This was turning out to be one bodacious dream, Paul thought, never wanting to wake up.  There was Charlette in her revealing-but-not-too-much V-neck sweater.  There was Charlette in her faded blue jeans, her curves practically screaming<i>LOOK AT ME!</i>(which, of course, he did, as it would seem rude not to).  There was Charlette dancing rather sexily.  There was Charlette grinding her hips and ass against him.  There was Charlette. . . .<br/><br/>Y’know, Charlette seemed to be the main attraction of this dream, he sleepily thought.  And then Paul felt something soft against his side.  Slowly stirring from his good sleep, he realized the dream was over and a new day was beginning and<i>Holy WTF, Batman!  </i>There was Charlette lying next to him, and it was her luscious ass against his side.<br/><br/>Having woken on his back, Paul silently thanked every patron saint he could name that he was most assuredly<i>not</i>spooning her right now.  That, needless to say, woulda been extremely awkward.<br/><br/>Wakey wakey, Old Man.  Might I interest you in a cold shower right about now?  Not amused in the slightest, Paul thought in reply, Fuck off.  I got this.<br/><br/>If you say so, Old Man.  Paul wasn’t entirely positive, but he coulda sworn he heard a faint sound of laughter.