“I love you too Yen, and miss you so much, and I am not old – just tired from your family and friends! Good night, my little one.” I handed the phone to Ping who had sat up, rubbing her eyes, and she motioned me away – what, this is my house and my mobile, but I went as instructed. How had Yen known Ping was here to talk to – that girl should be recruited by some Secret Service, I decided, as I locked the door, washed a glass or two, cleaned my teeth and left Ping still talking as I headed to bed, and slept immediately, vaguely stirring some time later when Ping eased in beside me, kissed me lightly and softly whispered “Good night, Mr. Steve, the man of my love also.” But I was asleep, thought the words were from a dream.
I woke through the night to use the toilet, climbed back in and spooned behind Ping, an arm across to cuddle a breast, and she sighed as we returned to sleep.