<br/><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/>Vic sat there it was oddly comfortable, just sitting there, he had spent so much time trying to get Vivienne into his bed, that he had missed anything that had developed while he was grabbing her behind or making suggestive comments.<br/><br/>“Well he's not expected back now I would imagine.” Vic wasn't exactly sure if he was ready for her to shoot him down again and he understood she wasn't in the mood for it, but he was always thinking about her, if he was honest with himself as well. “I'll even lock the door..”  He laughed, least he could laugh.<br/><br/>