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you have my lighter?’
    He took it from his pocket and held it up between two fingers, but instead of giving it to her, he pushed the ashtray across the table. ‘Take the cigarette out of your mouth and break it into small pieces.’
    The cigarette froze.
    ‘What?’
    ‘I don’t need to repeat myself, do I, Greta?’
    The game, she thought, and reluctantly did as she was told, breaking the back of the Camel and discarding it.
    ‘Now take them all out of the packet, one at a time, and break them into the ashtray.’
    She sniffed haughtily but it was for her own good she realised and obeyed his instructions. He watched the pile of ruined cigarettes fill the ashtray and then crushed the empty packet.
    ‘Smoking is strictly against the rules,’ he said.
    ‘I didn’t know there were other rules as well.’
    ‘Then you must learn, mustn’t you,’ he said firmly and she nodded tamely because she knew he was right. Richard pushed the ashtray to one side. ‘Come on,’ he added, ‘you need a new dress. That’s for evenings.’
    He paid the bill and the girls who had been waiting for the table gave her a dirty look as they passed. Richard took her hand as if it were a part of him and they crossed the road to wander among stalls of glittery tops and turquoise jewellery, healing crystals and flak jackets. She slowed to watch a cartoonist drawing sketches but Richard tugged on her hand and she trotted along like a pony, clip-clopping in her backless black suede shoes behind him.
    She could smell Indian spices and ice cream, the sharp tang of petrol as the fire-eater blew streams of flame from his blackened lips. Richard tossed her lighter into his hat. Everything was going, going, going. She had left The Stage on the table at the restaurant. She didn’t need to search for a part. She already had her role.
    Boys were taking off their T-shirts and tucking them into the backs of their jeans and girls were wearing less and less and she thought one day a clever designer would come up with the ultimate design and dress them in nothing at all.
    As they moved into the heart of the market the crowd was more dense and people were staring at her as if they knew her from somewhere but couldn’t quite recall where. It puzzled Greta that she was getting so much attention and decided not to think about it and just enjoy it. She was seeing herself as if from outside herself, her aura faintly glowing. Like her bottom.
    She gave it a little wiggle and at that moment her line of vision was struck by a sulky brunette in a silver dress, her body moving amorphously, her velvet eyes as she lowered her dark glasses full of energy and secrets. She ran her tongue over her lips and there was something carnal in the way she slid her fingers across Greta’s bare arm as they crossed.
    Greta straightened her shoulders and swung her hips. Richard was still holding her hand when they stumbled upon the perfect stall where white cotton dresses swayed above on a line like clouds in the breeze. They went through the rail and Richard found a Little Miss Muffet outfit with puffy sleeves and a high neck. It was truly awful. She pulled a face and then shrugged when his stern look reminded Greta there was a prize at stake.
    ‘You have to try it on.’
    ‘What?’ she said. She couldn’t believe it...
    ‘Here,’ he said emphatically.
    ‘Richard...’
    He folded his arms.
    ‘Don’t you remember,’ she whispered, ‘you ripped my knickers off. I’m not wearing anything.’
    He held up his palm as if it were a paddle and showed how it could be put to good use. Greta looked around her.
    ‘There are like... loads of people.’
    Sweat prickled her armpits. Her cheeks coloured. He wanted to see her naked in the busy market and the scary thought struck her that she wanted it too. She had a craving like thirst or hunger – or for nicotine – an irrepressible desire to expose her breasts that tingled, her moist pussy, her bottom with its pink stripes like a