Passing Charlette’s bedroom on his way to his own, he confirmed that taking his car was fine.  It was, after all, still filthy from his previous jaunt for photographs.  Paul saw no sense in taking her clean Volkswagen.  This was added incentive to wash and wax his Subaru upon return.  His vehicle’s all-wheel drive always came in handy, especially with today’s destination in mind.<br/><br/>He switched to a pair of swimming trunks, and then slipped over it black cargo shorts which stopped at the knees.  Cargo shorts were a favorite of his since they boasted so many pockets.  One could never have too many pockets, in his opinion.  The final item for his hiking ensemble was a plain, light-gray cotton t-shirt.  His hiking boots were near the front door, so a clean pair of socks was also called for.<br/><br/>Nearing the end of his outdoor wardrobe changes, Paul beseeched the Swimsuit gods to see to it that Charlette was wearing a one-piece bathing suit.  That was tempting enough, but he knew without a doubt that it would be difficult to keep his eyes off of her if she chose a two-piece.  Sighing, he thought it best to just get on with the day.  After all, he knew that Charlette wasn’t going anywhere in the foreseeable future.<br/><br/>She was patiently waiting for him by the front door.  The sight of her denim cut-offs and white tank top quickened his pulse rate, as she was truly something to behold.<i>Eye candy </i>came to mind, as did<i>yummy.</i>And then there was . . .  Snap out of it, Old Man.<br/><br/>Bearings regained, he swallowed hard, as he sat and quickly laced up his ankle-high hiking boots.  As they buckled up in his Subaru<i>Crosstrek,</i>Paul once again questioned Dave’s intelligence, as well as sanity.  The manner in which he saw things, how could a so-called boyfriend neglect or mistreat someone as tantalizing as Charlette?