With his bedroom door left open, the delicious aroma of coffee being brewed tickled his nostrils.  That alone was enough motivation to get outta bed.  Another incentive was that Charlette was out there.  Since he didn’t have an automatic coffee maker, who else could be making a fresh pot?<br/><br/>Paul slipped a pair of gray sweatpants over his boxer-briefs and traded his tank top for a plain, navy blue t-shirt.  Prior to leaving his bedroom to greet her, he heard the other bathroom door close.  Shortly thereafter, the clear-cut sound of retching reached his ears.  He nervously swallowed.<br/><br/><i>Best learn how to change diapers, Old Man.</i>