See?  Even she called you an old man, Old Man.  Paul just shook his head, as there was no suitable rebuttal for that.  So he kept on going, not bothering to slow down or check on her status.  It’s not like he sped up either, though.<br/><br/>C’mon, Old Man, you’re not pissed at her, are you?  She’s just telling it like it is.  Do you ever shut up? Paul shot back.  No, came the expected reply.  Oh wait, yeah, I do, Old Man.  When we’re sleeping, but other than that, not so much.<br/><br/>Ironically, Charlette had called for him to slow the pace.  He had to admit that it was somewhat gratifying to hear that from her.  Paul turned to watch her remove the white tank top.  And right there and then, the mystery was instantly solved.  She was wearing a two-piece.  Curse you, Swimsuit gods! he thought.  Although to be honest, he didn’t curse them too vehemently.  He shook his head at her apology, saying, "Nothing to apologize for, Charlette.  It is rather warm, so I totally understand."<br/><br/>Not quite on full display, her bust was still a sight to enjoy.  The Swimsuit gods were probably laughing at his current, uncomfortable dilemma.  No doubt, also enjoying the view, the bloody sods.<br/><br/>So what you gonna do, Old Man?  Dunno, was his quick response.  I was wondering if I could somehow manage walking backwards from here on out.  Silence.  That never, ever got old.<br/><br/>Sneaking one last peek, Paul acknowledged Charlette with a nod and turned to complete their trek.