If Paul was being honest, Charlette’s distinct sigh was a little unsettling.  He was sure that she believed him about Jemma, but who really knew?  And to Jemma’s credit, she immediately backed off while the possibility of a pregnancy lingered.  They probably wouldn’t be getting together anytime soon.  But then, what if Charlette tested negative?  Would it be full steam ahead with Jemma?<br/><br/><i>C’mon, not this again!  I got only four words for you, Old Man.  Jemma.  Had.  Her.  Chance.  Andthenshefuckeditup!  Okay, technically, that’s more than four, but y’know what I mean.  Give the kid a shot already, Old Man.</i><br/><br/>Give the kid a shot?  He made it sound like a sports tryout.<br/><br/><i>Well, Charlette has been boinking your brains out quite regularly, so I’d say she’s made the team, right, Old Man?</i><br/><br/>Such a loaded question, and Paul didn’t have the answer to it.  Not right this second, anyway.  That would require epic proportions of introspection.  Besides, he was still unsure as to how Charlette felt about him, if anything.<br/><br/><i>Seriously, Old Man?!</i><br/><br/>Charlette rubbed her eyes and he assumed it was due to fatigue.  When she announced she’d be laying down for a bit, Paul figured it<i>had </i>to be fatigue.  He decided to leave her alone for the time being, so she could get some much needed rest.