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The dinner time conversation was as light as the string noodles and Cascade beer. Then there was love making in the big hard bed. The bed was way too big – a feast for two that was being catered for ten. Nashy’s eyes stayed closed throughout; Furn wondered if she was lost in the moment or just plain lost. He slept holding her to his back. An uncomfortable, dreamless sleep. When he awoke he realised he had lost her to some of that superfluous mattress.
Sunshine gleamed brightly in the windows of their tenth floor Sheraton Hotel room. The good weather had come early.
