Stunned, I sorted through the clothes. They were all very expensive, I could tell. There were four sets of lingerie, four dresses, four skirts, four p...irs of high heels, a pair of pink mules, the kind with the little puff on the vamp, and of course, there were four nightgowns or baby dolls. There were also four slips, two full ones and two half ones with camisoles that matched the bra and panty sets. And there were four really silky feeling blouses and two mohair sweaters. Geeze, any chick that. As Rick stares at the floor, he hears footsteps. Still pumped with adrenaline, his first instinct is to reach for his revolver, and it takes him about a second to realize he is safe and there’s no need for that anymore.“Knock, knock!” – Says a gentle and girly voice, which he immediately recognizes as Beth’s.“Yea, come in.”“Hey Rick! Everyone’s celebrating in the cafeteria, aren’t you joining us?”“Nah, Beth. Thank you, but I think I’ll stay here and…” – He pauses, unsure of what to say next to. I could take care of the kids but also coach volleyball. Wow!”“And that’s just one way to look at it,” I said. “The master of the karate dojo where I teach is a book editor, which is how he earns his living. His schedule is flexible, so he can do both at the same time. Both of those things make him happy.”“He’s not a full-time instructor?”“In a sense, he is, but it’s difficult to make a good living teaching karate unless you have a very large school, and even then, if you want to get the best. " Denise swallowed, and suddenly an idea surfaced that gave her a reasonable approach. "Do you believe in ghosts?"Colleen smiled, and her green eyes twinkled with mischief. "Secrets. Ghosts. Hmm. Ah-hah! I know. Dead people confide in you like that guy on TV. What's the name of the show? I remember. Crossing Over."Denise groaned inwardly. She should have realized Colleen would turn the serious subject into a light-hearted discussion. "No, although my ghost talks to me, and he isn't dead. He.