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lips.
    ‘What is it?’ I asked, barely able to catch my breath.
    Her eyes directed me to the door, where I became aware of movement from
outside. Somebody was unfastening the padlock. We both looked at one another,
unsure of what to do and as the door opened, I put my hands under her shoulders
and rolled us off of the bed. I landed on my back with Asia on top of me. The
room remained dark and I hoped that whoever had come in did not plan on staying
for long.
    My hopes were dashed when I heard the creak of the bedsprings and the
sound of a female giggle. The next noise was that of clothes brushing against
flesh as they were removed and then the bedsprings started up again. I could
feel Asia tremble, but it was not from nerves or anxiety; she was laughing.
    ‘Why have you stopped?’ she whispered in my ear.
    I was too shocked to answer. Finding ourselves so close to being caught
made me feel exposed, yet powerful at the same time and I sensed that Asia
wanted to push it further still. She took hold of my shaft and slowly massaged
it with her fingers before gently lowering herself down onto me. She mouthed
the word “listen” and as I subconsciously started to focus on the groans coming
from the bed, I realised that she was timing her movements to match the rhythm
of the other couple. It felt like we were taking part in a badly dubbed porno
movie.
    I soon forgot about any risks attached to what we were doing as it felt
so good. I was more than happy to let Asia be in control. As the other couple
sped up towards reaching climax, so did we too. When orgasm came, it was the
most potent that I had ever felt. I wanted to shout out in ecstasy, but for
want of giving us away, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep my silence.
    We waited for a short while after the sounds from the bed had died down
before making any movement. One half of the couple had left immediately after
their brief tryst had ended and I could see from looking under the gap in the
bed that the door had been left slightly ajar, meaning that it was also
unlocked. When I dared to peer over the rim of the mattress, I saw a male
passed out on the bed. We were careful not to wake him as we crawled out on our
hands and knees before heading back down to the party.
     
    ***
     
    The remainder of the night passed quickly. Asia insisted on dancing for
long periods. She had a limitless supply of energy and it was hard to keep her
rooted in one place long enough to have a proper conversation, let alone catch
up on what had happened over the previous few days. The moon had long departed
and the stars were fading in the early stages of sunrise when I finally got the
chance to speak freely with her. We bought fresh coconuts to replenish our
energy and sat down on the sand facing the ocean.
    ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ she said.
    ‘Yeah,’ I replied. ‘It’s a shame that people have to come here and turn
it all into such a tourist trap.’
    She shot me a surprised look.
    ‘Tourist trap; don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical considering
you’re a tourist yourself?’
    ‘Not really. I would still come here if there was not all of this
development. I would prefer it.’
    ‘Are you kidding me?’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘You know; all of this self righteous traveller crap. It’s the worst type
of narcissism when people want paradise, but then criticise when others want
the same thing too. Without the development, the island could not sustain
everyone that wants to come here. Sure, these guesthouses are an eyesore, but
they are what drive the economy. Without the tourist baht, the infrastructure
of this country would be in a mess. Ask any local to choose between good roads,
improved schooling and sanitation or an unspoiled sunrise, and I think I know
their answer.’
    I wished that I had never said anything. I thought I was saying the right
things, but obviously not.
    ‘Are you sure that your dad’s a rock star?’
    ‘What do you mean by