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fixed that day.
    Taking a step back, Paul allowed
himself the freedom to think about Rachel. She had been the one woman he wanted
and could never have. Everything Darren had described Paul felt for Rachel. There
was no mistaking it. Rachel definitely was the one.
    Packing up his gear, Paul thought
about her. He thought about all his memories of her growing up with him and
Mitch. When she was a kid, Rachel would follow him and her brother around all
day. He and Mitch hadn’t minded at the time. It was only when they got a bit
older and became interested in girls themselves that they started to have a
problem with Rachel being around. After a few months, Rachel had simply stopped
bugging them and went back to her dolls. She went away and did her own thing. Mitch
had been thankful for the loss of his sister’s presence in their lives, while Paul
had missed her endless chatter. He liked having her around, and he never found
her company a burden. With age, watching her from afar became an obsession. Warning
all the guys that surrounded her became an obsession, too.
    At the time, Paul had never put his
actions down to anything other than concern. Rachel was Mitch’s little sister.
She needed them to protect her, and he did. Then the night of her eighteenth
birthday happened, waking him up and putting him in his own personal nightmare,
a nightmare he could never escape from. It was the same party where Mitch and
Rachel tried to get over the deaths of their parents three years before and
move on with their lives. Paul had been with them during the most horrid night
of their life. He was there for Mitch to rant at and there for Rachel to cry on
his shoulder. Mitch had been allowed to take care of his sister. The social
worker felt it would be easier for Rachel to stay with her brother rather than
enter care for three years. Paul’s family had promised to be there to assist.
Both families were good friends prior to the Kramers ’
deaths. That same party when Rachel turned eighteen Paul had watched her and
planned to make her his woman. He was twenty-eight and had started up his
mechanic shop. Paul had planned to marry her and give her a life full of love.
He hadn’t spoken to her brother about his intentions. First he’d wanted to know
what Rachel thought of being his woman. Looking back, Paul recalled he never
got the chance to ask Rachel what she thought.  
    The shock had come when Mitch took
him to one side and ordered him away from her. Mitch had spoken about how
Rachel deserved better than a one night stand. Paul never got the chance to put
Mitch in his place. He couldn’t, not after everything the two had been through.
Paul still had both of his parents while Mitch and Rachel had no one, not even
a distant relative to keep them company.
    It didn’t matter to Mitch that Paul never
had any intention of treating her like a one night stand. Even back then, what
he felt for Rachel went far deeper than a quick fuck. The thought of hurting
her made him want to tear his own heart out and offer it to her. She was
everything to him, and over the course of this supposed teaching he would show
her how much she meant to him and make it so she could not live without him. He
was a selfish bastard. Rachel wasn’t looking to be with him for anything other
than to know about sex.    
    He left Darren to deal with the last
of the cars and went home.
    Paul got home with enough time to
properly prepare for tonight. He showered and shaved, dressed in casual blue
jeans and a white shirt. Before he headed over to Rachel’s he checked through
his supply of sex toys spread out over his bed. All of them were still in their
packaging. He’d bought them a couple of years ago and kept them in a box marked
“Rachel”.   All of the toys spread out on
the bed had never been used on another woman, and he would never dream of
having another woman use them. They were his supply for Rachel alone. The sex
toys he’d used on other women were in the