Having hung up with his ex, who wasn’t too appreciative of being in relationship limbo, the ceiling garnered his attention yet again.  Paul kept his gaze there while all sorts of crazy ideas swirled in his head.  His attention was diverted by the knock on his bedroom door.  Charlette was softly asking for permission to enter.<br/><br/><i>Careful, Old Man.  She’s gonna jump your bones again.  She just can’t get enough of your. . . .</i><br/><br/>Shut it!<br/><br/>Paul rarely closed his door, and even when he did, she still snuck in a few times to crawl into his bed.  Only surefire way to keep her out would be to lock that door, which he wasn’t about to do.<br/><br/>“It’s open, Charlette,” he called out.