And in the blink of an eye, Charlette turned the tables on him.<br/><br/><i>Oh my.  It looks as if that soldier’s being recruited after all, Old Man.  And she brought her own helmets.  Stand at attention, Old Man!  Oh, he already is.  Carry on, then, soldier.  Bahahahaha. . . .</i><br/><br/>Of course, he didn’t have any of his own.  Charlette seemed to have invaded his world outta the blue, and he never thought to purchase some.  It’s not like women were lined up outside his door, either.<br/><br/>“Uh,” Paul stammered, unsure as to whether to proceed or not.  If it were entirely up to “someone” else, on the other hand, then it was full-steam ahead.