It was enough pornography to last Paulo a lifetime. He didn't like it then, and he didn't like it now. There was just something a bit too gynaecological about it for his straightforward tastes.
Paulo closed his copy of Fifty Plus. Although he felt like he was semi-retired from his sex life - making love and making babies were clearly two very different things - the women in Fifty Plus did not remotely stir him.
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Paulo closed his eyes. He got a grip of himself. And he thought about his wife.
Which made him a different man to all the other wankers in there. The way Megan found out that her boyfriend was sleeping with somebody else was that she caught him with his hand on her arse. And Megan couldn't say that he looked exactly unfamiliar with the territory.
Will and Katie were on the up escalator at Selfridges just as Megan was coming down - perfectly placed for a view of Will's hand casually exploring the valley of the little tart's bottom. Katie had the decency to gasp when she saw Megan. Will went white, his hand frozen on Katie's rear, like someone caught with his fingers in the till.
Megan thought, what am I going to do? I just lost my best friend. 'A woman's biological destiny is to have a baby,' Will said. 'A man's biological destiny is to plant his seed in as many women as he can. But that doesn't mean I don't love you.'
This is what he told her. He told her all the other stuff too - that it didn't mean a thing, that he loved her, that they had been together for too long to chuck it away because of one mistake. And they had been together for a long time. Megan and Will had been med school sweethearts, living together when most of their contemporaries were playing doctors and nurses at every opportunity. But what it came down to in the end was that he had slept with Katie because the survival of the human race depended upon it.
'What can I do? I'm programmed to spread my seed. It's the biological imperative.'
'That's on your hard drive, is it? Sticking your miserable dick in strangers?' 'Katie's hardly a stranger. You've known her since med school.'
'She was a slapper there, too. Plenty of junior doctors did their advanced biology on Katie.'
'We grew very close working in accident and emergency at the Homerton. These things happen. You get thrown together.'
'You mean - oh, no, I've slipped! And now my penis has got stuck in Katie! How on earth did this happen? Is that what you mean, you rotten bastard?'
Megan thought that she should have expected something like this. She had noticed a sudden decline in Will's sex drive when he was doing those six months' vocational training at the Homerton, while she was off doing her six months' VTS in paediatrics at the Royal Free.
She had put it down to Will witnessing stab wounds on a regular basis, for the Homerton is in Hackney, and meir A amp;c E is busy every night of the year. Now Megan felt she should have guessed that Katie was wagging her tail in the doctors' mess during tea break. One of the first things that every medical student learns is that the average hospital has the sexual mores of a knocking shop when the fleet's in. All those extremely young doctors and nurses working all hours of the day and night in a highly stressed environment, most of them too busy for a proper relationship - it did something to the hormones.
As part of her vocational training, Megan had done six months at the Homerton's A amp; E herself, and it had done nothing for her libido. She had felt as though she was seeing the world as it really was for the first time in her life. But perhaps she had more imagination than Will and Katie.
He attempted to put his arms around her but she shrugged him off, almost baring her teeth. He really didn't understand that it was over. How could he? He wasn't like Megan. His parents had stayed together.
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Nobody left in his home. Nobody decided to cut their losses and bolt. He had never seen the rotten, messy aftermath of fucking around.
Will had grown up as the youngest child in a tight, loving family in Hampstead Garden Suburb. That was one of the things she had loved about him. The intact, secure world that he came from, the long Sunday lunches and the gently mocking humour and the years of unbroken happiness. At weekends, and at Christmas, he took her home to his parents and they made her feel like she belonged, and she wanted to be a part of this other family, this other life, this better world.
These kids from their nuclear families made her laugh. Will thought he would always be forgiven, he thought that trust could never be broken and love could never be pissed away. Like all the saps from happy homes, Will believed in his right to a happy ending.
But she snapped the suitcase shut, hefted it from their bed and placed it at his feet. 'Megan? Come on. Please.'
She saw him now as the rather pathetic figure he had always been. Will was one of those good-looking short guys who are destined to a life of discontent. Sweet enough but totally unreliable, bright but lazy, socially charming but academically listless, he truly wasn't cut out for a career in medicine. He desperately wanted to be, and his parents - a silvery, gym-fit eye surgeon father and a blonde, well-preserved paediatrician mother - desperately wanted him to be, but during the long years of training their good-looking boy had struggled at every stage.
Will had been one of the unhappy minority of medical students who have to resit their finals, finally scraping a pass only to discover that dealing with death, sickness and gore on a daily basis gave him a funny tummy, and minor league depression. Even his depression was half-hearted. Now a part of Megan wanted to strangle him. But she also felt sorry for him. Poor Will. He was wrong for this life. Just as he was wrong for her.
And there was something else he was wrong about. It was true that she was not led around by a part of her anatomy, the way Will's penis apparently dragged him around like an insane tour guide, taking him to places he had never in a million years planned to visit.
But there were times when Megan's craving for that kind of human contact was just as urgent. There were days when her yearning - for love, for sex, for something better than both - was far stronger than anything Will could have felt when he bent Katie over in the darkened doctors' mess at three in the morning. She had a biological imperative of her own.
The big difference was that Will's craving was determined by a little pink courgette that was on call twenty-four hours a day, vulnerable to the whim of anything in a mini-skirt that took a shine to him. And when it came, Megan's craving was determined by something far more powerful than that.
It was on one of those craving nights, about two weeks after she had sent Will home to his bitterly disappointed parents in Hampstead Garden Suburb, that Megan went to a party for the first time in ages, and met a young Australian who, after taking a look at the world, was soon to go home to sun and surf, Sydney and his girlfriend.
What was his name again? It didn't really matter now. She was never going to see him again.
Where Will was small, dark, with cheekbones that really belonged on a woman, the man at the party was tall, athletic, with a nose that had been broken twice playing rugby in college, and once falling off a bar stool in Earls Court.
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