Damn, even with bed-head, she still looked hot.  In order to combat this, Paul needed to think about things he unequivocally loathed: golf, broccoli, the Pittsburgh Penguins, tofu.  And was that stretch of hers really necessary?!<br/><br/>Answer her question, Old Man.<br/><br/>Still on his back, Paul shrugged and smiled at her.  “We had a good time tonight,” he began.  “Er, last night, I meant.”  Like Charlette, he was also shaking the loose (and not-so loose) cobwebs from his data banks.<br/><br/>“Right around bedtime, you said something about wanting to lay with someone for the night.  Nothing more.  So I said okay.”  His right hand gestured slightly around them.  “And this is why you are, where you are right now,” he finished with a dazed grin.