Almost as soon as Paul’s head hit his pillow, sleep claimed him.  The IPA at<i>Mama’s Home-Made Pizza </i>tended to have that effect on him.  He couldn’t be bothered with changing into his bedtime tank top, so his t-shirt would have to do for the night.  At least he managed to remove his jeans and socks, which now lay in a heap next to the nightstand.  It had been a long day, seemingly made longer by Jemma’s ambush announcement.  Then there was the ever-present Charlette, which only compounded the issue of Jemma’s request.<br/><br/>With two hot women on his mind, it should come as no surprise that his subconscious had a field day with this.  All at his expense, of course.  There was Jemma, hair whipping in the wind caused by the ferry crossing the sound.  Paul remembered how she always seemed to look good in the sunshine.  There was Jemma, tossing bits of bread into the air for the seagulls on ferry-escort patrol.  The scavenging birds did that a lot, ever hopeful of a handout, exactly like she was providing them.  There was Jemma, suddenly turning toward her left, a scowl having displaced her beautiful smile.<br/><br/>Wait a second!  What the hell was Charlette doing here?!  There was Charlette, approaching Jemma while wearing the friendliest of expressions.  She offered a slight wave to his ex.  There was Charlette, firmly grasping Jemma’s shoulders, and then nonchalantly tossing her overboard.  There was Charlette, now seductively smiling at him.<br/><br/>Holy crap!  This can’t be good!  Jemma doesn’t know how to swim!<br/><br/>Paul jerked out of his dream, relieved that that’s all it was.  It was one of those dreams that was way too vivid for his liking.<br/><br/>Knock, knock, Old Man.  Now lemme get this straight.  You’re truly considering neglecting a sweet and fine<b><i>21</i></b>-year-old piece of ass for a<b><i>31</i></b>-year-old piece of ass?  That’s sucky math, Old Man, even for you.  A lengthy pause, and then.  Staying quiet, huh?  Very well.  Just thought you should know, Old Man, that the sweet and fine<b><i>21</i></b>-year-old piece of ass is laying right next to you.<br/><br/>Damn, he was a chatterbox tonight.  Yeah, right, Charlette’s laying next to me, he dismissively thought.  Paul then jerked again, although this was no dream to wake from.  She was indeed right there next to him.  At least now he knew why the bed was warmer than usual.  Not about to protest at this hour, his eyelids sluggishly closed shut.