"She was a year ahead of me. Doing engineering as well. Brilliant. Pretty hot too; she played hockey for the women's second team and I guess that's how we started talking."

"Fit?"

"Reckon she could have run rings around me. She was trying to make the first eleven. She wanted hockey colours."

"Describe her."

"Five foot ten or so. Slender waist, but a sprinter's build. Pale blue eyes, brown hair with a wave to it. You know the look some Eastern European girls have? That face shape with the delicate jaw and big eyes?"

"Uh huh."

"She had that in spades. Gorgeous. Funny. Interesting."

"So why didn't you date her?"...