<br/><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/>Cromwell had had enough of people calling him names and telling him what do do. He had had enough of people locking doors on him and trying to keep secrets from him. How was he suppose to know what was going on so he could sell the secrets to the highest bidder if people tried to hide things.<br/><br/>Vic spoke to him like he was barely human, the ladies in the house looked at him like he was going to rob them. He had watched Vivienne earlier and it gave him ideas, and the American woman had charged him to take action, it was only a matter of what that action would be, surely the french tart's father wouldn't care, he had sent him ahead any way, so what if he took his payment out on the girl, who could blame him for that?<br/><br/>The note was easy to forge, it didn't matter even if it was Windsor's hand. The test was on if the woman would stay where she belonged, which was Vic's bed, or if she would search out the other woman. The tart proved his thoughts right when she entered the room.<br/><br/>He moved in behind Vivienne as he grabbed her, his hand going over her mouth as he held her tight, his free hand moving under the open dress as he grabbed a handful of breast as he pushed the beauty towards a table in the room. She would struggle, at first, but hard to hurt a moving target.<br/><br/><strong>“You don't remember me..do you you french whore!”</strong>He snapped as he slammed Vivienne over the table, not hard but her butt was at the perfect level for his intentions.<strong>“How could you forget Andre LeFuer? How could you forget the best friend of your father?...He promised me your pussy...you little tart..now I am going to collect!”</strong><br/><br/>Cromwell ripped at her dress with his free hand, his other pinning her to the table until he could use his body against her.