Ha!  See that, Old Man?  Even she called you an old man.  Paul certainly didn’t need any reminders, since he had heard it loud and clear from Charlette.  However, the Voice wouldn’t be the Voice if he didn’t sneak in a dig or three.  Coming from her, he was unsure how to interpret the slight.  With the Voice, he always knew it was an insult, though Charlette was probably just teasing.  He hoped so anyway.  And he was dubious about her comment about wearing him out, recalling his unplanned siesta following their shared shower.<br/><br/>Exciting? Paul thought, speculating what she could possibly mean.  Like what?  Eating dinner off of each other’s naked bodies?  He already knew what that would lead to.  Quickly dismissing the thought and mental image, he replied, “Well, I’d just like to express my gratitude for what you’ve done here.  Who knew what a little color could accomplish?  So I’ll turn it back to you, Charlette.  Cook and stay in, or go out for a bite to eat.  I’m happy to do either one.”<br/><br/>Her second kiss to his lips was accompanied by her probing tongue.  Never one to be rude, Paul returned her kiss.  What was that again about wearing him out?  He laughed at her question, already knowing what his answer would be, just in case she wasn’t joking.  “I’m gonna let you take care of that clean-up, Charlette, while you think of what you’d like to do about dinner.”<br/><br/>Nice move, Old Man.  For now.