“What would you like to drink, Wan? I’ll go and get it for you.”
“Don’t bother, I can get my own drink.”
“No, really, I insist, what would you like? Same again or do you want to try one of these? They are really nice.”
“Yes, all right, I’ll have the same as you, dream-boat, and lover girl.”
Heng was grateful for the excuse to get up and went to the large two-hundred litre chest of ice under the house that held chil ed bottles of al kinds. As he held the lid up and bent over to fish around in the ice for a bottle of Spy, he felt a hand on his bottom. He span around quickly to see Joy smiling at him.
“You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? You promised me a dance but you haven’t asked me yet.”
“No, Joy, sorry about that, I’ve been feeling a little dizzy, so I just sat there talking to W
