Steady. Slow. Pause. Stop.<br/><br/><i>Aw, c’mon, Old Man! You can’t be getting cold feet now! You’re so, so close. I mean, if you peek in at a certain angle, you can see that sweet bootay of hers.</i><br/><br/>Paul leaned and peeked at the instructed angle, and sure enough, there was his all-time favorite female body part on partial display. Partial, only cuz there was an obstructing piece of clothing involved. Charlette’s phone received her undivided attention, at the moment.<br/><br/><i>Atta boy, Old Man! Now go get some! Er, I mean, go say hi.</i><br/><br/>Fingertips lightly pushed on her somewhat open door. A door which he never bothered closing. And why would he? After all, no one else was in the house.<br/><br/><i>Yeah, and not even a mouse. Geez, I crack myself up sometimes, Old Man.</i><br/><br/>Okay, whatever, he thought. Paul was well past the moment of no return. In other words, he was in her bedroom with a wide-open door directly behind him. Charlette was really into her phone, he noticed, so any thoughts of a possible escape were still doable. He ventured forth anyway.<br/><br/>Without a word, he suddenly appeared next to her on her bed, nudging her in the process. Already, her scent left him dizzy. Good thing he was lying down then.