“I . . . I did,” he stammered.  Caught up in his lustful desire and how bloody good she felt, he lacked the presence of mind to extricate himself prior to climaxing.  Paul sobered up real quick, following her smack to his arm.<br/><br/>He truly didn’t know what to say.  And what good would an apology do?  It wouldn’t be enough to pump out all of his semen anyway.<br/><br/>Prior to wiping himself down, he offered the spare towel to Charlette instead, not meeting her eyes at all.  Not even trying.