<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Robin Thatcher<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsor's former rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne, Cromwell<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past four<br/><strong>What:</strong>a thought<br/><hr/><br/>Robin picked up his pace, as he heard Vivienne's words, he wasn't going to let this woman's body suffer for the rest if he could help it. He grabbed her hips as he worked in and out of her as he had, the pace was a slight harsher than it had been, but only so that the effect would be powerful when it hit.<br/><br/>“This room his full of passages where Cromwell watches..” He said as his voice grew husky. He was pacing his release again so he could contain it. “This is not a safe room, but I need to speak to you and if you can arrange---it the master of this house.” His voice was barely a whisper as he leaned over Vivienne. “Robert Thatcher, Scotland Yard.” He said as he introduced himself.<br/><br/>