<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/AndrewCromwell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Andrew Cromwell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lord Henshaw's sitting room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lilian Carnegy<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Pleading for Mercy<br/><hr/><br/>Cromwell actually thought about groveling at the woman's feet, but chose to stay on his own instead.<br/><br/><strong>“It's my fault, I must have put the wrong day in his schedule, he was expecting your father tomorrow afternoon, Ma'am, but I will go and tell him that you are here..”</strong>He scurried away, then returned.<br/><br/><strong>“Would you care for a drink while you wait? I am sure he will only be a moment.”</strong>This was Cromwell's fault, he had sent Henshaw after Vivienne when he should have been thinking of other things, but the day have been such an unusually erotic one that he lost his head.<strong>“If you must punish anyone, please let it be me..” </strong>And he meant every word of it too. He was already scanning her form in the light of the window.<strong>“Might I suggest a riding crop and a blindfold...I mean..I will get you a drink, Ms. Carnegy.” </strong>