"Ah, you are late..." Mr Johnson exclaimed as Martine stood infront of him in the flesh. He looked her over very slowly, taking pushing his glasses up his nose to focus properly, before he gestured for her to be seated. "Please do sit down Martine, we have a lot to discuss." He glanced back down at the paperwork infront of him and then looked back at Martine. "So you were accepted on to one of our scholarships were you Martine?" he left the question hanging already knowing the answer, but the tone of his voice already spoke his displeasure at having to wait for her to show up.<br/><br/>"Take a good look around you Martine. Do you appreciate the art here?" his voice a little smoother and less agitatied this time, he was starting to settle. The whole administrative building was full of oak vaulted beams and pannelling. Adorning the walls, various photographs or watercoulour and oil painings. The subject matter of these was always the same; semi-naked, or naked women, a plethora or breasts and buttocks of all manner of shapes sizes and skin tones.<br/><br/>Pushing his glasses down his nose a little so he could gauge her reaction, Mr Johnson was too vain to wear varifocals. He waited her response. Mr Johnson was not himself unattractive. Possibly in his late fourties or early fifties, he still had a very athletic figure, his hair was dark, slightly greying at the temple, and styled in a modern fashion, his eyes were a piercing blue.