Jen, the head cheerleader could have anyone, then or now. I am a lucky guy. Jen is such a good, strong person that when I make love to her, I feel tha... I am drawing on her strength. I told her that once. She smiled. She did not seem surprised. We hear Beth squeak, at half second intervals. ‘Sounds like one coyote has jumped on another,’ Jen says, laughing. ‘Jim Ed has already put in his two inches of reserves,’ I answer, chuckling. We are kissing. I watch her eyes, and rub my hands through her. Most surprising were the tears he shed. He was always so calm, so in control.She stepped on the porch, heading for the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible."Hi, Les."She jumped. He was sitting in the swing. The porch light wasn't on and she hadn't noticed him."Jesus, Kenny. You scared me. Come on, let's go inside." No, come sit by me for awhile. Let's enjoy the breeze for a few minutes."He patted the space beside him on the swing."Where were you? You said you were here, but you weren't. He wanted her to be with him as he traveled the highways. With him, when he stopped at night in some lonely rest area, on an even lonelier interstate highway. He wanted to have her next to him, when he went into a truck stop for his dinner. He looked into her soft green eyes. "Amanda, I love you!" He drew her into his arms and kissed her again. This time with all the passion, he had within him. In the back of his mind, he wondered how he could have found someone so beautiful. To him, she. ”He shuffled through some paperwork on his desk and read something, “We have also had other complaints about Frankie Yates and we have been looking for him in particular. Your description matches the one we have from a family on the south side of town. They alleged that he stole their twelve-year-old daughter.”Vincent told him about the twelve-year-old that went missing near the border and what the prisoner had said Frankie did to them. He mentioned that Frankie liked to torture them to make.