<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/AndrewCromwell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Andrew Cromwell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsor's former rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Half past four<br/><strong>What:</strong>French cuisine<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“That is assuming he believes a word you say after your little romp with the, well whatever you call her.”  </strong>He snapped as he kicked Vivienne's feet apart slightly as he grabbed himself and thrust himself into her depths.<br/><br/><strong>“You deserve this you know..you are nothing more than a whore and when your father gets here in the morning..we will see to it that you are again.”</strong>He picked up his pace as he started to pound Vivienne into the table.<strong>“We planned to sell you to a man in London, but now we can get double because we can sell you for use with women too..”</strong>He laughed as he grabbed Vivienne's hips.<strong>“The Duke isn't here to stop you now, no one will care...Duchess..this is just the beginning of my plans for you.”</strong>