Although Paul was somewhat disgruntled at the knock on the door, it actually couldn’t have come at a more opportune time.  For you see, Charlette was ramping up her minxy ways with her kisses and nibbles.  Removing himself from the recliner, Paul shook himself as the tinglies slowly subsided.  It didn’t appear to him that she was expecting anyone, and neither was he, for that matter.  He hoped it wasn’t Dave, her ex, as he didn’t feel like being caught in the middle of an argument between the two.<br/><br/>You could’ve just ignored the knock, Old Man.<br/><br/>Ha!  Not when it allowed him the chance to escape the seductive clutches of Charlette.  Opening the door, he kinda wished it had been Dave, as he stared at a familiar face.  Well, that’s just freaking great, Paul thought, looking at Jemma, his own ex.<br/><br/>She glanced past him, noticing who was on the recliner.  Jemma also picked up on Charlette’s positioning, instantly telling her that Paul had been sitting next to her.  It was most unhelpful that Charlette left the blanket on the couch when she joined him.  Her frilly, pink, floral tank top and pajama shorts were on full display, trying to conceal what was beneath.  Jemma turned her attention back to her former boyfriend, with an unreadable expression on display for all to see.