The gorgeous stunner

She stood there in clothes she hadn't the energy to put on properly, her top hanging off her upper arm, like she had  no strength left to push it up the rest of the way up over her shoulders, and she'd forgotten how to tie shoe laces. She was floppy like a rag doll swaying this way and that. forward and backward.
"ahhh we goin nah."
"We will be soon." says my man. He'd picked up yet another waif from the streets. he's a sucker for them. Inevitably they'll steal his stuff and rip him off. But in the meantime he has his own house and a roof he can put over their heads. I don't ask what he gets in return but I can guess. Everyone of them is "gorgeous" and "A stunner". It's like a conveyor belt of "gorgeous stunners" who just happen to be homeless addicts. All credit to him he doesn't seem to distinguish between race or colour, black white and all the shades in between, they are all "gorgeous stunners". His only criteria is they tolerate his dogs.
"ahhhm tire nee sleee" she slurred
"I'll get you to into bed soon." he turns and winks at me.
I say "You'd better get her home before you have to carry her home."
"She'll be OK when I get her walking. One too many dragons if you get my meaning."
"Errrr yeaaaah. Look out she's slipping."
He spins round in time to catch her under the arms and steady her "We'd better go" he says.
"I reckon you're right, she's got a lot to sleep off by the look of it. You gonna be OK?"
"Oh yeah. No problem. I'll see you later.... come on sweet heart lets get you home to bed."
They stumble off down the road the girl already half asleep, her head  on his shoulder. her legs moving automatically.