<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/>“We already have.”  Cromwell snapped as he laughed. “It's only a matter of time before no one believes a word that comes out of your lips.” He smacked Vivienne's hip as he grabbed her breast with his other hand. “There is nothing like a Duchess..” He laughed some more as he pulled Vivienne's hair a bit more.<br/><br/>“Do you like this..or shall I really get rough?” He had watched Vivienne too many time in France and some with Hank, though Hank was not very inventive. He knew she wanted it fast and hard. She craved it.