Heading toward what was now her bedroom, Paul stopped and stepped aside as two women came into view, one of whom was Charlette.  Beating him to the punch, her friend introduced herself as Charlene.  Proper handshakes would have to wait a little while longer since his hands were full.  She seemed nice enough, and of course, both women were attractive with a capital A.  As they made their way past him to retrieve what was left from the truck, he lingered a bit, enjoying the view of the pair’s retreating forms.  Though to be honest, he zeroed in on Charlette, as her white shorts were like a neon sign beckoning in the night sky.  Those toned legs of hers didn’t exactly help matters.<br/><br/>We already discussed this, Old Man, he amusingly thought, continuing on to her bedroom.  Finding an empty spot, Paul placed the boxes on the carpeted floor while ruminating the pair’s names.  Really?  Did they both have to start with Char?  In fact, if you were to dissect it further, their names began with Charle.  The only difference was the –tte and –ne at the end.  Well, he sincerely hoped that was as far as Charlette’s friends went with Charle.  He’d look quite the fool in trying to keep them straight.<br/><br/>He was positive that the last time they had seen each other was about a year ago in Hawaii.  Could she have filled out that much more in 12-months’ time?  Again, not our problem, Old Man, he reminded himself.  In order for him to avoid umpteen reminders of this in the future, Paul wondered if Charlette would agree to wear nothing but a<i>Glad Heavy-Duty </i>trash bag while in his presence.  That way, he figured the only body parts of hers on display would be her feet, arms, and head.  Shaking his head at such a ridiculous thought, he was nonetheless tempted to ask.  Though of course, he never would raise the question.<br/><br/>For this, he truly felt sorry for the male species who would cross her path in Shady Grove, as well as wherever else Charlette eventually moved on to.  Smitten would not even begin to describe what awaited the poor fools.  Thankfully, he didn’t consider himself in the same league as her.  True, he had yet to graduate to the Senior League, though by no means did he occupy a spot in the Premier League either, as did she.  Dang it, the middle ground again, he mused, laughing in spite of himself.<br/><br/>Following a hug with Charlette, pleasantries were finally made with Charlene.  Paul was somewhat surprised at how quickly her friend left the house and drove off into the early evening.  He had always thought that moving day ended with pizza and beers.  Well, it still could, as Charlette was right there in a heap on the couch.  Cuz let’s face it, no matter how good you looked, you always, always ended up in a heap on some kinda furniture nearby after moving day.<br/><br/>Paul shrugged at her statement about moving, as there was nothing of any worth to add to it.  Smiling at her, he asked, “Unpacking for another day?  Excellent!  You must be hungry and thirsty after expending all that energy.”  Moving to gather a light jacket and his house keys, he inquired, “What say we go into town for some pizza and beers?  My treat.”  Almost forgetting his manners, he quickly added, “Or, whatever it is you wish to drink.  Although if you don’t mind, Charlette, how ‘bout we take your car?  My poor<i>Crosstrek </i>is not too presentable to the general public right now.”  Laughing at the visual of his filthy Subaru, he stood there, waiting for her reply.