I left work at lunchtime. My flight wasn't until nearly midnight, so Maggie and I had some time together before I had to leave.
Finding her in bed, I immediately started kissing her, and then got undressed. We made love several times that afternoon, dozing or talking in between. As before, she climaxed many times.
That afternoon, both of us lying naked on the bed, was perhaps the first time I had really looked at her body. She certainly was very slim, but without being skinny. Her breasts were small, firm and gorgeously shaped. And although not pretty, it seemed to me, at that moment, that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
It all so surreal, there I was, in a luxury hotel, 6000 miles from home, lying naked with a truly beautiful woman. And how did I suddenly become such a good lover?
And yet the whole afternoon was tinged with sadness. In just a few hours, I would be boarding a flight back to London, with no certainty that I would ever be back.
We lay there as long as we could, but time was against us, and having not eaten all day, we were both hungry. So with great reluctance, we got dressed and left the hotel.
Maggie chose an Italian restaurant near to Hong Kong's famous escalator, so that I could walk her home, when we'd finished.
The restaurant was fairly empty. Maggie just ordered a starter, saying she didn't want much, I ordered salmon. For a while we sat there not speaking, neither of us having any mood for small talk.
Eventually though, she broke the silence asking 'honey.......... do you want to get married?'