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of her had my dick bulging in my boxers yet again, which seemed to be an all too common occurrence when I thought of her.
    I could remember one of the few times Buck spoke about his family with me. He hardly ever mentioned them, considering his wife left him shortly after the death of their son. She had blamed him for the whole ordeal. But every once in a while, he would get a far-off look in his eyes and would start talking about something in particular. Drama had snitched one day that I was fucking girls in high school for revenge and Buck wanted to let me in on a secret.
    “Boy, you better make sure you wrap that little dick of yours up tight. We don’t need no extra mouths to feed around here. When you finally get done fucking around with those bitches and start looking for the one to settle down with, I hope your dumb ass is smart enough to snatch her up when you find her. You’ll know she’s the one when your balls feel like you got broken glass in them every time you think about her. When you are ready to kill or be killed for that bitch, trust me, she’s the one. Don’t be a fucking fool and let her get away like I did. I regret few things in this life, boy, very few things, but I can tell you now, I’ll always regret that one.”
    Of course, I was an asshole about the whole thing and told him I had it under control. He never tried to force any of us not to follow our own paths in life, but on occasion, he would try to impart some of his old-school wisdom as only Buck could. I could see now the point he was trying to make about the broken glass in your balls. I ached to have Clover in my bed and prayed I was smart enough to keep her there.
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    I made my way over to Clover’s house in record time. I didn’t want to keep her waiting. I jumped out of my truck and made my way to the front porch, ready to ring the doorbell, when the front door was wrenched open and there stood a pretty girl I assumed was one of Clover’s sisters. Clover had explained to me during one of our many walks that she didn’t look anything like her two sisters, but I thought she was completely wrong. I could very much see Clover in this girl standing before me.
    “Hey, is Clover home?” She gave me an appreciative look before answering.
    “And who might you be, handsome?” I’m sure she knew exactly who I was, judging by the smirk on her face, but I decided to play along.
    “I’m Range, and you are?”
    “I’m Shelly, Clover’s sister. Come on inside. She’s all ready for you.”
    I took a step inside and noticed right away how homey their house felt. There were family pictures spread all around each wall, beginning from when the girls were babies. I noticed Clover’s baby photos right away, since she was lighter than the rest of the family with blondish hair versus their dark hair. She had chubby cheeks and a huge smile on her face as she tried to blow out candles on what looked like her birthday cake. The rest were various pictures of all the girls growing up during family outings and vacations, none of which I’d ever had in my life. I almost envied her for growing up in such a loving family, but I couldn’t fault her for that. It made her the person she was today. Damn, in each picture she seemed to get more and more beautiful as she got older.
    I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and when I turned around, the vision before me made me want to drop to my knees and thank God to be alive. Clover was descending the stairs with another girl, who was more than likely her other sister, Ashley, right behind her, but it was Clover who had my full attention.
    “Hey, Range. I’m ready to go if you are.”
    I took a step toward her with an almost animalistic need to touch her somehow. I reached up with my hand and lightly ran my index finger across her cheek as I looked into her beautiful eyes to convey my need, making her blush a beautiful shade of pink almost immediately.
    “Hey, tootsie baby. You look beautiful.” I