With Charlette on her way toward her room, Paul took his sweet time in drying off.  His bedroom, after all, was just on the other side of the bathroom door.  Slipping a fresh pair of boxer-briefs on, a clean tank top was next.  Somewhat dressed, he left the bathroom and collapsed on the bed.<br/><br/>Not sure if he’d doze off, Paul thought of everything that had transpired since Charlette’s arrival.  From her move-in day to just what happened in the shower only moments ago.  An easy math equation danced in his head.  She was 21 years old; he was 30.  She was livelier than the Tasmanian Devil in those cartoons.  Him, not so much, though he did manage to keep up with her so far.<i>So far.  </i>That was the key phrase.<br/><br/>Only<i>now </i>you think of this, Old Man?  As it turned out, Paul was indeed able to fall asleep.  Charlette just plain as day wore him out.