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Chapter 1 1

Kaleb2

I stood up and whipped the tear from my eye. I haven’t laughed that hard in years. Well, not since the time my friend Joey went streaking down college campus and got sprayed by a skunk. Woo wee he stunk like a fresh cow pie on the 4th of July. That was before we met Damon back when Joey and I walked everywhere. 3

Damon told us about this little town he lived at for a couple years and we all decided to jump in his truck and come see it. Just us guys, in a truck, with dirt bikes in the back fun, huh? We stopped at the local gas station and there was this girl that the devil himself would have run from. Britney, her name was Britney.4

Her voice was high and squeaky like nails on a chalkboard, or a key against a car. Her shirt, if you could call it a shirt, covered little, if any, of her chest. The skirt was low enough to show her thong, but short so you could see the bottom of her butt check. The platform sandals on her what I would call clown feet. Her make up made her look like Mimi off the Drew Carrie show. You know, bright colored eye shadow all the way up to your forehead, blush that made her face look like an air brushed Barbie; all I was thinking is “this is incest gone wrong.”5

When we all got in the truck Joey and Damon sat in the front and I sat in the back. I had just about given up on the hope there was any chance of a beautiful girl being here then I saw her, walking in a group of three I found out later her name was Chase. Now back to were I started.6

After dusting myself off, I look Chase. Her crystal blue eyes full of lust, fun, and hidden fear. What was she scared of? Could I help her? These thoughts were running through my mind, then she took off running at me, I stammered my mind flipped.7

“What the” is all that seeped through my lips.8

Her soft lips pressed against mine. This is one of those days when I wish I would have shaved the stubble on my face.9

I could not believe the passion behind her lips this girl of eighteen was full of the passion, lust, and thrill of a girl twice her age. Yet there was innocence about her that I craved. I being a twenty year old in three weeks I was the youngest of the group of males. She was wearing Burt’s bee wax chap stick, unlike most girls who wear that sticky, goopy lip gloss. The scent she put out was enticing yet strong. I was completely enthralled by her. She was the cinch to my western saddle, the bit to my headstall, the lead rope to my well maybe I am getting ahead of myself. I could not imagine that an eighteen year old would through me off balance like this.10

I finally pulled myself away. I touch her check with my thumb; I wish I didn’t have these cowboy hands. Amazingly she doesn’t pull back from my hand. Instead she holds it to her cheek. Then as if my great aunts Beatrice, God rest her soul, sent him to torture me, Joey ruined the moment.11

“Welcome back to reality and the planet we call earth,” Joey said. I just about decked him.12

“Joe you better watch it before I make it impossible for you to come back to reality,” I said but I was laughing so it wasn’t too scary.13

Well against my will the group decided to ride the steal horses or in their lingo dirt bikes. What is so exciting bout riding right up against the girl that drives me mad? On a machine that doesn’t have a mind of its own. Or Chase wrapping her delicate, small, soft, exquisite arms around me. The smell of coconut lime verbena brushing off her clothing on to my back. Her nails digging into my pecks. The smile on her face, the helmet hair.14

“So let’s get going,” I say picking up Chase throwing her over my shoulder and walking to the truck.15

“Let me go,” Chase screams then she bites my neck.16

Instant Jell-O, my hands start to shake. It takes every once of my will power not to rip those baggy jeans right off her. I set her in the truck. Then this maraschino cherry pulls me on top of her and kisses me like only she could. She dug her fingers into my back. I try to pull myself up then she pulled me back down. When I finally got her to release Joey was standing and acting like he was taking a picture.17

“Joey, you better put that invisible camera up,” I said standing up a red bite mark appeared on my neck.18

Joey made his I am an innocent angel innocent my half a ton bull’s butt. If Joey was an angel than I am Princesses Consuela banana hammock the third. I’m pretty sure I am no princess. See Joey, although my best bud in the world is from the city were they had to pull off innocent all the time. Were as I am from a little ranch town in the south were chivalry is imbedded on us. Were different but I think that is what makes us best friends. 19