rld was complete just because she was there. He didn't care about anything else; he was happy! The girl in his arms was soft, warm. Holding her, watching her silly grin, listening to her drunken mumbl...er and she felt lazy and didn't want to move much. She just lay there on the bed, covered by a thin quilt, exposing a small square of white back, half-turning her face to chat with him in a desultory...