The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)
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				Title: <strong>The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 21:39:43</strong>
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				pictures to follow<br><br>Here will be located the threads that consist of the grounds of Westinghouse. The stables, gardens, Jennings' home or room, etc.
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				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 20:12:14</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Stables<br><strong>With:</strong> Open<br><strong>When:</strong> Quarter after 2<br><strong>What:</strong> Meditation <br><br>It had been a beautiful day for a ride, the sun peaking through countless clouds and only a slight breeze to speak of. Jennings loved being out in the fresh air, couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be. The meadow was full of blooming flowers and she let the horse have it's head, smelling the sweet fragrance on the wind as it whipped through her hair tinging her pale cheeks pink. This was her favorite part of the day when she exercised the horses, her only real feeling of being able to fly.<br><br><br>Jennings had just gotten back from her afternoon ride. Today she had taken out Lord Stuart's Stallion, the beast was a beautiful creature of mahogany coloring and black mane. It snorted as it approached the stable and hesitated slightly, something unusual for this particular horse to do, it loved coming back to the oats that awaited him each afternoon. Jennings jumped from it's back, hair flowing wildly around her, windblown from the ride. She was in doeskin breeches and knee high brown riding boots, to say that the breeches didn't enhance her figure would have been a lie, in fact they hugged her curves defining them to their most effective quality. On top she wore no corset for it restricted her when she exercised the horses, instead she wore a lace lined shift under a young mans shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a tan doeskin vest, the shirt was unbuttoned so the shift could be seen and the shirt itself did little to hide what was underneath. But Jennings never worried about dress, she dressed for comfort and for convenience. <br><br>Bright blue eyes searched the horse as her hands caressed it's neck and flanks. <strong>"What is it boy?" </strong>She asked turning her head eyes widened at the stable door standing open. Jennings looked at it confused.<strong> "Odd...I remember closing that before we left."</strong> She grabbed the horses reins and lead him to the door, peering in she gasped at the figure standing there. <br><br><strong>"I didn't expect you to be home Sir.....We thought you had already left for town."</strong> She spoke softly, her hands gripping the reins more tightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:34:28</strong>
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				<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> The Stables<br><strong>With:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>When:</strong> Quarter after 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about life<br><hr><br>The stables had been quiet when Hank left the house to head to town to catch the train to his meeting in Devonshire, he was heartbroken, simply-heartbroken that such a thing could happen. He had been warned, but still he followed his heart and married Vivienne. He knew her past, the past that she said was forced upon her by her father, but as he thought about it, there were things that didn't make sense to him, though he hated to think about it. He missed the days when he could sit in Archibald's study, now occupied by Lord Henshaw, and talk about nearly nothing at all. They had one conversation that was merely about the fascination of watching a duck use the facilities and both admitted that they wondered if ducks even used them as they were birds and birds certainly did, but they had never seen a duck, so they wondered. The conversation lasted for five hours.<br><br><strong>“Yes I was to go to the train..I will still be there by morning even if I leave late I wager.”</strong> He said, though his desire to talk was growing less and less. He loved all that he was doing and was able to do as a Duke, but perhaps the cost was too much? He sighed. Life was so much simpler, happier then it was himself and Archie and Lady Elizabeth, he missed her dreadfully, she was a great conversationalist as well, even more so than her brother, they didn't care that he was the footman's son, then the footman, to them he was Henry, just Henry, or Hank and yes, he missed his father. He would have been so very proud of him. He missed Victoria too, perhaps more than any of the rest he missed his beloved sister. He wasn't happy to see her leave when their mother died and take jobs as a governess, but their father told him that it was time for her to be her own woman just as it was time for him to be his own man. Now he knew the only woman he would ever trust again with all his heart would be Victoria, He called her Tori most of the time, sometimes Ria, but seldom did he call her by her full given name, but he would now if she wished it. He missed her so.<br><br>He sighed as he looked at the stalls in the stable, the various horses that called it home. <strong>“The Lady Katherine made it off alright?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:56:08</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Stables<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Quarter after 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> A friendly Ear<br><br>Jennings realized early that she had walked in on a reverie, the way he was just staring, his eyes vacant and lost. He was in a memory or lost in deep thought. This troubled Jennings, she had never seen him linger so long in the stables before, and the fact that he didn't make his train this afternoon was not like him at all. Walking his horse into the stable she placed him in his stall and unsaddled him watching carefully out of the corner of her eyes for any clue to him noticing that she was there with him. It was odd for the first time in her life Jennings actually felt like she was the intruder. Taking a breath and inhaling the horses she took the tacking to the tack room and noticed on her way out he had been talking to her, well sort of....He hadn't actually looked at her yet, so she wasn't sure if he even knew he spoke. <br><br>&nbsp;She bit her lip, never having gone on the train before Jennings didn't quite know how to answer him, but then again the statement didn't seem to warrant an answer any how. He looked so lost and she felt almost sorry for him, she hadn't heard much except for the tiny bit of gossip when Katherine left, but even that seemed insufficient. She watched him deep in thought and slowly ventured closer, when he asked about Katherine she jumped back and nodded her head.<strong> "Of course sir, at least from what I saw."</strong> She noticed that he still hadn't exactly seen her and she bit her lip again wondering how one should navigate something like this. She was so much better with horses.<br><br>Coming closer she tentatively placed her hand on his arm. <strong>"Sir...Would you like a drink?" </strong>She asked tilting her head up to look at him, her's still flushed from being outside.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:08:22</strong>
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				<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> The Stables<br><strong>With:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>When:</strong> Quarter after 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about life<br><hr><br>Hank turned, he saw Jennings, though his brain didn't process her as Jennings as he placed his hand over hers. <strong>“No..I am fine.”</strong> He said softly. He removed his hand though as he looked to the horses again. <strong>“Victoria will be home soon..she'll know what to do.”</strong> He mumbled as he turned to Jennings again, looked at her and seemingly unable to know what else to do, pulled her into a hug and started to cry like a baby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 02:12:12</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> The stables<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart <br><strong>When:</strong> Quarter Past 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Consoling a Lord<br><br>Jennings watched him look at but not see her and again she wondered if she was really that invisible, she was an attractive young lady or at least she thought so, but working with horses she never really got the chance to see people to often. When he told her he was fine she shook her head, he definitely was not fine, he was haunted and sad. She looked down as he removed his hand and was startled when she was pulled up against him in a hug, him crying on her shoulder. Patting his back she bit her lip eyes searching around helplessly for a sign on which said what to do.<br><br>Pulling away she shook her head. <strong>"Come my Lord let me get you a drink and you can talk to me.....I will just sit in the corner and listen." </strong>She spoke slow and calm, almost like she was talking to a child. Taking him by the arm she lead him into her little room off the main stable it was small with just a single bed made out of fresh hay and a little round table in the middle, a nook carved out for a stove and a little cupboard that held her few essentials. She had a trunk at the foot of the bed that held her clothes and under her bed she stashed her liquor.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling out a cup from the cupboard she poured the Whiskey into the tumbler and handed it to him. <strong>"Now you sit here and breath and whenever you are ready just talk."</strong> She looked at him and nodded before placing the bottle in the middle of the table and sitting in the second chair. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:37:40</strong>
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				<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> The Stables<br><strong>With:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>When:</strong> Quarter after 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about life<br><hr><br>Hank sat down, slumping in the chair as he took the cup and downed it, then poured another. “Never trust the ones you love.” He said quietly. “Especially if you become a Duke..they will never be what you think.” He said as he downed his cup a second time.<br><br>“Have you ever loved someone that you couldn't have, then you got them and it was wonderful, or you thought it was wonderful until you find out the person you love is not as you thought they were, that they are not what you thought at all and now you are not sure if you truly love them or you are so hurt that you wonder if you should just ride off and leave her for Hell, because that is where God will put her for her transgressions?” &nbsp;Hank wasn't sure if he was making sense, but he wasn't sure he cared anymore either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:55:45</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Therapy Session<br><br>Jennings didn't know hot to navigate what was going on she just listened watched him drink, thought better of taking the bottle away, because he was talking so that was good. She even filled a cup for herself this was heady stuff that she could only assume was about his wife. <br><br>Feeling totally shocked and guilty for this man her employer she scooted her chair around and sat close to him wrapping her arm around his shoulder. <strong>"It's okay, I am here..keep talking...."</strong> She couldn't answer him, not even sure if she should in the first place she was confused. Rubbing his shoulders and back she downed her whiskey and tilted her head to the side looking at him. <br><br>That was when she realized just how handsome her employer really was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 18:47:37</strong>
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				<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> Almost 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking<br><hr><br>Henry poured himself another cup, but didn't down it as he left it on the table, looking at the woman across from him. <strong>“By GOD your a girl!”</strong> He said as he sat back a little. “You know I always thought Jennings was the old man that cut down the wrong tree when Lord Greymore moved to London.” &nbsp;<br><br>Hank sat there a moment, just looking at her. <strong>“I simply don't know what to do, talking to her will only make it worse, she will try to explain..she always tries to explain..then she will try to make me see that I am wrong to think as I do, but am I wrong to think that my wife will go to hell for bedding another woman!? I implore you! Am I wrong, surely it's a sin, just as taking another man would be, but least another man I could fathom, or least I could kill the man..I can not kill a woman!” &nbsp;</strong> <strong></strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 21:19:28</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Listening<br><br>Jennings jumped back in her chair at his exclamiation biting her lip. <strong>"Yes....You did hire me personally Mi'lord...I thought you realized??"</strong> She was confused, or maybe it was him yes in his state nothing else seemed to be conecting. When he talked about the gardener she just smiled and shrugged. <strong>"Old Man Jenkins....Yes I can see where you would be confused sir."</strong> &nbsp;She tried to make light of the fact that he had just noticed her. <br><br>Jennings listened biting her lip and sucking on it in thought. It was a bad habit she picked up while trying to break the beastly horses. <strong>"Well if you really want my opinion sir, I would try not to think about it all right now, it clearly is to fresh and you are very upset."</strong> Pausing she tried to picture the Lady with another woman and shook her head, who would ever want to cheat on their husband especially if it was a love match?....Opening her mouth to speak, Jennings closed it again and took a breath, before trying again. <br><br><strong>"I do not find you wrong at all, you are perfectly right in your thinking, although I am not sure her bedding another man is any better either sir." </strong> &nbsp;Jennings poured herself another drink, at the rate this conversation was going she needed it. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 04:06:02</strong>
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				<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> About 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking<br><hr><br>Hank sat there thinking about his words and Jennings' reply. <strong>“It's true of course, but at least I could feel inferior to a man, how do you explain losing your loved one to another woman, or to have them desire..I can't even say it..I should have her sent away to a nunnery? Is that what I should do, surely they would perhaps be able to help her to see the sin that is in her.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Hank sighed as he took a drink from his cup. <strong>“Or I should find another woman so that she knows how I feel..she tells me how Lord Greymore used to hurt her so with his attempts with his help, but then this, am I wrong to think that as an option. I love her, I have since I first saw her, it never had anything to do with who she was, I was a mere footman after all – I am so lost.”</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 06:12:18</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Consoling <br><br>Jennings was at a loss, how could she console this man? he was so haunted by what his wife did, and Jennings was so new to all this. Taking a deep breath she leaned in and gripped his face, turning him total towards her so he had to look at her. <strong>"No one should make you feel inferior, man, female, horse.....I can't say or even try to explain what you are going through, I am maybe the worst person ever to give love advice sir.....The only contact I get is with the animals, and frankly they are better mannered."</strong> She paused and dropped her hands folding them on her lap. <strong>" I am sure putting her in a nunnery would help her for a little bit sire, but once she is back out with you then what? I am sorry sir but I am horrible at this really....."</strong>She took a breath seating back in her chair, she hadn't realized how close to him she really was. <br><br>Listening to him she shrugged slightly.<strong> "That is your prerogative milord, I am sure it would not be difficult for you to find one, I don't find anything a wrong option if it makes you feel better, of course there are wrong ways to go about things, but never options. I see that you are lost.....I am just afraid I am not making it better."</strong> She bit her lip and turned to the table pouring herself another drink and slamming it back, feeling the burning in her throat was almost a comfort. This was turning into quite the afternoon.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 16:07:33</strong>
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				<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>“Oh you have done very well.”</strong> Hank replied as he tried to smile, but failed slightly in actually doing it. <strong>“I would like to ask you a question, and it has no bearing on your employment here, you are quite skilled in your labors and I would be a fool to let you go or to lose you to another master, especially Lord Henshaw or the likes.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Hank turned a little the feel of Jennings' hands still on his face. <strong>“If I were to ask you, well if I were a horse, what would you do? I know this is not a situation that a horse might find themselves in, but if it were and I were, what would you do to make that horse feel better? A good rub down or perhaps a good hard ride? Or just take it out to the pasture and end it's life?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 16:24:55</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Little After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Comparing a Man to a Horse<br><br>Jennings nodded her head scooting forward in her chair, her booted ankles crossed under her chair. <strong>"Of course sir, I shall try to answer as honestly as I can."</strong> She tilted her head, her hair still windblown and wild falling about her face and eyes. <br><br>Jennings smiled finally in a territory she knew well. <strong>"Well sir it would depend on the situation, if it was a small scare or irritation I would rub them with my fingers, starting at the neck working in small slow circles, gradually growing bigger as I worked down their flanks, each front leg, sides, and back legs, usually singing to them. If by chance they are like you, I would give them a long hard ride, giving them their head and just letting them go free until they have lathered themselves and can be calm, then I would brush them and finger rub them to make sure they stay calm and easy."</strong> Her voice was soft, lyrical even as she spoke lovingly about the horses. <strong>"I would never end the Animal's life, until I have exhausted every other opportunity first." </strong><br><br>Biting her lip she turned eyes to him. <strong>"Do you need a hard ride sir?"</strong> She asked, speaking about horses of course, but no one could ignore the innuendo.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 17:59:38</strong>
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				<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> Talking<br><hr><br><strong>“Oh the harder the better I fear.”</strong> Hank laughed, finally laughed as he looked at Jennings then moved to stand up. <strong>“I shall go to a house of ill repute, that is what I shall do, surely that will teach the Duchess that she was wrong and I will feel better afterward, she was my first and I had hoped my only, but being as I do not get that same courtesy, then why should she?”</strong><br><br>Hank looked at Jennings a little as he thought for a moment. <strong>“If only I were a horse..would be an honor to be ridden hard by a beauty such as yourself, dear Jennings.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 20:41:42</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking the Lord Out of a Bad Idea<br><br>Jennings's shook her head confused, she was talking about riding as in horses...What was he talking of...It wasn't until this next statement that it dawned on her. Jennings jumped out of her and placed a hand on his shoulder keeping him from standing. <strong>"No sir I fear that is the worst idea....Though you are in the right by wanting to seek revenge on your wife in that manner, I just don't believe it is the right course of action." </strong> &nbsp;She was rambling, probably not making any sense, but she needed to keep him here, he was still upset, had been drinking now, and he may turn violent, though Jennings had never witnessed that before out of her employer, but it would happen she had seen it from her father. <strong>"You are to upset, to rash, there has to be something else to help you calm, something less dentermental to your health." &nbsp;</strong> She was speaking of course about the girls that worked at those types of places, one never could tell if they were truly healthy or not. <br><br>When he looked at her, she felt her insides clench, her stomach knoted, causing her breath to catch. He truly was a beautiful man, in her room no less. Slowly sliding her hand off his shoulder she stepped back a little, feeling the heat off his body from being so close. <strong>"Sir?"</strong> She asked not sure what he meant...She didn't grow up around boys except for her father, the only thing she knew was animals, sex and innuendo's were lost on her most of the time, so his comment confused her, yet something deep inside livened and stirred warming her blood. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 20:52:33</strong>
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				<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!” &nbsp;</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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 21:21:49</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Calming a Drunkin Lord<br><br>Jennings rolled her eyes at his madness, in fact she quite ignored him as he ranted and raved about whatever it was he ranted. Instead she walked behind him her fingers finding the tense muscles of his neck and she started to massage, slow tight circles. As she did that her voice rose clear and melodic in song. <br><br><strong>"By a bank as I lay<br>Myself alone did muse, Hey ho!<br>A bird's sweet voice did me rejoice<br>She sang before the day.<br>Methought full well I wot her lay,<br>She said, The Winter's past, Hey ho!<br>Down, derry down,<br>Down derry, down derry,<br>Down, derry down, derry down,<br>Derry down, down!"</strong><br><br>Once the verse ended she shifted to his shoulders, her fingers making wider circles, as the pressure increased, her voice continued onto the next verse without pause.<br><br><strong>"Master of Spring's sweet music,<br>The lusty nightingale, Hey ho!<br>Full merrily and secretly<br>She singeth in the thicke;<br>Within her breast a thorn doth prick<br>To keep her off from sleep, Hey ho!<br>Down, derry down,<br>Down derry, down derry,<br>Down, derry down, derry down,<br>Derry down, down!"</strong><br><br>Her finger's moved to his back wider circles than before and harder pressure with each shift of her hands.<br><br><strong>"Waken therefore, young men,<br>All ye that lovers be, Hey ho!<br>This month of May, so fresh, so gay,<br>So fair by field and fen,<br>Hath flower'd o'er each leafy den;<br>Great joy it is to see; Hey ho!<br>Down, derry down,<br>Down derry, down derry,<br>Down, derry down, derry down,<br>Derry down, down!"</strong><br><br>When she ended she was bent her head over his shoulder and her hands on his lower back just above his buttocks. She ended her song letting it linger in the air between them as she slowly stood and sliding her hands back up his back and shoulders. <strong>"There now..."</strong> She spoke softly tilting her head towards his and looking at him from over his shoulder. His smell filling her nose and making her heart hammer against her rib cage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 21:31:27</strong>
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				<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.” &nbsp;</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..” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 21:52:32</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Past 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about riding<br><br>Jennings moved back around him, watching him carefully, she was most certainly on the verge of drunkenness and it was partially her fault. Brightside though he seemed calmer at least. <strong>"My mother taught me, one of the few things I owe her I guess." &nbsp;</strong> She shrugged more concerned for him rather than her singing talents. <br><br>She laughed and reached out caressing his cheek, her fingers brushing through the slight stuble of his cheek and jaw. <strong>"Depends on the horse my lord...."</strong> Her words seemed to fail her as she looked at him straight on, her eyes perusing his face, the curve of his lips, the strength of his jaw. Shivering she started to pull her hand away, she was being very inappropriate. This was a married man, a married man far above her station, and her employer. He shouldn't even be in her room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 23:06:49</strong>
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				<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 looked at Jennings, his smiled shifting some as he picked up his cup from the table. <strong>“You can call me Hank. I am not feeling very his lordship at the moment.”</strong><br><br>He stood up finally, he had been stopped before, but he wanted to stretch his legs, what he didn't count on was the erection that was very apparent as he stood up, either the talk had aroused him unknowingly&nbsp; or it was something else, but he was clearly conpromised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 23:47:22</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>when:</strong> After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about riding<br><br>She leaned back and watched him as he picked up the glass again, biting her lips she narrowed her eyes.<strong> "No...No I couldn't...It...."</strong>She stuttered, it just felt wrong, <strong>"It just wouldn't be right sir."</strong> She shook her head and watched him, her eyes clear and innocent. <br><br>Jennings followed him with her eyes, watched him stand, and inhaled sharply at the sight of his erection. Standing also she moved a little Her eyes hesitantly scanning his body, starting at his feet and over his thighs, the bulge so prominent in his hands, up his chest and neck, lingering at his lips as thoughts of what they would feel like pressed against hers filled her mind, then finally to his eyes. He looked so much calmer. <strong>"Ho....How are you feeling?" </strong>She asked her voice was more of a whisper. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 02:07:58</strong>
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				<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>Hank stretched as he raised his arms the art only his situation more pronounce. <strong>“Oh I feel wonderful..best I have felt in ages. And I have you to thank for it Jennings.”</strong> He smiled as he pulled the young woman into a hug.<br><br>Two things had to be suddenly evident as Hank hugged Jennings, he was no longer feeling any pain, the drink had helped and he had no idea of his present predicament. <strong>“Are you sticking me with a club?”</strong> He asked as he hugged the woman a little tighter. His mind was racing, racing so fast that had he been aware of his current situation, surely he would have been red in the face.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 05:20:52</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart <br><strong>When:</strong> After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about a Ride<br><br><br>Jennings had the mindset to keep her eyes on his face as he stretched, this was turning into much more than a simple therapy session. Gasping as the pull into his arms surprised her she just shook her head, her hands pressed between them on his chest.<strong> "I did nothing I wouldn't have done for a horse, my lord." </strong>She whispered it, she was pulled so close her lips almost touched his ear. <br><br><br>As he hugged her tighter she noticed two things, one she noticed his erection pressing into her, the hard flesh throbbing warm against her clothed form, making her feel like she was not clothed at all. Second she found she liked being in his arms. Laughing she shook her head pulling back slightly so she could look at him. <strong>"That sir would be you sticking me."</strong> She lowered her eyes and looked between them at his member. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 05:45:39</strong>
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				<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>Hank looked down between he and Jennings. <strong>“Oh so it is.”</strong> He actually blushed slightly, but other than that didn't seem at all bothered by it. <strong>“If I were a horse what would be done to remedy this ailment?”</strong> <br><strong><br>“Perhaps I need more to drink?” &nbsp;</strong> He thought, though he laughed as he said it, then looked into Jennings eyes. <strong>“You have beautiful eyes..very much as they should be, attached to your face as they are and such..”</strong> He leaned in closer. <strong>“They are so blue—I do not believe I have ever seen eyes quite so blue before.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>He stared into Jennings' eyes for a moment as he felt his <em>ailment</em> growing harder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 06:06:39</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Learning<br><br><br><br>At least he had the decency to blush, of course Jennings's cheeks were stained a pink color bringing a glow to her otherwise pale skin. Raising her eyes back to his she inhaled sharply licking her lips. <strong>"I hardly know sir, If you were a horse I would probably take you to the meadow and ride you." </strong>She was only being honest and for that she didn't realize until to late how inappropriate that actually sounded.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking her head she gripped the front of his shirt tightly keeping him close. She was saved from answering by his laugh and his rapid change of subject, which then settled to her eyes. <strong>"Yes." </strong>she spoke watching him lean closer her heart beating rapidly as she felt the shortness of breath. <strong>"Like the sea." </strong>She commented, this was a dream it had to be, things like this didn't happen to a stable hand, much less one as invisible as she.<br><br>She felt the evidence of reality hardening between them and she inhaled, her lips parting slightly from the intake of breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 06:21:31</strong>
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				<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.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 08:18:52</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:/b] Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> After 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> A Lesson in Riding<br><br><br>The kiss caught Jennings by surprise, her eyes widened before slowly closing, her hands fisting in his coat instinctively pulled him closer, her body flamed with heat as it was pressed against all eight hard inches of Henry Stuart. She gasped as he deepened the kiss, causing her lips to part slightly. <br><br>When he pulled away to speak she was breathless, her hands loosened on his shirt and she licked at her lips, feeling them tingle. <strong>"Well your not a horse.....So the meadow seems irrelevant...doesn't it...."</strong> She asked leaving it open, her voice soft, her breath coming in heavy. Smiling she nodded her head. <strong>"Alright Hank."</strong> She tested the name on her tongue, liked how it felt, liked how her felt.&nbsp; <br></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 03:41:22</strong>
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				<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> About half past three<br><strong>What:</strong> In the mood to ride<br><hr><br>Hank stood there quietly for a moment as he looked at Jennings, finally moving to the bed in the room. The fact that he had been drinking made it a little easier to do what came next as he proceeded to remove his boots, then his pants, in full view of Jennings.<br><br>The shirt came next as he laid down on the bed, still fully erect and now nude as he let out a low laugh, the whiskey still evident in his choices, he said nothing though as he looked at the girl to see her response to his actions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 04:13:48</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past 3<br><strong>What:</strong> Getting a Lesson<br><br>Jennings watched him, her eyes wide as the first article of clothing fell from his body, breathing in deeply she wanted to tell him to stop, but her mouth betrayed her and her eyes took in the nakedness as it was revealed to her. <br><br>She swallowed hard, slowly stepping around the table to the bed her eyes looking at each inch of his flesh, from toes to head. He was a beautiful man, but this was wrong, and yet instead of saying so she ventured closer, hands trembling at her sides. <br><br><strong>"Sir...Hank.....Is this really what you want?"</strong> She asked quietly not sure she wanted to hear the answer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 04:23:54</strong>
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				<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> About half past three<br><strong>What:</strong> In the mood to ride<br><hr><br><strong>“I want you to ride me..make me feel better.”</strong> Hank said as he looked at Jennings. <strong>“Do I repulse you? Your employment is not in jeopardy if you refuse..just you are here and I am here, I know a place I can go to if you do not wish it, there is a girl there that comes highly recommended I heard Henshaw's man Cromwell talking abut her.”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 04:32:45</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>with:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> About Half Past Three<br><strong>What:</strong> Learning a Lesson<br><br>Jennings stepped back, her back hitting the chair behind her and skidding loudly on the floor. She was terrified, how could she admit to not knowing how....Not knowing what to do. Taking a breath she closed her eyes and on exhale spoke. <strong>"I am sorry...I have never ridden a man before....I don't know how....I still have my maiden head sir." </strong>She bowed her head not wanting to look at him, her cheeks flared pink to her neck, the color disappearing beneath her shirt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 04:43:07</strong>
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				<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> About half past three<br><strong>What:</strong> The mood sets.<br><hr><br><strong>“Oh.”</strong> Hank replied as he sat up, it was now clear that he had misread something about their time at the table, or the drinking and his emotions had gotten the better of him, which was possible.<br><br>He moved to quickly grab his pants, slipping them on, which wasn't easy, they came off much easier than they went on, but he managed, next came his boots.<br><br><strong>“I will leave you, I fear I have embarrassed you and that was not my intent.”</strong> Now Hank felt awkward. Hank grabbed his shirt, slipping it on. “My apologies to you dear lady.” &nbsp;<strong></strong>He tried to smile, but even in his current state wasn't going to deflower a virgin, no matter how cute.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 04:54:26</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Three<br><strong>What:</strong> Failing the Lesson<br><br>Jennings watched confused as she sat up and started to put his clothes back on, she wondered if it was her that did something wrong, which was possible her people skills were hardly up to par with the lady of the house, or even with most of the servants. <br><br>She stepped closer as her put on his boots and shirt and boots and went to sit next to him on the bed, placing her hand on his arm to stay him. He was rambling and although she knew he was trying to play the gentleman, even she felt they were way past that.<br><br><strong>"I am not a lady, I am a stable hand, and you have not embarrassed me Hank....."</strong>she spoke soft and low her free hand taking his chin and turning his head to hers her eyes looking at his. <strong>"What if I don't want you to go?"</strong> she asked, they were so close his heat radiating off and into her, her hand holding his chin slid down to his neck. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 05:05:16</strong>
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				<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> About half past three<br><strong>What:</strong> The mood sets.<br><hr><br><strong>“Oh you are more a Lady than you might think.”</strong> Hank said lightly as he moved to the door. <strong>“I have to get to a meeting, perhaps I will walk to the Inn, it's not close, but perhaps it will do me well.”</strong><br><br>Hank moved to grab the rest of his clothes as he looked back to Jennings. <strong>“Save it for love, that's my advice to you. I did and it was the best thing I ever did.”</strong> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 05:19:37</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Jennings<br><strong>Where:</strong> Jennings's Bedroom<br><strong>With:</strong> Henry Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Three<br><strong>What:</strong> Saddling a Horse<br><br>Standing she moved over to him and shook her head. <strong>"Don't be silly, I will saddle your horse for you, it won't take more than a minute and besides the roads are not safe for you on foot anymore."</strong>she spoke because he was a Duke now and looked like one. Easy pickings for robbers and such. <br><br>Walking past him she looked over her shoulder. His last comment almost made her laugh, he had waited for love yet look what that love brought him..he was surely riding off to a brothel now after failing with her. Some notion love was.&nbsp; <strong>"Might as well have relations with a horse than, for the animals are my only contact sir." </strong>She walked into the tacked room, a small space filled with saddles, bits, and reins. Jennings wasn't one that carried around the notion of love, it hurt to much and in her current employment she would be waiting a long time. <br><br>She stayed in the tack room for a minute longer almost hoping he would follow her. The memory of his lips on hers lingered and the feeling still tingled on her flesh, if only he would kiss her again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Grounds of Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 00:10:53</strong>
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				<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> Half past 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Heading to the Inn<br><hr><br>Hank was already out the door as Jennings went to saddle his horse, he had sent an empty coach ahead to give the impression that he wasn't there, so no one would suspect anything, and if his coach made it the distance to the Inn without trouble, Hank was well liked by all in the area, for his generosity, then sure even if recognized, he would not be harmed.<br><br>Jennings was still talking as he slipped out the side door, obviously sure that he was in the room or close beside her, but by the time she noticed he would be to the road and on his way, he looked back to the manor house as he thought about the turns his life had taken, he even thought about going in to talk to Vivienne, his miel, but he didn't. No he had said what he needed to say and he had done what he needed to do. His actions might not have been necessary to take with her there, but perhaps it would be enough for her to know that what she desired from Lady Katherine was wrong and if she didn't see it now, then only some time in the Tower of London could maybe bring it to light, he dreaded the thought of it, but if he had to imprison his wife to show her that her interest in another woman could never be, then that is what he would do, least now he had the power to do it, though he admitted to himself that it would truly end all the happiness in his heart to have it come to such an end.<br><br>(continued on the road thread) 
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