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it.’
    â€˜Because it offends your male ego I suppose … not because you’re abusing the girl! Anyway Ben, you never pay because you fuck me for free … but not tonight you won’t!’ She looked daggers as he anxiously watched out for a taxi.
    â€˜Thought you’d like to see Nana Plaza, Emm,’ he said, trying to sound conciliatory.
    â€˜You had it all planned, bringing me here, didn’t you. Bet you wish I wasn’t around … I’m really cramping your style!’ Her fury came to a climax. ‘And how dare you tell me I’m fat!’
    Ben was beginning to realise that Emma was more angry than he had ever seen her.
    â€˜Easy Emm, cool it. What’ve I done to make you so mad?’ He gave her a look of offended innocence.
    â€˜That’s the point … you just don’t get it, do you,’ she snapped.
    â€˜Yes okay, so I liked the girlies … what normal bloke wouldn’t.’
    â€˜All men are blokes and aren’t answerable, is that it?’ said Emma frostily.
    â€˜Well, some of ‘em were drop-dead gorgeous … but Emm, you can’t be jealous about bar girls.’
    She kept her cool but was raging inside.
    â€˜So you tell me this then,’ she said. ‘Which girl did you like the best?’
    â€˜Tricky one,’ he laughed. ‘Spoiled for choice!’
    â€˜Maybe … but tell me which one you’d choose for yourself.’
    Standing on the kerbside late at night looking for a taxi, the traffic pounding past, Ben then made his big mistake. He answered her question.
    â€˜I’ll go for the one in long pants with the pert little tits. She’s really something, Emm … you don’t have to be a man to see that.’
    â€˜And you don’t have to be a man to hit someone!’
    The sound of the slap and his cry of surprise and pain made the Thais in the street briefly turn their heads, though they had become indifferent to the uncouth foreigners in their scruffy clothes.

    After a silent taxi ride back to the guesthouse on Khao San Road, Emma found herself suffocating in their tiny room. She was repelled by the smelly grey bed sheet and the towelling bedspread which she guessed had covered a multitude of bodies since last being laundered. The stagnant air was hot and humid and showering in the washroom down the corridor did not clean the stickiness from her skin. Lying on the bed with Ben at arms length beside her in the semi-darkness, she could contain her feelings no longer.
    â€˜It was you pushed me into coming to Thailand, Ben,’ she said. ‘And now you do this to me!’
    â€˜Do what to you?’ he said, sitting up in surprise.
    â€˜Walking all over me … treating me like shit.’
    â€˜That’s rubbish, Emm!’
    â€˜No Ben, I still can’t believe you slobbering over those girls right in front of me.’
    â€˜Look, we’ve been through this already … and I’m sorry,’ he said in a low voice.
    â€˜It’s no use saying sorry. You can’t undo it now, you know.’
    â€˜Can’t undo what?’
    â€˜I mean the next time we’re together, I’ll know you’re fucking the Thai girl with the pert little tits … and not making love to me. If there is a next time that is!’ She turned away from him and rolled herself into a ball, holding her knees tightly to her chest.

3
    The morning after the late night out, Emma was awake far too early. She lay looking at the ceiling, Ben in his boxer shorts sprawled on his front next to her, still dead to the world. Mulling over their months apart since graduating, her mind awash with the strife in the girlie bar, she very much feared travelling with him could go terribly wrong. Hardly able to sleep under the wheezing fan and detesting the heat of the city, she longed to get out of Bangkok; the Thailand she had dreamed of must surely be elsewhere.
    Ben woke up that