Stanley blinks his eyes open, groaning, his head is killing him. He can taste the remains of alcohol on his breath and knows the reason for his splitting headache. He goes to stretch but is stoped by a weight on top of him, he looks down to see a young woman cuddled up beside him. naked. And when he says young he means young, probably in her late 20s. He realizes he’s also naked and fills in the blanks, he isn’t stupid. shit.