Before we knew it was gone 5:30pm and nothing had been sorted for tea. We decided to go to Emma's and grab a take-away. I gave James a call and asked ...im to collect the food and meet us at hers. Emma tried to call Chris but couldn't seem to get through to him. Turned out he was on call for work and had been called to a job.once we arrived at Emma and Chris's we sat in the lounge and began to eat, in the house it has two separate sofas i noticed James sat on the one Emma was sat on (i wonder. "Getting an early start today?" he asked."The C130 landed in Bamako at 9 last night, they should soon start the second leg. I want to make sure it gets off without a hitch," I replied.If Charlie started on schedule, they should be nearly finished. Either way, I was going to call and check on progress. I left a note for the morning cook that I was in my office and what I wanted for breakfast when she started cooking.I logged into VCATS and my email. My email had several dozen messages, some with. When we got to our destination I helped Mike dock the boat and secure it. Mike seemed particularly eager to get onto land and was quickly off the boat. I got off the boat next, and held out my hand to assist Nancy off. “Thank you,” she said quietly as she took my hand and stepped off the boat. Once on land, there seemed to be a slight disagreement as to how we should proceed. Nancy wanted to walk around a bit and take in the sights while Mike wanted to go right to the restaurant. After a brief. She was a very feminine general manager. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total disdain and withering superiority. Clearly in command of this department store. It took me only seconds to appreciate that she was exactly the kind of.