Contemplating his answer, he struggled while in the “hot zone.”  A familiar voice didn’t exactly help.  Welcome to the jungle, Old Man.  Shut the hell up was his inner reply.  “Y’know, Charlette, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”  He shifted uneasily on the balls of his feet, while keeping vigil on the cooking fried rice.<br/><br/>Nip this in the bud, Old Man.  Now!  Paul had to agree on that point, as he now thought it best to lay it on the line for her.  “See, Charlette, if we were to do that again, I’m not so sure I could handle the, uh, temptation with you there next to me.  And I, um, wouldn’t wanna be the cause of a mistake for you.  Plus, there’s Dave to consider.”  Dave had to count for something in all this! he desperately thought.<br/><br/>He smiled weakly at her, as he began to serve the fried rice on two plates.  Paul quickly poured for them glasses of orange juice, which he felt would assist with her condition even more.  Thinking a change of subject was best, he inquired, “So tell me about your nursing classes, Charlette.  What exactly are you taking?”  People always enjoyed talking about themselves.  He was hopeful that she was no different.