Psst, Old Man.  So now what?  She your girlfriend?  Or!  Or!  How about this?!  You two are bf-gf and then you rent out that room to another hottie!  Threesome, baby!  You like?  Hello?  Didja hear what I said?!<br/><br/>Not wanting to, Paul rolled out of bed and dressed himself with a pair of sweatpants and a<i>Gears of War </i>t-shirt replacing the tank top.  Anything to shut him up.<br/><br/>Wondering what Charlette was up to (outside of recharging her sexual-tornado batteries!), he went looking for her.  Bathroom empty.  Not in her bedroom.<br/><br/>Movement and activity was heard, coming from the beyond the front door.  A glance out the window revealed: Charlette planting flowers?<br/><br/>Psst, Old Man.  Don’t forget the white picket fence. . . .