“Yeah. They’re still down there,” she deadpanned.I’d been had.My first research stop was at the Union Pacific Station Museum. I got lucky. The...museum is run by volunteers and is normally only open by reservation. I happened to pull into the parking lot about six blocks from where the original station had been just as a volunteer was opening the door to do some maintenance. He let me in to tour the exhibits, which included a variety of information about the creation of Laramie City, Wyoming.The. I said that I didn’t mind, and just touching a bit would work for me. He can enjoy the swap. I could see him getting excited, so I showed him the bedroom, and told him to not switch the light on, and just go and sleep on the bed. I told him that I was going to go the guest room. We also agreed that unless one of the wives wake up, we wouldn’t disturb each other. So, he went.I went to the guest room. Since I knew where the bed was, I slowly put a bit of light on the bed. Tina was sound. Every twenty minutes or so a uniformed police officer would stick his head in and ask if he was doing okay. They had given him a bottle of water and a package of snack crackers but they would not listen to him when he tried to explain that he didn't belong in here, that he had had nothing to do with what had happened in that parking lot. They did not want to hear it."Wait until the detectives get here," they kept repeating. "You can tell them all about it then." When will that be?" he asked. Protecting her reputation was not so obvious. I endeavored to explain to her that if her schoolmates saw her as easy for sex, protecting her body could become very difficult. She seemed to understand what I was trying to tell her, but I wasn't confident that she could make the right choices in moments of passion. I was still a little freaked out about her initiating intercourse without a condom earlier that morning. I insisted that she take the rest of the condoms with her in case she might.