She insisted, but I insisted too. It's Christmas time! Anyways, it was almost time. I proceeded in the basement, where the Santa outfit was hidden.I g...abbed the boots, the pants, the false tummy, the jacket, the beard, the glasses and the hat. I looked at her, and she seemed lost in her thoughts once again. Anyways, I thought she had already seen a guy in boxers before, so I started to put the suit. I undressed, and then she realized she was looking at me. She gasped, said she was sorry. I said. For a moment she seemed startled and surprised by the coach’s now gruff tone. “Here’s an idea,” Coach Doyle drawled. “I’ll keep coaching this team to the championship next week and you…” He let his eyes run up and down Darlene’s figure. “Well…you just do what you do best.” With that, the coach walked off to congratulate the team. Darlene was left standing by herself as everyone else was cheering and surrounding the boys. She regained her composure. With a pout upon her lips, she turned and. His clothing was typical for the the western U.S. ranching region, but his footwear was not. His tanned leather moccasins, high-topped and laced in the style of a rider's leggings, decorated in intricate bead work designs, were not at all typical of modern western wear among anyone, let alone a white man.The elderly investigator studied the photos. The manner of hairstyle, the headband, the moccasins and leggings, all stirred his suspicions. He began to associate the manner of Father Bernard's. As he finally left her completely naked, she paused and sat down."I know we never talked about this the first time around, Harry, but I feel like you should know. I never, you know..." She left it hanging for a minute. "Dean always wanted to, Harry, but I felt like I couldn't. Even when I was dating him, I was still holding out hope for you, so it didn't feel right. In the end, I think that's part of why we broke up." Harry felt as though this would be an inopportune time to mention the helping.