After returning her “good morning” kiss, though it really didn’t matter what it was for, Paul returned it nevertheless, items needed to be gathered.  Their clothes seemed to be strewn all over the place.  Some made sense, like their underwear being near them.  Others fell into the category of<i>how in the hell did that get there?</i><br/><br/>Ever the modest sort, Paul just slipped on his boxer-briefs, choosing to remain shirtless.  Winking at her, he stated matter-of-factly, “Dunno ‘bout you, Charlette, but I’m in desperate need of a hot shower.  Kinda, um, sticky, if you know what I mean.”  He laughed easily, though it was true.  Stickiness was concentrated in two areas: his crotch and his face.<br/><br/>Rising to stand, he picked up the blankets and a few pillows.  Between the two of them, only one trip inside was necessary.  That hot water beating down on his taxed and relaxed body would feel heavenly.