Paul said nothing when she helped herself to a third glass of wine. And it would stay that way, knowing those tests she took were upsetting to her. Unsure if the alcohol was speaking for her, Charlette asked, "Young and sexy? So what's she?”<br/><br/>“Well, no, I can’t stop you if that’s what you wanted to do,” he said. “Thing is, I think she’s still sexy. She, on the other hand, would not think of herself in either of those terms. She’s a year older than me, if that matters. So yeah, she’s 10 years your senior.”<br/><br/>Charlette considered his answers but chose not to respond. Instead, she took her glass to the living room. Soon after, music filled his ears and he watched as she danced to the rhythms.<br/><br/><i>Don’t even think about it, Old Man. Stay. Right. Where. You. Are. With those yoga pants of hers, she’d slay you in an instant.</i><br/><br/>For as long as he could remember (much longer, for sure), Paul would actually adhere to that advice.