<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Stuart Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking to Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/>“You should have..” Vic smiled as he suddenly picked Vivienne up into his arms.<br/><br/>“You know, if you desire it..you could spend the night with me and in the morning I could take you to my estate.” He kissed her again, the year of trying to even get a kiss wasting away as he felt her against him.<br/><br/>His mind raced back to the day he was in his parents house, his hand on her behind as he attempted to give her a tour. “My only regret out of this, if there is a regret to be had, is that you will never—love me.” He hoped for it to be otherwise, but no one loved Victor Henshaw, not even his own family.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(continued in Vic's quarters)</span>