I put on my jacket and went out to the car.

Tell you what let me just get on my jacket.

He put on the cold jacket and went down the hill.

I took one look at the photograph on the jacket and knew it was the same guy.

Not until she stopped and pulled on her jacket did he close the door.

She showed him the photograph of himself on the back jacket, a photo that was four years old now.

She got up, put on her jacket, and walked quickly out of the restaurant.

I pulled on my jacket and tried to forget the whole thing.

She started putting on her jacket and stood up, turning around.

The blood had dried on his jacket in the heat of the day.