Sitting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders. As she sipped her drink, and we again made small talk. I wanted ...o help her relax. After a while I began kissing and nibbling her ear and neck. "Jean, you look and smell delicious." I then gave her a long passionate kiss. She put her drink down, wrapped her arms around me, and eagerly returned the kiss. She then sighed, laid her head back on my arm, and closed her eyes. I opened the first two top buttons of. I’m a student working on my Master’s Degree.”“What subject?” Jack asked knowing that almost every student was willing to talk about their major and career plans.“European History with a specialization in the High Middle Ages in Germany,” Melissa asked.“Oh, the eleventh through thirteenth century,” Jack said remembering it from an article that he had read about medieval communes.“You know about the High Middle Ages?” Melissa asked raising an eyebrow.Shrugging his shoulders, Jack said, “I read a. . nothin'. I'm just kinda ... y'know. Next year."He nodded and looked thoughtful. He came over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "We'll make it work. Don't worry. Hey, worse case, I'll stay here til you graduate. Then we can go together."I stared at him. "Fuck no."He raised his eyebrows. He was only trying to lift one, but they both lifted anyway. "Come again?" Fuck no." I said clearly. "You ain't skippin' college 'cause uh me. Hell no." I looked away from him. "'Sides, how you gonna. “Somehow I saw that one coming.”Over the next week, Helen scoured the internet and local newspaper archives for traces of Jerry Walker or Def Blind. There was little. His obituary did not name his parents or surviving kin, only his birth date, Oct 11, 1963, his death date, November 29, 1989, his alma mater, his profession, and that he was survived by a daughter, Helen Melville. The obit had been put into the papers by his agent, Drew Hotchkiss, but a further search showed that man to have died.