<br/>(http://usemycomputer.com/indeximages/women/Rose.Byrne/2006feb23byrne61bb.jpg)<br/><br/>Sarah still couldnt believe that she had agreed! But Ever had turned on the charm and just kept on and on until Sarah had relented and said yes. It wasn't the first time although to be fair the previous incidents were completely insignificant by comparison. Sacrificing an evening studying CrimPro or Torts to have an evening in some bar with a group of Ever's 'artists' was just not in the same league as this. At least Sarah had had some fun; fun which onceor twice had lasted until just past breakfast the following morning at some guys apartment or dorm room. This wasn't going to be fun at all. But Ever had seemed so desperate and at the same time so confident she would win this time. As she looked at herself in the mirror, Sarah wasn't sure who was being the more stupid; Ever for believing this time would be different, or herself for believing in Ever's ability.<br/><br/>Sarah had known Ever for four months; slightly less time than she had been in the country. She had completed her law degree at Kings College and then applied - and secured - a scholarship to NYU to study an Amercian law degree. She was 22 years old and had effectively committed the next three years of her life minimum to residing in the US. Not that she was in anyway disappointed by that. She had grown up on a diet of US cop shows and law shows - this was where she wanted to be and what she wanted to do. Except, just after breakfast this morning, Ever had dropped the bombshell and... how could she say no? Sarah and Ever for some reason had just clicked, becoming very good friends very fast; and yet everything said that they had nothing in common. Sarah had no appreciation of art whatsoever and she was pretty sure that Ever felt pretty much the same about the law. Their backgrounds were hugely different; but, their friendship worked. And they often balanced either other out. Ever drew Sarah out into one side of the student scene whilst Sarah kept Ever in the other. Until now.<br/><br/>Sarah looked at her watch and then took a last look in the mirror. She looked at herself for a second or two and then her shoulders slumped dejectedly. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked herself. She shook her head and smoothed out the cranberry coloured sleeveless dress for the umpteenth time. And for the umpteenth time she asked herself whether the dress was right. It fitted her curvacous figure quite well; accentuated the waist, emphasised the bust. But was this really appropriate. Who the hell was this David whateverhisname? Where the hell were they going to finish up by the end of the evening?  She ran her fingers loosely through her shoulder length dark brown hair and leaned in a little to double check the subtle conservative make-up. And then she heard Ever calling her. 'Our future awaits'. Sarah shook her head and headed out into the lounge where Ever was waiting impatiently.<br/><br/>"You'd better be right about this Ever. You had better be able to nail this idiot, otherwise.... "<br/><br/><br/>http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265421353823&c=Page&cid=1297687979444&pagename=vsdWrapper (http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265421353823&c=Page&cid=1297687979444&pagename=vsdWrapper)