<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>Talking<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“What is it Jennings? It is the only way to cure that which ailes me..I must be ridden and I must be ridden hard!”  </strong>His hand was in the air, finger pointing upward.<strong> “If she can be ridden hard, why can I not be ridden hard?” </strong>Clearly he had been drinking, for this certainly made perfectly good sense to him.<br/><br/><strong>“If I was a horse would you not ride he hard..you said so yourself..that if I were a horse you would ride me hard, then you would rub me down..do I not deserve the same treatment as such a noble creature as a horse? I implore you, DO I NOT!”</strong>