She didn’t show this thought process, but gave a stock answer:
“You are the front legs of the elephant, we are the back legs. We go where you lead us.”
She looked back at Mike, who was smiling broadly at her, while shaking his head at Dave’s naïve question.
Lek was warming to Mike, but she still was not sure whether she trusted him or would sleep with him. That subject had not been mentioned and no money had changed hands so she was under no obligation to do anything other than escort them around town. To be their companion, guide and interpreter.
“You want one more drink here?” she asked Dave, reasoning that Mike would be more likely to say ‘no’.
“Yes, OK then. Let’s have another drink and think about where we’ll go next.”
Lek
