Gazing at the sand nearby, he swallowed and listened to the type of men (or boys, according to her) she tended to attract.  Not fooling himself, or her, he had no appropriate response to her last statement.  So he chose to hold his silence.<br/><br/>Too bad someone else didn't feel the same way.  Wake up, Old Man.  I cannot<i>believe </i>you are not fucking seeing what is so clear for you to see!<br/><br/>Quit talking in riddles, ass-hat! was Paul's attempt at a reply.<br/><br/>There are no riddles to speak of, Old Man!  She fucking likes you!  And SHE, a devious chuckle he knew he heard, is the storm that is headed your way.  Sooner or later. . . .