<strong>Who:</strong>Standford Earlson<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Guest room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Eloise<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><hr/><br/>Setting the pith helmet on the dresser Standford patted himself down. Dust billowed everywhere, filling the rather medium size room. Coughing the hunter looked around at the room which was once again more lascivious then he liked but the nature of the beast he assumed. Putting his bag on the four poster bed he began to slowly unpack all his clothes which were more tailored for outdoors activities and otherwise were not very classy attire. Much of it was stuff you would see on working men. To him it was comfortable but it was sure to make a splash among the uppity bastards here. Laughing at his purposeful rebellious nature Stanfords brown eyes lifted to see his wife unclothing very awkwardly. Oh how she hated to dress up. To be honest he was regretting not taking her out for a good camping trip in the country.<br/><br/>Moving forward after seeing Eloise bow her head, Standford was eager to spend the time before dinner with her. Brushing her vibrant red out of the way he leaned down to breathe her in. No perfume but she smelled wonderful naterualy. Big unwieldy fingers untied her corset the fastest he could. No matter how many time he did, it was always a exercise in patience,<br/><br/>"Dear, guess what I heard from my friend Karl Benz? He invented a device that would replace horses for carriages, can you believe it? A horseless carriage!? Simply amazing!"<br/><br/>