You saved Larry," the sheriff said. "Take pride in that." I do, and thanks for reminding me that I don't always fail. I needed that. Larry might know ...al's whereabouts." I won't ask him to give up his friend, Coach. Cal will show up." You're a good man, Sheriff Ken Hansen. I'm proud to know you." Ditto, Coach."We said goodbye, and I hung up. My phone rang before I could make the next call."Hello," I said."Coach John Windom?" Speaking," I said."My name is Owen Gardner. I'm a reporter for the Ely. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" I asked tartly. "I'm sure he can hear you just fine."My mom frowned and peered at me. "What are you wearing under your jacket?"I looked down and realized I'd forgotten I was almost topless under my now gaping jacket and anyone who cared could see right down to my navel. With a partially muffled 'eeeep' I whipped my jacket closed and blushed furiously.Ty's eyebrows had climbed to his brow but his smile looked pretty satisfied. "Yes, what are you wearing under. She just started pulling me towards the bedroom. Looking the way she did I would follow her anywhere so I jumped up and followed. Once we were in the bedroom, she turned me around and pushed me onto the bed on my back. I just flopped down. There were times when my wife would take charge in the bedroom but never quite like this. She would get on top and grind herself to a finish from time to time but never take charge of the whole event. I was not going to stop her though. This was a side of my. Realizing that it was just too big to put them everywhere, they settled for putting candles in the master bedroom, the small kitchen and outside in the garden. It was a clear day and was going to be a clear night, so it was unlikely that they'd need the ones outside. Jane and Ken also put several candle lanterns inside the study, so they could find their way around without stumbling around in the dark.Ken was starving despite the snack he'd had when they got back. So they sat and munched food.