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Chapter 9

‘Were you like this with Helen?’ Nicole asks me as I lean across her, staying close, to strap us into the dodgem. Most couples are with children, enjoying their half-term break. But then, we are an unusual couple.

‘Like what?’ I ask. The warning clang for the start of the next session sounds, and the dodgem gets power.

‘Odd,’ she says.

‘I’m not odd,’ I say, as I charge with the dodgem round the corner of the rink, ramming into the rubber sides. Nicole grips onto the edges of our black metallic ride for safety.

‘Your fingers will be crushed by another car if you do that,’ I say. ‘Keep them inside the vehicle.’ I turn us to loop round to the other side of the rink, leaning into Nicole as we take the corner. I feel her breasts press against my arm. They are less oppressive than Helen’s, but still in the way.

‘You call walking into the shower on someone not odd?’ she asks.

‘Are we still on that?’ I retort. ‘It was a misunderstanding. Besides, Adam seemed to like it.’

I look at her. Her face blushes red, but she smiles.

‘Well, don’t do it again,’ she says.

‘I won’t.’ I pat her hand for reassurance. ‘Unless you invite me.’ She draws her hand away.

‘Anyway, Helen was different,’ I say. ‘Adam’s first love. Less baggage.’

‘Thanks,’ Nicole says drily. ‘You must know all about Adam’s baggage, right? From years back.’

I swing the dodgem round and narrowly avoid smashing into a kid in a green car.

‘Phew!’ I say.

‘You’re meant to crash into each other. That’s the point.’

‘Oh.’

‘You must know what he’s thinking, second guess what he does, way more than I can?’ Nicole says.

‘I suppose,’ I say. Obviously, the genuine answer would be ‘yes’, but boasting on this point won’t endear me to Nicole.

I drive round a bit more, crashing into other cars. They all have children in. The attendant puts two fingers to us, then to his eyes, then to us again, in an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

‘Any particularly juicy secrets you know about?’ she asks.

I drive the car slowly round the edge of the rink, while the attendant fulfils his promise of watching us. I see Nicole’s dress has ridden up, hoisted round her upper thighs.

‘May I?’ I ask.

Before she can reply, I pull her dress back down over her legs, being sure to graze her inner thigh as I do so. She tries to cross her legs away from me but there isn’t space.

‘No particularly juicy secrets,’ I lie. Why should I tell her what I know?

The siren sounds for the end of the ride.

‘Again?’ I ask.

‘Sure,’ she says. ‘But I’ll have my own car this time.’

She escapes from the car, pulling her skirt down over her bottom as climbs out. Her new car is silver. Or is it grey?

The clang sounds for the start of the ride. I will not let her out of my sight. This is about the chase, the thrill of pursuit. Nicole takes the car up to the other end of the rink. I follow. Round the corner she goes. I am there. You’re meant to crash into each other, she said, so I do. She jolts forward in the car, casts a look behind her then sets off again. I am with her, there, behind her, then parallel. I bump her again, she jolts again. She looks back, then quickly steers away from me, up to the other side of the rink. I speed after her, and catching up with her, ram her into a corner.

‘Hey!’ she says.

I retreat, then ram the car again.

‘Stop it!’ she shouts. The attendant starts to come out of his little hut. I back off, and let her move away from the edge of the rink. I zoom down the opposite end of the rink, then do a U-turn. She is coming down the rink in the opposite direction. I carry on, full speed. She is closer, closer, tries move away but I am too quick. I ram into her full speed, a head-on collision, and she jerks forward in the dodgem, hair flying over her face.

When she looks up at me again, I see the edge of her lip is bleeding. Her skin is white and her eyes are wide. She looks like she is seeing me, all of me, for the first time. And doesn’t like what she sees.