Still somewhat motionless, but at least talkative, Paul remained right where he was. With Charlette still occupying his lap, it’s not like there was anywhere for him to go just yet.<br/><br/><i>Riiiiiight, Old Man. It’s not like you’re trying all that hard to leave, either.</i><br/><br/>Her succulent lips continued to target his neck. As if<i>that </i>wasn’t bad enough, she then said something that totally caught him off guard. Something unsettling about her and Jemma. “I can share,” Charlette calmly informed him.<br/><br/>For surely, Paul woulda fallen outta his chair if she hadn’t been occupying his lap. Now, it might be every other man’s fantasy to be in a threesome, with two women specifically. But it sure as hell wasn’t one of his fantasies. Okay, maybe 88% of that last statement was false, but that still left 12%. Last he checked, 12 was far better than none. Not only was one woman all he needed (if<i>needed </i>was truly the correct term), but it was pretty much all he could handle. On every conceivable plane.<br/><br/>And another thing, her mentioning the two girls bit all but confirmed she knew about Jemma and her wanting to try again. Maybe he’d let her know without remembering he did. They’d briefly met a time or two, but none of them were of the warm variety, that’s for sure. Admittedly, any and all hostility stemmed from Jemma, and only Jemma. From what he remembered, Charlette had always been indifferent about it, almost amused even.<br/><br/>As all good things must eventually come to an end, Charlette stopped kissing his neck. Whew, that was a relief, Paul thought. She zeroed in on his lips instead, kissing them slowly.<br/><br/><i>Outta the frying pan and into the fire, eh, Old Man? Hold on, wazzat?! Hmmm, sensors detect movement in the southern hemisphere. . . .</i><br/><br/>"You drive me a little crazy, but in the best ways," she declared.<br/><br/><i>Oh, yeah. Movement in the southern hemisphere has been confirmed. Roger that and 10-4! You’re on your own, Old Man. heh heh</i>