Don’t do it, Old Man.  I know what you’re thinking.  Well, I actually know what you<i>both </i>are thinking, and I say again, don’t do it, Old Man.  Just keep your dick right where it is.  There shall be no spelunking tonight.  With no immediate response. . . .<br/><br/>Muthafucka, I cannot believe you are actually considering going through with this, Old Man.  Why wouldn’t I? he sincerely wondered.  I mean, she said “nothing else."  And she promised.<br/><br/>Someone was now beside himself.  How fuckin’ old are you, Old Man?!  Thirty-years-old, or three?!  Of course she’s gonna say that shit, because she . . . hey, where you going?  Get back here!  Don’t you do it, Old Man!  Don’t you . . . an inner sigh later, and . . .<br/><br/>Right hand extended to Charlette, Paul reiterated, “And nothing else, right?”  Nodding in agreement, she took his hand as he led her down the hallway to his bedroom.  Passing hers, he said, “No room for two in your bed.  Room for two in mine though.”<br/><br/>Guiding Charlette to the left side of his queen-sized bed, he returned to the right side.  Clothes were discarded until he was down to his boxer-briefs only.  A nearby chair held his sleep tank top, which he duly put on.  Crawling under the covers, he smiled at her and said, “Sleep well, Charlette.  See you in the morning.”  Holding the blankets aloft, he waited until she was also in the cozy cocoon.