This was getting beyond ridiculous.  Paul knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, and really, what was the big deal?  Drop the package and get on with the day already.<br/><br/>That’s what I said, Old Man!  More or less.<br/><br/>Awright, time to get ‘er done, he thought.  Maintaining the same rhythm that brought him this far, Paul announced, “And here we go, Charlette.”  Following a few more prominent thrusts, he pulled out and splattered her sweet buns with some mayo of his own.  He then tucked back inside, resuming the same tempo from before.<br/><br/>Paul, for all intents and purposes, was finished.  Now, his task was to continue the established pace in order for Charlette to finish, too.