waking early, as usual, Molly snuggled onto John's hairy chest. He brushed her hair out of his face and grumbled.
"I'm still asleep." He told her.
"No you're not." She laughed.
Using his hand to smooth her fly aways, he continued to stroke her and smiled as well.
"How's your head? Are you hung over?"
"I don't really get hangovers." She said, "Do you have one?"
"No. But I didn't have as much to drink as you did."
They cuddled for a while and she played with his chest hair that tickled her face.
"What about Ruth and Dennis? I don't really know how much they drank."
John looked up at the ceiling.
"Dennis can hold his liquor a lot better than anyone I know. Ruth is... like you."
"What do you mean?"
"Is it a city girl thing? To be a light weight but not be trashed the next day?"
