Paul laughed with her hands on his shoulders and an emphatic BOO in his ears, scaring the crap out of him in the process.  And then he caught an eyeful of her attire.  True, she had a killer body, but still, did she have to wear such skimpy clothing?  Perky little thing, ain’t she, Old Man?  Not helping, he thought.<br/><br/>“I don’t think so, Charlette, but thanks for your offer,” he stated.  “A little early to start things just yet, plus I’m waiting for the spicy sausage to defrost.  Defrosting it is better, since microwaving it would cook it a bit.”  She certainly was easy on the eyes.  Perhaps a little too easy.