Paul noticed Charlette’s shiver as he cleansed her of the secreted secretions.  The appearance of goosebumps all but gave it away.  Her twitching and giggling raised a smile from him.<br/><br/>Her sweet, indulgent kiss topped off a rambunctious morning.  Shower time?  Was she serious?! Paul wondered.  It was high time to wave the white flag.  “Yeah, it’s shower time, but only for me,” he said with a smirk.  “The shower in your bathroom still works, y’know.”  He laughed, not wanting to offend her in any way.<br/><br/>Real smooth, Old Man.  Real fucking smooth!<br/><br/>Piss off, Paul replied.<br/><br/>Truth of the matter was the fact that she was wearing him out.  In a damn good way for sure, but still running him down.  And once again, Paul thought it best if she dated men closer to her own age.  He’d have to remind her about that.