The girl was called Emma Morley. The boy’s name was Dexter Mayhew. They were lying on the narrow in Emma room in a shared flat. It was four o’clock in the morning. The two young people didn’t know each other very well. But certainly this was a night for thinking about the future. It was the last night of their university life in Edinburgh. Earlier in the day, after four years, they had finally graduated. Soon they would go in separate directions.
Emma looked up at the boy as he learned over her. She was a little annoyed with him, but still thought that he was handsome, ‘Mm – handsome. Perhaps “beautiful” is a better word,’ she thought . And she knew that lots of the other girl students agreed with her – especially the posh ones from the south. They all knew at he would get their clothes off and get them into his bed. His body muscular and the skin of his face was tight, His eyebrows were slim and his lip were full. ‘Yes, he’s beautiful’ but he looks a little like a cat,’ Emma told herself.