<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Weston's Parlor – Weston Manor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>When:</strong>About Noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>A Meeting<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Who is up to your capable hands, surely one sight of the man and you might give up on Weston even. I might even change my own persuasions, he is quite pretty, though I don't see it as happening. My family made him what he is and I wish to see to it that his bride will be his repayment for our graciousness. It was my idea after all, it's only fair.”</strong><br/><br/>Vic moved over to Elizabeth, slipping his arm around her, his hand moving to her ass.<strong>“Now back to us..how much do you want..enough to take down an elephant or enough to get a Duke laid? Might be the same amount—considering the size of the elephant.”</strong>Vic laughed as he kissed Elizabeth on the lips, smiling as he broke the kiss.<strong>“If Greymore will not give you the vitamins..I suggest you taken them.”</strong>He slapped her ass.<strong>“By force.”  </strong>