"Yeah, and it's pretty sweet that she does leave me alone," he happily replied.  "Can't imagine what the fuck we'd talk about anyways."  Slowly realizing his faux pas, he softly said apologetically, "Um, pardon my French."  Picking up on her subtle reference to Dave as an ex, he let it slide without comment.  What was there to say?  Seemed to him she had already made her decision.  Somehow, he didn't think Dave had any inclination about these current events.  As far as Charlete was concerned anyway.<br/><br/>"Posing?" he helplessly asked.  "Like, you mean posing with the towel?  Cuz, y'know, everybody loves towels!"  He knew he was treading water.  And that water was deep!<br/><br/>Remember that storm I mentioned earlier, Old Man?  Not waiting for an answer, the Voice continued, Well, said storm has arrived, Old Man.  And you already know her name.  Hope you at least have an umbrella.  Paul could do without the snickering, but whatever.