Martin sat behind the desk looked at me and said - Well Paul, I know you try but you're not made for this, mathematics is not for you - but Mr. Martin... and what does it mean? - I do not know if I can let you go without amendments was strange as he spoke - and if nothing can be done? I asked curiously as he looked at me with a strange look he got up from his desk and locked the door and sat down at his desk Rancia - hmm maybe it would be able to consider at this point walked away from the desk. ‘Sky’s blue, forecast is good, it should take us about four hours. No need to dress for arctic conditions.’ Dave’s research, the night before, had been to ask a guy in the chip shop, who looked like an outdoor type, how long it would take to ‘do Ben Nevis’ The guy had replied ‘About four hours, up the path.’ and that had been that. Dave assumed the time given was for the round trip, and the guy he’d asked, had assumed he wanted the time to the top. Most mountain emergencies start with tiny. Sarah looked back to Mr. Wheeler, his face was caring but firm. She could not disappoint him. Leaning forward, she took his finger into her mouth. She sucked, tasting herself, and licked around the digit, trying to show off despite her inexperience. Mr. Wheeler removed his finger and smiled at her. “Good girl,” he said and Sarah melted. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes but he did not kiss her. She heard footsteps and she opened her eyes and took a step back. Mrs. Wheeler came into. The atmosphere was quiet and relaxed but Maiko kept her vigilance none-the-less. She never let her guard down and that went doubly true for a place like this.“The service in this place sucks! Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?” Isami called to the “staff-only” door behind the bar. The door burst open and voice erupted form the opening, “I’ll show you some service! Where are…” The voice stopped as the lady strode out behind the bar scanning for trouble and saw Isami standing there.