The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)
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				Title: <strong>The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 21:45:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3192380370_3376c99a21.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Rooms of Lord Victor Henshaw, they consist of a sitting room, small dining room, bedroom and a small library where he conducts business.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:00:18</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw study<br><strong>With:</strong> open<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pn<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for the coming party<br><hr><br>Vic had removed his over coat and hat, tossing them over the chair as he stepped into his study. He had seem Lady Windsor's carriage pass him on the road, but thought little of it, she was known to come and go as she pleased and in truth while he liked the woman, she was competition for what he truly wanted, why it was so he didn't really know and he had tried very hard to be a gentleman, but it was only in his nature to a point.<br><br>He saw a piece of paper on his desk, lifting it, Vic read it only to toss it in the fire nearby.<br><br><strong>“I guess it's a good thing that <em>The Hedges</em> is ready.”</strong> He sighed as he moved to his desk and sat down.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:08:19</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>Vivienne had just been sitting in Katherine's former sitting room, she had finished both glasses of scotch that they'd been drinking before everything had happened.&nbsp; She couldn't sit there anymore, she had heard someone come into the house, it was a big house but she had grown accustomed to the different sounds.<br><br>Vivienne knew that it was probably Victor so she made her way to his rooms leisurely. She knocked at the door and waited for an answer. She didn't like just barging in, something her husband obviously didn't share.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:15:59</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw study<br><strong>With:</strong> open<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pn<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for the coming party<br><hr><br><strong>“I'm busy Cromwell!”</strong> Vic said rather loudly as he looked over his contacts. <strong>“I will talk to you later.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Vic was able to find a supplier for the cocaine, there was a pimp in London that was more than capable of helping them. He would send Cromwell in the morning, the things that he thought to be the easiest to find, suddenly where the more difficult.<br><br><strong>“Finally..”</strong> He said as he found what he was looking for, writing a brief note. Cromwell could take that as well when he ventured to London the following day. He could hear that someone was still outside his door. <br><strong><br>“Maggie? If it's you..I told you to take the day off.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:21:05</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>"It's Vivienne. Can I come in?" She waited outside the door patiently, still almost furious that her best friend had been sent away. When he told her to come in, she smiled at him softly but it was obvious that she was in a bit of a mood.<br><br>"Did you pass Katherine's carriage on your way back? Henry sent her away." The trace of a pout lingered on her lips but it was a mix of a sad and mad kind of pout.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:27:13</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw study<br><strong>With:</strong> open<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pn<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for the coming party<br><hr><br><strong>“Of course you can come in. You know you are always welcome Annie.”</strong> Vic was the only one outside of her father that called her that. <strong>“I passed her I just assumed that she was off to visit someone, she is unpredictable in her ways.”</strong><br><br>Vic leaned back in his chair after placing what he was working on his his center drawer. <strong>“You say he sent her away. Well I suppose it is only a matter of time for the both of us really. You have both been quite hospitable to two people that likely have taken it for granted..welcomes can be worn out I suppose.”</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:43:46</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>Vivienne smiled as he called her Annie, he was the only person she liked that called her that. She took a seat in a chair in front of his desk. "That's not exactly it. He caught us in a bit of a compromising position. Oh, there was one thing. He thought something had been going on for a while, you wouldn't know why he'd think that...would you?" <br><br>She didn't really suspect him but she didn't know what to think. Vivienne did know that she detested Cromwell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:51:17</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw study<br><strong>With:</strong> open<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pn<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for the coming party<br><hr><br><strong>“I have learned to keep my speculations to myself Annie, but I would imagine one too many afternoon teas.”</strong> He said as he watched the woman. For the first time since perhaps he had met her, not wanting to make her forget she even knew Henry Stuart, let alone married the man. He was only the man he was because of Victor and his family, but primarily Victor.<br><br><strong>“Compromising you say?” &nbsp;</strong> He did raise an eyebrow to that. <strong>“Well I guess better her than me. I rather like my body in one piece.”</strong> Vic never thought Hank a violent man, but the love of a woman has cause lesser things to happen.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 17:01:43</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>Her eyes fell upon the five finger-shaped bruises that were beginning to form on her arm. Henry had never done anything that would have caused even the smallest blemish on her skin even when she'd wanted him to. "He was going to force himself on Katie as both our punishment but he changed his mind and just made her leave."<br><br>Vivienne wasn't used to being angry, she was usually a happy person. Anger and sadness weren't her favorite emotions and now she was feeling both of them. Sad when she thought of Katherine and angry when she thought of what her husband had done. Yes, she had been wrong to have even been in that position but he hadn't had to send his wife's only friend away. Still, it was better than the thought of Katie in jail or locked up in the Tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 17:14:42</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br><strong>“Well I do admit that is something I wouldn't expect of him either, but it is in his right to do it, his kindness was that he didn't include the authorities.”</strong> Victor was being honest in the view of things, his family was known for their parties, but they were also known for their discretion, most of them where anyway.<br><br><strong>“Personally for Lady Katherine it was best to just send her on her way and be done with it, she is a noble woman, and despite her natures, such an act likely would have broken her in a way that only a convent could have repaired. She is a strong woman,&nbsp; but her family has tried for years to warn her of her—well let's just say this isn't the first time that a Lord has kicked her out of a wife's bed. She has quite a reputation for it actually, that it took so long was all on your part I would have to say.”</strong> <br><br>Vic had known Katherine Windsor a long time, Vivienne might have actually managed to befriend her, it was possible, but he suspected she was just the most recent in her conquests.<strong> “Did she say anything before she left?”</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 18:05:37</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>Vivienne wouldn't let herself believe what he was saying about Katherine, they had been friends and she knew the woman could be manipulative but it couldn't have all been an act just to get her into bed. <br><br>"Yes, I was happy that he gave her the chance to avoid jail and I am glad that he didn't force himself on her. The last thing I would want is for her to be hurt like that. That's just it though. It didn't go past kissing, I couldn't do it so I stopped." Vivienne blushed a bit.<br><br>"Henry wouldn't let her say anything. She wanted to say something to me but she didn't have the chance. I am going to miss her. It was truly just a friendship without anything happening until today."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 18:21:55</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br>Vic allowed the words to sink in, he was already running ideas in his head, but he had so many thoughts running in his head that these did not sit above others.<br><br><strong>“Is it possible.”</strong> Vic wanted to choose his words wisely. <strong>“Is it possible she allowed you to stop. I mean you stopped because it wasn't right and you knew it, but Katherine is a very strong willed woman, I suspect if she didn't have plans to have you, she would have forced you, but by playing it as she did, it left you open to return to her.”</strong><br><br>Vic stood up, moving to one of the bookcases in the room, then returned to his desk. <strong>“It was right that he refused her to speak, she would have likely tried to get you to go with her, she loves nothing better than to get the wife to leave the husband.”</strong><br><br>He stopped a moment as he opened the book he had taken, then looked at Vivienne. <strong>“She did the same thing to my mother..they had teas with these little sandwiches, very proper, then one day father found them in bed. Now my mother and father enjoy both sexes so it didn't end as it did for you today, but when it did end, their talks had turned from tea to laying in bed <em>talking</em>.”</strong> Vic had quoted the words talking. <strong>“They are still friends, one of the reasons she was at the party last year and why I placed you beside her, though I thought you safe considering your past in France.”</strong> <br><br>Vic suddenly found himself looking at Vivienne's open dress, slightly open dress. <strong>“I can't believe I am going to ask this, but could you close up your dress, it's rather distracting, in a good way, but distracting.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 18:43:55</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>Vivienne hadn't thought about this and she honestly did not want to think about it anymore, she was getting a headache. "Katherine was trying to convince me to sleep with you actually." She lowered her voice a little as she said this. <br><br>She didn't respond to his words about what had happened between his mother and Katie. "Why did you think that I would be safe because of what happened to me in France?" Vivienne wasn't sure how that would have made her unappealing to Katherine. "Don't answer that right now, I don't want to talk or think about it presently."<br><br>Vivienne felt his eyes on her chest and she glanced down as he asked her to close her dress. She had forgotten some buttons in her rush to go after Henry. Her hands worked at buttoning them up, she didn't realize that in doing so she accidentally gave Victor a glimpse of more.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 18:55:31</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br>Vic laughed. <strong>“Well she is a smart woman.”</strong> He leaned back in his chair as he watched Vivienne play with the buttons, she was closing the dress up, but having a heck of a time doing it.<br><br><strong>“It was just a thought in the rush of the situation at the time, she is a family friend after all.”</strong> Vic said as he tried to suppress his gaze on Vivienne. <strong>“Did she succeed in persuading you?”</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 19:31:31</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Trying to calm down<br><br>The anger was mostly gone, now Vivienne just felt frustrated and she sighed softly. She'd never wanted to leave Henry for anyone. The woman truly loved him. It was just that as soon as Katherine had kissed her, Vivienne had been a little hooked. <br><br>Vivienne was nervous because she was about to do something that she had never actively attempted before. She was taking too long with her buttons on purpose and stood up after she finished closing up her dress. She didn't want to have to go without, at least, being able to speak to Katherine. Vivienne was not in love with the woman, but she was rather infatuated.<br><br>"She came close, but now I am afraid that there's only one way I could be persuaded..." She was standing next to his desk and looking down at him. Hoping desperately that she could pull this off believably. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 19:37:59</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br>Vic pushed his chair back slightly as he looked up towards Vivienne, her blue eyes catching him. She actually had managed to make him catch his breath, not an easy task.<br><br><strong>“I see.” &nbsp;</strong> He looked away as he closed the book he had been looking at. <strong>“And what might that be?” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Vic was not a stupid man, but the change in conversation did two things, one it concerned him because in spite of his advances, he did actually like Vivienne and in a way did respect Henry, or at the least the power the man held, down deep he would always be a nicely dressed footman to Vic.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 19:48:27</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Talking to Victor<br><br>Vivienne heard Victor's breath catch in his throat and that made her smile. "You have been very close in breaking me down and you don't have to lie. I know that's what you've been working at."<br><br>She watched him close the book. "I don't want you to think this is the only reason but it will be a small part of me deciding to, if you agree to it." Vivienne took a seat on his desk as she looked at him. "Is there any way that you could possibly let Katherine stay with you? Without Henry knowing, I know...it would be a risk."
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 19:58:25</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br><strong>“Much to my amazement I have become a man of business. I fought it and fought it, the harder my father pushed me the more I fought it.”</strong> Vic said as he looked at Vivienne, placing his hands at his waist, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair.<br><br><strong>“And why would I do this? I admit I find Lady Katherine attractive, she is a beautiful woman and she is of good breeding so it would look proper and probably in her favor as well to live with a man, but I don't think you are thinking this through.”</strong> Vic twirled his thumbs.<br><br><strong>“What's in it for me? If I were to grant this, hiding things from the Duke of Albany could be dangerous and I like danger, but as I said, I like to keep my body intact.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 21:36:08</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Talking to Victor<br><br>Vivienne wasn't sure if she should be asking him to do this, but she was feeling a bit desperate. She knew she wasn't thinking this through well enough. "Well, you'd get me." It was a little foolish to think that she would be enough to make him want to risk his freedom and maybe life, but it was all she could think of.<br><br>"If I'm not thinking this through, what would you suggest?" Vivienne leaned over a little to where she could look at him closer. He really was a handsome man and she had been letting herself look at him too much over the past year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 21:45:32</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br><strong>“Well what you are suggesting, correct me if I am wrong.”</strong> Vic said as he managed to just look in Vivienne's eyes. <strong>“Is that you would like for me to house a woman that your husband I presume has banned from the property, and basically taken forcibly out of your life, but really in doing so was trying to protect you from authorities that would not care about who you are or were. Or that is likely how he sees it.”</strong> <br><br>Vic smirked slightly as he continued. <strong>“You want a place to meet with her? Or you want a place to <em>meet</em> with her.”</strong> There were two distinct differences to how he said the two words. <strong>“I am rather open minded, because of my own family I suppose, but you are willing to defy the order of your husband for a bit of snatch?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 22:04:09</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Talking to Victor<br><br>"I know it must sound terrible, Victor. I love my husband but there's something about you and Katie that I just cannot stop thinking about." She didn't want him to think that she was using him because she honestly wasn't. Vivienne just couldn't make herself admit that she wanted Victor, it was easier to admit that she wanted a woman. <br><br>"I just want somewhere to see her and talk to her." If he said no then she'd just have to deal with it but she hoped he didn't. <br><br>"I'm defying him so you can get something you want. I would probably end up coming to you anyways, as I have been thinking about it, but this would make it happen quicker." 
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 22:16:19</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br><strong>“But you have already said that I am close to breaking you, so if I wait a little while longer, I would have you anyway.”</strong> Vic was repeating her own words back to her now. <strong>“You might like to think it not true, but you are your father's daughter, Annie.”</strong> He chuckled a little as he clearly was thinking about it.<br><br><strong>“I want something else. You grant these things and I will speak with Lady Katherine on your behalf and see if she wishes to risk it herself, she may not you know.”</strong> Vic leaned forward. <br><br><strong>“I desire to be the Duke's right hand, nothing hit's his desk or schedule that I do not see. I also desire to be the father of all your children, all of them.”</strong> Vic leaned back in his chair as he looked at Vivienne. <strong>“If you agree to my terms, then you will see to it that I am allowed to stay here, even if we are found out. You will share our relationship openly, for I dare say one taste and I will be hopelessly hooked.”</strong> If Victor Henshaw was going to be taken down, he was going to go down in flames.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 22:47:43</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Talking to Victor<br><br>"How am I my father's daughter?" Vivienne didn't like hearing this and wanted to know why Victor was saying it. She didn't want to think about Katie not wanting to come back.<br><br>She was thinking over his terms and she didn't know how she could even accomplish the first, the second..there was no way that would even be possible. Henry wanted children and she wanted her children to be her husband's. <br><br>"I don't even know how I would accomplish getting him to make you his right hand man and secondly, I want my children to be Henry's. I will consider having two of your children. I will do my absolute best to assure that you can stay here, but I cannot agree to share our relationship openly. I am sorry, but that is the best I can do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 22:58:34</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br>Vic turned in his chair and opened the book he had been looking at before Vivienne succeeded in distracting him.<br><br><strong>“You are his daughter, because you think much the same way, which is expected, just as I am my father's son, though my father would be amazed in that fact I imagine.”</strong> Vic flipped a couple of pages.<br><br><strong>“It's all or nothing Annie. I am willing to speak with Katherine, but to do it, it's all or nothing. Right hand, father of all your children, all of them, and we are open to the relationship, right in his face open too.”</strong> Vic was clearly playing a hard fought game, and he knew it.<strong> "I can achieve the business with the Duke on my own, but I want your backing fully for it."</strong><br><br>He looked up from the book. <strong>“All the children will be mine because you will no longer bed your husband out of spite for what he has done to you, and we will not hide the relationship, because why hide something that would excite you more than anything else.” &nbsp;</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 23:11:19</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2pm<br>What: Talking to Victor<br><br>Vivienne didn't like being ignored and she did not like feeling forced to make a decision. "No deal." She did want Katie back in her life but this just wasn't worth all of what Victor wanted. She could find other ways of getting in touch with the woman.<br><br>"Have a nice day, Victor." She smiled at him before getting up from his desk and headed to the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 23:20:53</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Study<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> 2pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to Vivienne<br><hr><br><strong>“You as well.”</strong> Vic replied as he flipped another page on the book, though he wasn't really reading it. <strong>“You know he has sent for your father, he told you that right?”</strong> Vic wondered if Vivienne had a clue to what Henry had been doing, the meetings that he had been holding.<br><br><strong>“I imagine he will be here by the end of the month, if not sooner.”</strong> Vic closed the book, getting up to return it to the bookcase, then grabbed another. <strong>“I have a network being established, I know things.”</strong> <br><br>Vic returned to the desk, taking a seat. In truth Hank had been heading a committee to fix roads and bridges and lesser government buildings that the throne had ignored. He was actually trying to help the people, but Vic was pretty sure he didn't discuss his business. <strong>“You could always say he drove you to me, wouldn't be totally wrong under the circumstances...”</strong> He looked up from the new book. <strong>“Leave it open, I like the breeze.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 23:37:48</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Henshaw study<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: 2:45pm<br>What: Talking to Victor<br><br>His words made her stop in her tracks. "What? Why would he do that, he knows how I feel about my father. You're lying, he wouldn't do that." Vivienne couldn't let herself believe that Hank had done that without talking to him first. <br><br>She needed to be by herself, there was so much that had happened in a few short hours, Vivienne felt like she was going to lose her mind. She knew that she had promised Hank but she needed to smoke and she wasn't going outside to do it. "As I said, have a nice day. She left the door open and walked to the rooms she shared with her husband. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 00:34:32</strong>
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				<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> Lord Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> about 3pm<br><strong>What:</strong> interfering<br><hr><br>Cromwell had found and used the passages of Westinghouse almost as if he was the person that installed them. He heard most of the conversation that the two had and knew Henshaw was full of bravado for asking for so much so soon. Clearly the man knew it too, but there he sat, reading a book about something. Cromwell would investigate that later.<br><br>“Sir..might I respectfully submit that you go after her..yes..yes I heard most of it..I—I know it's my vice, but she is alone Sir.” He said as he watched Vic do nothing.<br><br>He moved closer. “You went for the mountain before you ever got to the valley below..if I may say Sir, you are smarter than that..” &nbsp;Cromwell looked at the book Henshaw was examining, but said nothing as Vic actually stood up, smiled and slapped him on the back leaving the room.<br><br>“Curious..” Cromwell said as he looked at the book Vic had been looking at as Vic rushed from the room. “Why would you be reading about the Scottish throne and how to...” He stopped as he looked at the notes stuffed inside. “Claiming the--” He looked at the open door. “Oh my!” &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 05:27:17</strong>
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				<br>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Victor's rooms<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: almost 4pm<br>What: Getting to know Victor better<br><br>Vivienne had giggled softly as Victor picked her up and kissed her again. His talk of the biggest regret he'd have from this made her feel bad. Did he love her? He must if his biggest regret would be that she wouldn't love him. "I may love someone else but you will end up with a piece of my heart." That was true, Vivienne couldn't feel as she did now and not eventually give him some of her heart. Henry had it all and always would, but Victor would have, if he didn't already, a part of her heart.<br><br>While she was thinking about this and looking up at him, he carried her to his part of the house. "I would like that, Henry will not be home likely until tomorrow night or later. He wants to be away from me as well as going to his meeting."<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 05:40:03</strong>
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				<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> Vic's rooms<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Wishing he was Henry<br><hr><br>“No more talk of him..a rule for the both of us..when we are together, like this—he does not exist.” Vic kissed Vivienne as he sat her down in his sitting room. He moved to the door and locked it, as he said he would, then returned to Vivienne.<br><br>“I think you know that I have desired you for a very long time. I have made that pretty clear I think.” His gaze drifted over Vivienne. “I am passionate as a lover..I can show you things that you only read about in France, so if you want to do anything..anything at all from what you might have heard about, or read, you only need ask.” Vic smiled as he leaned into Vivienne, grabbing her dress, ripping it open.<br><br>“Oh you ripped your dress..pity.” &nbsp;He laughed as he moved to open his collar, before moving his hands to Vivienne's hips, pulling her against his body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 06:12:02</strong>
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				<br>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Victor's rooms<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: almost 4pm<br>What: Getting to know Victor better<br><br>Vivienne listened to all that Victor said and she nodded her understanding. "I know you have, you've been hard to deny."<br><br>"What kinds of things can you show me?" She was curious about the things she'd heard about Victor Henshaw. Another playful giggle left her lips as he ripped her dress open.<br><br>"Hm, I wonder how that happened. All that time I spent buttoning it up and you go and rip it." Vivienne's words and tone were teasing. She felt him pull her against him. Her soft body pressed against his hard body. She liked the way he felt up against her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 18:12:08</strong>
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				<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> Vic's rooms<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne Stuart<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Wishing he was Henry<br><hr><br>Vic placed his hands inside the partially open dress, resting in her waist. It was the same placement as before, but now he could feel her warm flesh and it brought a rise out of him that he was unable to hide. “And yet you managed for nearly a year to do so..” There was no malice in his tone, merely a comment to her words, though he had to admit there were times he had wished that he had just forced her over his desk or into his bed, perhaps things wouldn't have gone on as they had, but she was here now and that was all that mattered to him, she was here with him.<br><br>“If I tell you, then what would be the surprise in that?” He laughed as he raised his hands, but only slightly as he pulled her closer to his chest if that was actually possible. “But you might rethink my terms when we are done.” His smile as playful, he had agreed to what he had, but his original terms would always be on the table. “As for the buttons. I have no idea..” He smiled. “But I like it.” &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 19:20:12</strong>
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				<br>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Victor's rooms<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: almost 4pm<br>What: Getting to know Victor better<br><br>"It was a hard fought battle, especially when Henry was away leaving you and I alone, besides the servants." Vivienne could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and she smiled. It was the truth, Vivienne had fought against it as long as she could but she didn't have the strength to fight it anymore. She wasn't that strong. Vivienne had found that she was becoming weak and it made her angry. She used to be strong enough to fend off people's advances but ever since that short lived weekend at the Henshaw's, her resolve had become weaker than it had been.<br><br>"Surprises can be fun. I don't want to talk anymore." Victor pulled her closer to his chest and she brought her lips to his. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 23:20:13</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy <br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Henshaw's Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Cromwell<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Agitated Visitor<br><br><br>Lilian had been standing in Lord Henshaw's sitting room for almost an hour now, and her patience was warring thin. <strong>"I Don't care if he is with the bloody queen herself, you get him out here!"</strong>She spoke sharply to Cromwell, it was almost a shout, her voice was deeper, broader, definitely not from England. She turned away from the man in disgust, honestly who forgets a business meeting. <br><br>She paced to the window, her hat already been discarded on the settee. She was in a deep shade of purple traveling gown, the high necked ivory shirt covering her chemise and corset, and a high waisted skirt banded at her waist. All this was covered by the matching purple four buttoned jacket leaving a deep v in the front to view the shirt and just covering the band of her skirt. The jacket was tailored showing off her curves, and the light from the window only enhanced the view. <br><br>Her hair was pinned up on her head in a simple coif, some arrant pieces falling to kiss her cheeks. Cheeks that were n ow tinged red with anger. She really shouldn't be here at all, her father had made her come, said something about how he needed her to butter up this man so they could get more backing for the railroad. The good news about this was that the Railroad was booming and promised to be the next big thing. Money was already pouring in and she had Henshaw's first installment with her. <br><br>If Only he would come out of his room.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:02:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/AndrewCromwell.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Andrew Cromwell<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Henshaw's sitting room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Pleading for Mercy<br><hr><br>Cromwell actually thought about groveling at the woman's feet, but chose to stay on his own instead.<br><br><strong>“It's my fault, I must have put the wrong day in his schedule, he was expecting your father tomorrow afternoon, Ma'am, but I will go and tell him that you are here..”</strong> He scurried away, then returned.<br><br><strong>“Would you care for a drink while you wait? I am sure he will only be a moment.”</strong> This was Cromwell's fault, he had sent Henshaw after Vivienne when he should have been thinking of other things, but the day have been such an unusually erotic one that he lost his head. <strong>“If you must punish anyone, please let it be me..” </strong> And he meant every word of it too. He was already scanning her form in the light of the window. <strong>“Might I suggest a riding crop and a blindfold...I mean..I will get you a drink, Ms. Carnegy.” </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:28:02</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Henshaw's Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Cromwell<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Disgusted Visitor<br><br>She nodded her assent as he scurried away like the rat he was, men like him left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Her father had one too, she had learned early to stay away from that man, he had always looked at her like she was a piece of sweet meat. Hearing him return she turned away from the window her arms crossing in front of her chest. <br><br><strong>"No I would not like a drink, in fact I would like to just give your employer his money so I can be on my way. Honestly this is ridiculous." </strong>She shouted, Lily was very flustered her cheeks brightening even more as she looked upon the man that made her skin crawl. She had seen him looking at her, how could she not have. Turning back to the window she watched her coach sitting in the driveway. <br><br><strong>"Punish? You dare try to be coy with me."</strong> She turned from the window her eyes flaming with un-shed rage, this is why men like him disgusted her, she was a lady, or at least by American standards, here in England she was crude and no better than a sailor, and even they had a higher ranking. She stalked towards him, at only 5'5 she wasn't very tall, but her voice was enough to cause intimidation. <strong>"The only use for a riding crop is to beat you until you are bleeding on this very expensive looking rug.....Now get your employer and leave me be." </strong>She said low, her voice like a hiss.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:50:17</strong>
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				<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> Lord Henshaw's sitting room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Pleading for Mercy<br><hr><br>Cromwell was so turned on that very moment that he nearly pee'd his pant in excitement <em>(not something we want to see..). </em> <strong>“Yes, Ms. Carnegy..” &nbsp;</strong> He said as he wondered if he should salute her or something. She was very commanding. She could command him right out of his pants and he'd gladly accommodate.<br><br><strong>“I will be right back..ne'r you worry..I'n I am not..then...then..it will be his Lordship..” &nbsp;</strong> He smiled but scurried away..only to return a moment later his head peaking through the door. <strong>“I look forward to the bludgeoning.”</strong> <br><br>Cromwell actually ran to Victor's bedroom, he was looking over his shoulder, wondering if the vixen would follow, she didn't.<br><br>He knocked on the door, rather loud..tried the knob, but found it locked.<br><br><strong>“Lord Henshaw!..There is an American here from America..She is sent by Judge Carnegy...the railroad man from America!”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:58:31</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Bedroom to Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne, Andrew Cromwell, Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>Vic was in the process of removing his shirt when he heard the door.<br><br><strong>“Cromwell, not now!..and were else would a bloody American be from but America you toad!”</strong> He smiled at Vivienne as he heard the man trying for the knob. <br><strong><br>“Darling..you get out of that dress and lock the door..you don't want Cromwell...well just lock the door..”</strong> He laughed as he kissed Vivienne and managed to redress in about a few seconds time to look presentable again.<br><br>He moved to the door, unlocking it as he looked at Cromwell. <strong>“What in the bloody hell is wrong with you now?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:07:59</strong>
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				<br>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Victor's rooms<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: little over 4pm<br>What: Getting to know Victor better<br><br>Vivienne sighed as Cromwell yelled out that someone was here and she grinned as Victor answered him. She would have locked the door anyways because she had never been comfortable around that man. <br><br>She kissed Victor and waited for him to leave before she undressed and locked the door. She did not want Cromwell to see her naked.<br><br>"I'll be waiting."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/AndrewCromwell.jpg)</div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Andrew Cromwell<br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Henshaw's sitting room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lilian Carnegy, Lord Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Almost 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> groveling <br><hr><br><strong>“I am sorry Lord Victor, but there is an American here from Amer..oh yeah I see what you mean now.” &nbsp;</strong> He chuckled..<br><br><strong>“Ms. Lilian Carnegy is here..though it's not the same spelling so I wager not the same family..” &nbsp;</strong> <br><strong>“CROMWELL!”</strong> Vic snapped.<br><br><strong>“Here on behalf of her father..railroad business, she's a looker if'n I do say so myself..and being a Ms..she aint married..i'n you can put in a good word for me..she's promised to whip me.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:21:08</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Bedroom to Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Vivienne, Andrew Cromwell, Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>Vic laughed. <strong>“Cromwell, I have a feeling it's not a good thing in this case, plenty of people what to whip you.”</strong> He slapped the man on the back as he stepped out of the area of the bedroom door. <br><br><strong>“Leave Lady Stuart alone..or I will whip you myself and you won't enjoy that..you privy me?”</strong><br><br>Cromwell looked at the bedroom door, then looked at Vic, winked and scurried off to the dining room.<br><br>Vic blew out a breath as he calmed himself, entering his sitting room, we was right, Cromwell was, the lady was quite attractive in a right off the farm sort of way.<br><strong><br>“Ms. Carnegy? I am very sorry for the delay, Mr Cromwell, well there is no excuse for him I am afraid. I don't believe we have ever met, but your father has spoken of you fondly. Lord Victor Henshaw.”</strong> Vic said as he bowed slightly. <strong>“Let's go to my library..”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:56:48</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy <br><strong>Where:</strong> Lord Henshaw's Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being Annoyed<br><br><br>The voice had her turning from the window and her face fell, so this was who her father was borrowing money from. Well it was a good thing she was here to give him back what he paid her further plus interest. She walked into the room to meet him and eyed his bow with a questioning glance. <strong>"Victor Henshaw?" </strong>She asked sticking out her hand in a very manly fashion.<br><br><strong>"I am Lilian Carnegy, I believe you and my father are doing business together. That does not surprise me that he speaks of me often."</strong> She spoke just wanting to get this over and done with. Her hand hovered in the space between them and she sighed. <strong>"I just hope that when he comes tomorrow eve you will not show him the same courtesy."</strong> She was in mood today, waiting for nearly an hour did that to a woman not to mention being leered at.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"If we must, please lead the way."</strong> She nodded her head grabbing her hat on the settee.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 02:06:04</strong>
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				<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> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Business<br><hr><br>Vic took Lily's hand kissing it lightly as he looked at her. There was a fire in her that he had to admit he saw that Cromwell saw in her almost immediately.<br><br>“It's more comfortable in there for business, unless you prefer to...” He stopped when we say Cromwell in the corner of his eye watching expectantly.<br><br>“I think the Library would be best.” He smiled as he lead the way to the room. He waited for Lily to enter before closing the door from Cromwell's watching eyes.<br><br>“It seems my man is taken with you..you have my apologies on that as well. I am sure there is some part of him that means well—though I have yet to find it.” Vic moved to sit down behind his desk <br><br>“Please sit down. Ms. Carnegy. What can I do for you today, as you seem to be here in place of your father?” Vic wasn't exactly minding the replacement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 02:26:37</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Little After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Business<br><br>Lilian frowned as he kissed her hand, and she slowly slid it out of his grasp. Not what she expected, but really this whole day seemed to be turning out that way.<br><br>&nbsp;Her eyes followed his to Cromwell as his sentence broke off and she almost immediately nodded just to get away from that man's stares. <br><br><strong>"The library will be fine."</strong> She said curtly following him down the hall of rooms and into his library, standing with her hands folded in front of her as she waited for the door to close.<br><br><strong>"I don't need your apologies sire, nor is that relevant to the business at hand, so if we could just begin...."</strong> She trailed off watching him move to sit behind his desk, when he offered her to sit she shook her head and declined. <br><br><strong>"Yes I am merely here as an errand to bring you the money my father owes plus interest and plus your share in the railroads worth. Which as you probably know as been making excellent progress westward."</strong> She walked quickly up to his desk, her hand in her purse pulling out an envelope almost bursting from the contents. Placing it on his desk she stood and waited. <strong>"My father will visit you tomorrow evening, to go over any new plans he has to to get your ideas on the matter of expansion."</strong> She finished and watched him, her chest rising and falling with her breaths.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 03:03:31</strong>
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				<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> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>Vic picked up the envelope and slipped it in his desk drawer with the other information he had been storing. “That's wonderful. I enjoy your father's company so it will be a pleasure to go over those things with him. My housekeeper Maggie will be here as well, so perhaps you will be able to come for dinner?”<br><br>Vic could be a very gracious host when he found it in his favor, it was one of those times. “If you will be here for a while, perhaps you would be interested in seeing my home as well, you and your father of course, as my guests of course.” He motioned about the room. “These are more temporary lodgings than anything, I intend to use them as business offices in service to His Grace, Lord Stuart.” Vic wasn't sure why he was trying to explain any of this. <br><br>“Are you sure you don't wish to sit down?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 03:25:21</strong>
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				The note was written on a scrap of paper, the hand had been practiced, but would repeat the hand of a Lady<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Vivi,<br><br>I snuck back in, Come back to me..<br><br>~Katie</em></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 03:28:16</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being Held Up<br><br>She watched him take the envelope and store it in his desk, nodding with approval, even a small smile lifted a corner of her mouth upward. <strong>"What does a housekeeper have to do with having dinner?"</strong>She asked her eyes brow raising and her lips pursing in a pout like look, waving her hand to dismiss the question she shrugged her shoulders looking around the library. <strong>"If my father is so inclined to except your offer than I can hardly decline."</strong> She looked back at him arms crossing pressing her bosom against her shirt. <br><br><strong>" I believe my father wants to stay here a couple months, business and all that you understand."</strong> When he asked her if he could maybe show her his home, she figured that this was only temporary, he further proved that assumption with his musings. <strong>"Perhaps, my father loves prospects, he probably would be delighted in touring your home."</strong>Looking around the library she nodded in approval. <strong>"Very nice collection you have here." </strong>It might have been the nicest thing she had said all day, <br><br>Turning back to him she laughed eyeing him.<strong> "The only reason for me to sit is if we still have business, are you not finished with me?"</strong> She asked, maybe she was being coy, or maybe she was just being sarcastic either way it came out more sexual than intended. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 03:46:38</strong>
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				<br>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vivienne_avi.png)<br><br>Who: Vivienne Stuart<br>Where: Victor's rooms<br>With: Victor Henshaw<br>When: after 4pm<br>What: Wondering<br><br>Vivienne saw the note being slipped under the door and she stood up to go grab it. Opening the folded piece of paper, she smiled as she read the words. She wasn't exactly sure if it was really from Katie but it looked like the woman's handwriting. Vivienne picked the only clothing she had, at the moment, up and pulled the dress back on. It was ripped open but she did her absolute best to close it back up. <br><br>She looked around for a slip of paper and found one. She wrote Victor a note and placed it on his bed. The words of the note were <em>'I have to go take care of something. I will be back. -Annie-'</em><br><br>Vivienne waited a few moments before unlocking and opening the door, she heard Victor's voice coming from his library and a woman's voice. It wasn't in her nature to eavesdrop so she made her way back to Katherine's rooms. <br><br>--&gt;to Lady Windsor's rooms&lt;--
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 03:57:23</strong>
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				<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> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>Vic sat back in his chair. “Are you in a hurry?” His question was earnest. “I like to socialize with those I am in business with and you are the daughter of someone I am in business with, thus I find it important to be social with you as well. If you have no desire to then I bid you good day and hope to see you tomorrow.” <br><br>Vic leaned forward slightly as he looked back to Lily. “It's not like I am some ruffian that is going to bend you over my desk and seal the deal as it where..unless that is an American custom..” Vic eyed the woman. "I could be persuaded to learn custom's other then our own.” &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:08:34</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Amusing Henshaw<br><br><strong>"Unfortunately I am not."</strong> She looked around the room again before turning her eyes back to his.<strong> "What is it that you would like to know sir?"</strong> She asked, why beat around the bush, Lilian believed in blunt and to the point conversations, teasing and tricking conversation was pointless. <br><br>If Lily had grown up anywhere else that would have shocked her, but her sensibilities were hardly ruffled by his comment. <strong>"Are you sure about that one sir,I would beg to differ with the people you associate with in business, my father included." </strong>She spoke shrugging, smiling at his next comment she placed her hand on his desk and leaned forward tilting her head to the side.<br><br><strong>"Many have tried that approach, none have succeeded." </strong>Straightening she did take a seat crossing her legs and leaning back into the plushness of the chair. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:29:05</strong>
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				<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> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>“I have to say that it rather pleases me that others have tried and failed.” Vic smiled as he looked at Lily. “Might I ask your name, I feel I am at a disadvantage.” He moved to rest his hands across his stomach as he leaned back.<br><br>“I would love to hear about life in America—It is true that you have natives that scalp people? Ghastly!” He said as he was actually interested to the point that he had forgotten about Vivienne waiting in his room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:43:29</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Amusing Henshaw<br><br>Lilian rolled her eyes not even bothering to comment on his pleasure at men failing to bed her. It really wasn't worth the breath she would have wasted to answer him, instead she focused on the matter of her name. <strong>"I think I prefer keeping you at a disadvantage sir."</strong> She spoke settling back in her chair in the same manner as him, her arms crossed over her chest. <br><br>She laughed at his exclamation, her laugh was throaty kinda husky. <strong>"America is definitely a different place than this, much more uncivilized. And yes the stories are true, though they stay in the west in lands not yet explored by us, but that will change with the railroad. We are hoping to make it from one coast to the other, pretty exciting." </strong>She spoke, her eyes glittered with the knowledge but she didn't get to excited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 04:55:38</strong>
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				<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> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>“Ah a woman of mystery.” Vic smiled as he stood up and poured himself a drink. “Would you care for one? I think all I have is whiskey at the moment in here, but I have scotch in the other room I believe.” He couldn't help but watch Lily as he moved a little. <br><br>“Oh we are not as civilized as he often appear. We are quite the warriors when necessary.” Vic commented idly as he waited for a yes or no about the drink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 05:12:43</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>what:</strong> Being amusing<br><br><br><strong>"Only when I have to be." </strong>She returned his smile, a rare case and it brightened her face. <strong>"Whiskey is fine thank you."</strong> She nodded her head shifting in the chair and sitting up a bit. She was never one who could just sit for long periods of time, she always had to be moving. <br><br><strong>"I am sure that is true, yet none of you have met with an Indian...Growing tough skin is in our blood."</strong> She explained watching him get the drinks. His movements were so fluid so easy. It was hard not to watch. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 05:30:57</strong>
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				<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> Sitting Room to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> Little after 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being amused<br><hr><br>Vic handed Lily her drink before retaking his seat. “Perhaps one day I will get to see one.” He said as he took a sip of his drink.<br><br>“Is there anything here in England that you would like to see while you are here? We have a wonderful and rich history, or perhaps you would enjoy France, Paris is beautiful this time of year.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 05:56:29</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being Suspicious<br><br>Taking the drink, Lily swirled the amber colored liquid, watching it paint the glass before taking a gulp. <strong>"If think you are brave enough to journey across the sea sir, I will introduce you to one myself."</strong> She smirked behind the rim of her glass as she took another sip. <br><br>She eyed him suspiciously, wondering what his game was.<strong> "I fear you might have a hidden agenda in asking me this....."</strong>she looked at him licking her lips, taste of Whiskey on her tongue. <strong>"Though I am a lover of History, and I hear the museums are wonderful."</strong> She spoke wondering what was his purpose in asking her that question. <strong>"I am not sure France is ready for me."</strong> She shrugged, her eyes bright and her lips quirked up into a teasing smile.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 19:17:29</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> enthralled<br><hr><br>“France not ready for a beautiful woman? I find that hard to believe.” Vic replied as he took a drink from his glass, but left it at that. “I am quite a brave man, I once traveled to The African Planes to hunt an elephant with a man of ill repute, but we did catch the beast.”<br><br>Vic leaned back in his chair, he found the chit chat to me intoxicating, he could tell the woman was suspicious of his words, she was smart to be, but there was something about her that—that—reminded him of talks he had with Lady Stuart when they first became acquainted. He should go back to her, but his mind waved it free, she was safely locked away and he hadn't been away that long, a few moments really.<br><br>“So how did your father come to be in the railroad business? I don't believe for all our talks, he as ever told me.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 22:06:43</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Conversing<br><br>Lilian waved her hand dismissively. <strong>"Oh no no, I am sure they have seen plenty of those..."</strong>She spoke rolling her eyes, <strong>"I meant Americans...Surely they can not be prepared for our manner, I have heard stories of how loose they are there, but even our stories could make them feel like a nunnery." </strong> &nbsp;She spoke, no mirth in her voice just a matter of fact tone. Lily didn't tease often, perhaps that was why she never married, she was more man than woman but she liked being able to read and write, have knowledge of things and even shot a gun.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I must say that is Impressive, but that doesn't necessary prove you are brave, Elephants are gentle creatures unless you threaten them." </strong> &nbsp;She spoke, again her voice was light, but her tone was mater of fact.<br><br>She sat back finishing her drink, the Whiskey burning the back of her throat as she shallowed it. She had been in this man's company for a little over 15minutes and she found that she could actually stand his company. Although his manner was engaging, she was still suspicious of him, his eyes held way more promise than just a simple chat, and she wanted to be on her guard. <br><br><strong>"Well If my father has yet to divulge that information, then I can hardly find it my place to speak of it. Not that I know to much on the subject to begin with."</strong>She spoke lifting her eyes to his, a fathomable brown color, not unpleasant.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 17:51:21</strong>
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				<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> Hanshaw Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Thinking about being brave<br><hr><br>“Clearly you have never been chased by a spooked elephant, peaceful unless they have gone mad.” Vic replied as he sat there looking at Lily for a little while. He had to admit he wondered what she would be like as a business partner. Her father was a smart man, crafty even, but there was something about his daughter that Vic couldn't put his finger on. She seemed to taunt him one moment, then push him away the next, which of course was common in talks of business, you want to know how far the other will let you get before they say enough and storm out of the room, but this, no this was different.<br><br>“What you you deem as a brave act?” He asked as he leaned back, not in any hurry to end their conversation. He just remembered though that he had to speak to Cromwell about the matter of the cocaine for the Weston's party, but that could wait until he was done with Lily.<br><br>“Perhaps we have a little test and when it is complete, you tell me if it is an act of bravery or the act of foolishness..what do you think?” &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 23:37:21</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Proving Bravery<br><br>She rolled her eyes and shifted forward, scooting her butt to the edge of the chair. <strong>"And clearly you threatened the poor beast, really now we can sit here and argue about this, but the facts are, I have never killed or attempted to kill an elephant and you or your companion have. Now whether you did something to make it charge, or it just charged on it's own is quite irrelevant to the matter."</strong> She mater-of-factually stated placing her empty glass on his desk. She was enjoying this conversation, it wasn't about shopping or lace, but actual events and accomplishments. Much more stimulating. <br><br>Titling her head Lily thought about his question, what did she deem a brave act.<strong> "Hmm...Worthy question, I would have to say and excuse the romantic ideal."</strong> She paused smoothing out the front of her skirt.<strong> "To be brave in my eyes one would have to do something so selfless that it could cost them their life to save another. An example for you would be; say if a woman you loved was being threatened by a weapon and the weapon, be it a gun, went off, you would jump in front of it no Hesitation....That is bravery."</strong> She poke, her voice lost it's edge, became almost soft and feminine, her eyes had a sparkle and her lips quirked into a smile. <br><br>Shaking her head to rid of the romantic thought, her eyes turned to him, her face a display of interest. <strong>"That sir sounds like a challenge." </strong>She licked her lips again and sat back hands, ungloved hands steepled at her chin.<strong> "Sounds intriguing, I'm listening." </strong> <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 03:45:43</strong>
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				<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> Hanshaw Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being brave<br><hr><br>Vic stood up as he took a drink from his glass. <strong>“There are all sort of bravery, depending on the situation.”</strong> He said as he moved to the front of his desk, his eyes never leaving Lily's.<br><br><strong>“To want to create a railroad in territories filled with I believe that are called Savages is a brave thing, perhaps stupid.”</strong> He said as he crossed his arms. <strong>“To want to navigate a ocean in search if gold, again can be brave, or perhaps stupid..”</strong> He stopped a moment as he looked out his door, it was curious that Cromwell hadn't made an appearance, the man was like a leach for how he stuck to information and he was clearly drawn to Lily Carnegy, or he appeared to have been.<br><br><strong>“Stand up.”</strong> He nearly commanded as he stood there, still looking at Lily.<strong> “Are you brave enough to...”</strong> He thought for a moment. <strong>“Are you brave enough to kiss me?”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 05:17:54</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Bravery....Challenge Excepted<br><br>Lilian followed his movements with her eyes, her head tilting to the side as he moved around his desk to lean against the front of it. <strong>"I never said there was, you asked me for my opinion, I only gave it to you."</strong> She pursed her lips and shook her head. <br><br><strong>"Well I wouldn't call building a railroad stupid, it is innovative, granted dangerous, I know first hand, but without it, people couldn't move west, so much that can be explored left because there is no other means other than horses. Not stupid."</strong> She mimicked him crossing her arms over her chest sitting straighter in her hair.<strong> "I suppose it can be both brave and stupid, why does it have to be either or?"</strong> She asked more to herself, though it was out loud and it was a good question, why should something be one or the other.<br><br>Her eyes narrowed at his command and she crossed her arms tighter. <strong>"You ask me nicely...I don't respond well to commands or near commands."</strong> She spoke lifting her chin slightly, no one commands her to do anything.&nbsp; At his challenge her arms dropped to her side and her lip immediately went between her teeth. Thoughts of how his lips would feel ran through her head and she blinked. <strong>"Is my test?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 05:32:51</strong>
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				<br><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> Hanshaw Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Being brave<br><hr><br><strong>“It is merely a test to determine something. If I were truly brave I would be taking you into town to find a priest.”</strong> He smiled as he lifted her from her chair. <strong>“You are stubborn and defiant and it excites me to the point that I have wondered for about the last five minutes what it would be like to bed you.”</strong> Henshaw smiled as he looked at Lily.<br><br><strong>“I respect your father, so I shall respect the boundaries, as I expect that he does not wish you to be wed to the likes of me, to life in wealth and be well cared for, when it is clear that you are a wild, yet beautiful mare.”</strong> He could only imaging the fights that they could have, damned for who his family was to create this desires in him as they had.<br><br><strong>“You excite me and I have barely known you for mere moments. I thought I was in love with the lady of this house, yet I look in your eyes and it is like I have been searching for them my entire life, explain that to me? I have been a lazy self-serving bastard and have never worked a day in my life that didn't benefit me, but I look at you in all your fiery ways and I simply desire to make you mine.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 06:34:42</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> After 4pm<br><strong>What:</strong> Challenging Bravery<br><br>She felt herself being lifted like she weighed nothing at all and turned her wide blue eyes on to his. Feeling her feet hit the ground she backed away a little, needing to put distance between her and this man sprouting nonsense.<strong> "Truly a rash decision under the circumstances, do you always rush to marry your guests?"</strong> She asked her brow furrowed and lips pursing.<strong> "Or wonder about bedding them?" </strong>She couldn't help but ask, this was all very odd and quite sudden.<br><br>&nbsp;She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. <strong>"I could not tell you what my father wishes in terms of me marrying, it has never been a topic of conversation, and truly I am not as wild as you say. I have just had a life of risk and opportunity."</strong> She was fighting with him now, but in a way that was more discussion than actual bickering. <br><br>She stared at him, her eyes widening at his exclamation, could someone fall in love so fast? She didn't think so and yet he seemed sincere. shaking her head she made a gesture with her shoulders a slight shrug and tried to speak, her lips parting before closing again. She thought of what to say, a bunch of words running through her mind and yet not one complete thought, sighing she looked away, trying to focus on anything other than him. <strong>"I can not explain, it seems like it is something too complex to even begin to unravel. As for your desire, bring it up with my father, for I can not help you." </strong>She was cheeky, tilting her head and raising her eyes to his finally.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 16:17:09</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lily Carnegy<br><strong>When:</strong> half past four<br><strong>What:</strong> proposing?<br><hr><br>Vic looked at Lily a moment as he thought about her question of marriage. <strong>“No I can't say as I do, but I do think about bedding someone on a very regular basis.”</strong> He replied rather lightheartedly, this time his mind drifted back to Vivienne, whom he was sure was having to wonder where he had gotten to.<br><br>He looked at Lily again, though the desire to kiss her, especially with her so close to him was becoming almost painful. <strong>“I do believe I shall speak with your father about the subject.”</strong> He said as he heard the footsteps he knew all too well.<br><br><strong>“Cromwell..It's about time. Our business here is done, would you be a good gent and show Miss Carnegy out and I will see her and her father tomorrow morning at The Hedges, have a carriage arranged for them.” &nbsp;</strong> <br><br>Cromwell merely nodded as he moved slightly. <strong>“Then I wish to speak with you about preparations for the Weston's party..you know that of which I speak, set that up as well, normal protocol.” &nbsp;</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 16:37:58</strong>
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				(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lilian Carnegy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Henshaw's Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Victor Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Four<br><strong>What:</strong> Getting Kicked out?<br><br>Lilian scoffed his comment not a surprise to her and she smiled her small girlish smile. <strong>"Not surprising that you do I suppose."</strong> She spoke watching his eyes drift as if he was thinking about something else, a someone perhaps?<br><br>As turned back to her, she lifted her chin, her hands clasped in front of her, purse swinging from her wrist. Her father would be happy to talk to him about marriage, he had been trying for years to get her married off. Lilian swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat at the thought and turned her attention back to him. <strong>"Excellent, I believe you and my father will have much to discuss than." </strong><br><br>Turning to Cromwell her skin crawled and she shivered in disgust, bending to get her hat she turned back to Victor and nodded her head. <strong>"Pleasure doing business with you Lord Henshaw. Until tomorrow." </strong>She bowed her head and stormed past Cromwell not waiting for the leech to follow her or not, she needed to get away from him, this house, but most of all Lord Henshaw, something about him made her blood boil, and not anger either. <br><br>Exiting the house Lily hurriedly climbed into the carriage and tapped the roof, breathing a sigh of relief. Leaning back she closed her eyes and replayed the events of the last hour and a half, she had almost agreed to kiss him.....Dear God! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Greymore's of Westinghouse (Rooms of Lord Henshaw – Westinghouse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 01:50:32</strong>
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				<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> Henshaw Library, Bedroom<br><strong>When:</strong> Half Past Four<br><strong>What:</strong> Planning<br><hr><br>Vic watched as Lily made her exit. In reality his mind was torn, on one part there was his attraction to Vivienne, Lady Stuart, and yet on the other there was the attraction that he had just discovered to the American woman that stirred some thing in him that he couldn't explain. He had loved Lady Stuart almost as he met her, there was just something about the chase that made him want her in ways that he couldn't deny, but now there she was laying nude on his bed, and here he was sitting in his office, granted he had been called away, but he was indeed torn.<br><br>He stood up as he looked about the room a little, something was different, out of place it seemed as he also took not that Cromwell was no where to be found, with in itself should have told him something was wrong.<br><br>The short trip back to his bedroom left Vic slightly confused, especially when he found his room empty short a note that Vivienne would return. A part of him was relieved to not find her there, but another part of him saddened as he realized the chase continued on.
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