While Paul stumbled for words (him mentioning dinner and let’s go eat doesn’t count), Charlette leaned back just a bit too far and fell backwards out of the chair. As a result, her breasts spilt out of her tank top entirely, and she giggled hard. Predictably, her giggles added to her jiggles.<br/><br/><i>Sheesh! Girl’s got some serious boobage. You’d be remiss to pass that up, Old Man.</i><br/><br/>Remiss?<br/><br/><i>Ya like that word, huh? I read, too, y’know.</i><br/><br/>Who knew? Paul thought, while watching Charlette tuck her fun bags away. It wasn’t all that long ago, after all, that he had his lips, tongue, and hands all over those fun bags.<br/><br/><i>The good ol’ days, eh, Old Man? But wait! For just 10 bucks more, those fun bags could be all yours! Oh yeah, and don’t forget those three little words. Well, four, if you decide to include her name. haha</i><br/><br/>Three little words, my ass, Paul mused quite accurately. He remembered saying it to Jemma on more than one occasion. And look where<i><u>that</u></i>got him.<br/><br/><i>Hey, dickhead! For the last fuckin’ time, she ain’t Jemma! Fuck, some people!</i><br/><br/>As his profanity-laced muttering continued, Charlette announced, "Good, I'm hungry."<br/><br/>Perfect distraction, Paul figured. And as a bonus, he’d once again get to enjoy his mother’s recipe for spaghetti and meatballs.<br/><br/>For whatever reason, Led Zeppelin’s<i>Gallows Pole </i>popped into his muddled head. With two women now seemingly vying for his attention, it sure as hell felt that way. Still, it’d be worth the price of admission to witness Jemma’s expression after telling her that Charlette said she thinks she loves him. Knowing Jemma, she’d focus on the word<i>thinks.</i>