I decided to give him the long version. I gritted my teeth and began: "Just over five months ago I was contracted to work as the chief supervisor on a...construction job in Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon, building a new multi-storey shopping center. It was a six-month contract, working six days a week. I didn't really want the job, since it would mean I'd be away from my wife and home for half a year - but the money they offered was too good to refuse. There's a boom in building there. ” Now that was the second time she had called me that and it gave me goose bumps. Sandra noticed and her brow creased slightly with concern. She touched my cheek and studied my face rather intently. She put one hand flat against my cheek then moved it to my forehead. After a moment, her hand went to my shoulder and she pulled me closer. She kissed me, pressing her lips against mine, very gently and lingered over it. The goose bumps intensified. My dick decided to take a break and promptly. .. and letters ... and photographs. My mother, standing next to a tall man wearing leathers, a motorbike behind them. Photographs of the two of them walking at the seaside, or in the Lake District; neatly labelled on the backs, date, place ... names. Wedding photos, the groom young, tall, handsome; the bride, though I didn't know it, looking a little like me, literally blushing in white. The order of service for the funeral. I held the photograph of them looking happy together, gazing at it as. I just can’t find my phone charger anywhere. Have you seen it?”“It’s above the refrigerator I think. I’ll go look for you if your like” said Tracey.“No, that’s fine. I can get it myself” snapped back Vanessa again.The way Vanessa was behaving was so out of character that Tracey knew without any doubt that she was troubled by more than just her speech and her missing phone charger. He quietly watched her agitated movements but left off any more questioning. She did have a lot to think about.