“Lek, I fancy another beer and a bit of time talking with just you. Do you know somewhere nice that is close? I want you to take me somewhere – I’ll pay, of course, but I’ve only just got here and I don’t know my way around. What do you think? Where shal we go?”
It was just the sort of question that Thai girls hate to be asked
and the stock answer came out: “I done know. Up to you!.” If the truth be known, she would rather have gone up to his room, had a beer from the mini bar, watched TV for a while and gone to bed with him, but she didn’t feel that she could say that. She had to go with his flow. As for knowing bars or having a favourite! Well, she knew hundreds. She knew where Arabs liked to go; she knew where divers hung out; she knew American, Bri
