The drama with Dave appeared to have turned her into a new person.  As if a gorilla had been recently removed from her back.  Actually, not just any gorilla, but one of those Silverback bad boys.  If this episode with her now ex-boyfriend contributed to her happiness, then Paul was happy for her.  He just hoped the man was not one of those lusting for retribution of some kind, and that he left her alone.  Nothing worse than being around someone who clearly doesn’t want you around.<br/><br/>Yeah, he reflected, kinda like Jemma and her psycho texts.  Although he had to admit, her stripper line was pretty funny.  What possessed her to call Charlette that was anyone’s guess.  She did indeed flash some boob that night, but nowhere near as bad (good?) as what was on full display with her bikini.  If his ex came out of the blue like that, attacking someone he wasn’t even romantically involved with, then Paul could only deduce that she was having relationship issues with her pilot.  Meh, not my problem, he thought, relief washing over him like a spring shower.  Though honestly, he didn’t believe for a New York minute that he’d heard the last from Jemma.<br/><br/>Charlette’s chirpy question broke his trance-like state.  Smiling at her, he shrugged, and then answered, “Dunno, what’cha got in mind?”<br/><br/>Careful, Old Man.  Her<i>something </i>might involve sheets.