If there was one thing Paul had learned about her since she’d moved in, it was that Charlette pretty much wore her heart on her sleeve.  Whether she did this on purpose or if it was a natural tendency for her, he had no idea.  Although it was quite obvious to him that she wasn’t too thrilled with what he had to say, she at least didn’t comment about any of it.  And she’d never know how appreciative he was for her silence.<br/><br/>As if to prove her point, Charlette sighed deeply, and then drifted off to sleep.  Following their recent romp, Charlette’s sudden snoozing must’ve been contagious.  Paul’s eyelids grew heavier the longer he motionlessly lay there.  A few more blinks, and he finally joined her in Dreamland.<br/><br/><i>Sweet dreams, Old Man.  Y’know, you still gotta choose. . . .</i>