Have you ever seen those nature shows where the prey is either surrounded by ravenous beasts or backed up against a wall with no escape route in sight?  This was Paul.  This was now.  This was on his recliner, fer cripes’ sake!  Was nothing sacred?!<br/><br/>Dead Man walking, Old Man.  Said it before, saying it again.  Kinda noticed that, Paul lamely thought.<br/><br/>Charlette’s playful assault was surprising, but not entirely unexpected.  As he looked at her, silently accepting the fact of dropping some kinda fluid in the near future, there was a knock at the front door.