eight inches of hardening flesh wasn't helping matter either as he kissed her a little deeper.<br/><br/><strong>“How about we just forget the meadow and stay here.”</strong>He smiled lightly. He didn't know that he was thinking, but suddenly Hank didn't care, not after the day he had been having.<strong>“And call me Hank. I think you have deserved the right, least when we are alone.”  </strong>