Nearing its end, the movie was, erm, entertaining and let’s leave it at that.  Paul still insisted that the word<i>blood </i>should have somehow been incorporated into its title.  There was, after all, enough of the gooey stuff to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool.  Maybe two!<br/><br/>Charlette’s question of spending the night right where they were almost caused him to choke.  Luckily, there was neither popcorn nor Coke in his mouth at the time, for he surely would’ve gagged on either.  The Voice was nowhere to be heard, seemingly ditching him for the remainder of the evening.  Just as well, he thought.<br/><br/>Treading water, Paul saw no legitimate reason to say no to her, even though he knew better.  He really needed to mention to her how she should be seeing guys closer to her own age, now that she was free and clear of Dave.  What about her campus?  That had to be a target-rich environment for trolling interested parties.  Not that he truthfully would ever associate Charlette with trolling.<br/><br/>Having stalled long enough, Paul replied, “Uh, sure, I don’t see why not.  Dunno if you wanna take some of this stuff inside or save it for tomorrow.  Though I should turn off some lights in the house.”  Something told him, but not the Voice, that it was gonna be a long evening.