' I refused.'Don't be a dope, I know you're stomach is going to rumble all the way home and I don't need it.''Aww, you're the best.' I squeezed her le....'My sister never gave me her food.' Dad pouted.Keira and I shared a look, if only they knew what else we gave each other.We made it back before dark and sat round our usual camp fire. We didn't drink this time, we were starting to think the other campers believed we were some sort of alcoholics. Not that we gave a shit, but Keira wanted to get. She was about to laugh when Will interrupted her thoughts. ‘May I come in? It is still snowing out here.’ ‘Yes! I’m sorry, come in.’ She opened the door the rest of the way, allowing him to stamp his feet and enter her home. ‘Was Sam in a hurry?’ ‘Yes, she had more brownies in the oven.’ ‘Ah, that explains a couple things,’ Violet said, smiling at the plate. ‘Oh, yes, these are for you.’ ‘Thanks, I’ll just put them in the kitchen and then we can leave.’ ‘Leave?’ Will asked as she walked into. Perhaps there was a way of getting into the pipes and maybe they really did come out by the river. It would be a possible way out.He tugged on each of the grates in turn and not one of them would budge an inch, so he tried turning and pushing on them before spotting the six enormous rusty bolts around the edges, securing them to the pipes."Shit!" he spat and leant against the wall.Staring at the top, he once again considered the idea of climbing out. The bolts from the maintenance ladder. The team at London was already established. It was a mix of ethnicities and as you would expect there were some Indians.There was one girl from Kerala her name was Shruthi. She was in her mid-twenties and was taking care of the marketing department for the London office. She was gorgeous, well dressed, dusky in complexion around 5’6 height. She carried herself very well and had something to her which made her attractive.In my first week, I started to have coffee chat with everyone and didn’t.