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partner.  I want to ask her to the Valentine’s Day Dance.  I’m nervous about asking her out, but I just have to man up and do it.”
    Clint shared a pointed look with Jack.
    “You know that half the asking is really up to her, don’t you?” Jack asked.
    “Huh?”
    “What Jack means is she puts out signals as to whether she likes you and whether she wants to be asked.”
    “She does?”  Clint looked at the boy who was soon going to be a man.  He was now at the gangly stage where his feet and hands were too big for his body.  He looked almost like a puppy as he glanced from him to Jack and back to him again.
    “Yep.  Women and girls have been leading us around for years.” Clint chuckled.  “At least it’s what my sister Jenny told me when I was fourteen.”
    “I still don’t get it.”
    “Billy, how comfortable do you feel around Rebecca?” Jack asked.
    “I’ve never felt so good around a girl.  She makes me feel smart.  When we’re together, she acts like I’m her best friend even though I know Cammie is.”
    “That means she really likes you,” Clint piped up.  Billy rolled his eyes.
    “Clint, I know that.  She likes me as a friend .”
    “No girl makes a guy, a teenage guy, feel that good unless she likes, and I mean really, likes him,” Jack said.
    “But what about you?  Do you really like her?  Is this her first dance?  Because this shit is important.  I remember when somebody was an asshole to my little sister.”  Clint gave Billy a hard stare.
    “Damn, Clint, the kid wouldn’t be this tied up in knots if she didn’t really matter to him,” Jack said. 
    Clint smiled.  “Sorry Billy, just had a flashback to my sister crying.  Seriously dude, she’s sending out the right signals.  She likes you, likes you.  Go forth and ask her out.”  Clint cocked his head.  “I just heard our names called.”
    ****
    “W ere you giving Billy dating advice,” Lydia asked later that night.
    Clint traced the soothing lotion onto Lydia’s back, paying special attention to the three raised scars.
    “Yes.”
    “Do you wish somebody had given you advice when you were growing up?” she asked as she arched into his touch.  Clint loved the fact she now relished his hands on this part of her body she once tried to hide from him.
    “No, I like who I turned out to be.  If I had been more social, I don’t know if I would have gotten my mad computer skills and ended up being your Dork King.”  Lydia giggled, and he peeked over her shoulder so he could see her breasts bounce.
    “I can tell your ogling my breasts,” she whispered.
    “I’d have to be dead for three years before I stop ogling your breasts, Ms. Hildalgo.” He poured more of the luscious smelling lotion into his hands, and then smoothed around her ribcage and cupped her generous flesh.  She let out a moan of pleasure.
    “I think tonight I want you to let me have my way with you, what do you think of that?”
    “I think since I end up with three hundred million orgasms that way, I’m all for it.” 
    He kissed the shell of her ear.
    “Lie down on the bed, baby.”  She shifted from a sitting position, and was soon lying in front of him like a succulent playground.  The mind boggled, his eyes kept shifting unable to figure out where to look.
    “Clint, please touch me.” Lydia lifted her arms.  He linked their fingers and eased over her, then brought her arms outward until they were spread wide.  He let go. 
    “Keep them there, baby.  I don’t want any interruptions while I play.”  She whimpered, but nodded.
    “Good girl.”
    He scanned her again, and took in the visual feast she presented.  Her breasts jutted up, her rose brown nipples against her golden skin were too much to resist.  He swooped down and started to suckle.
    “More.  Harder.”  He kept going, his fingers plucking at her other nipple, continuing until her hands clutched his head. 
    Bingo.
    “Lydia, where do your hands