<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>CockRobin<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsor's former rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne, Cromwell, Nick, Frankie<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past four<br/><hr/><br/>“That's not up to me.”  Robin leaned over Vivienne as he finally picked up his pace. “You're close aren't ya?” He smiled as he whispered in her ear. “Just let yourself enough me and we could do this whenever you want..”<br/><br/>Robin watched as Cromwell slipped his clothes on, he was talking to the other two, who were still in their clothes, though they were looking at Vivienne, but clearly talking about more than here. Frankie was the first to leave, back through the panel though it was hidden from their view.