“Well, I think it was wonderful,” said Sharifa as she held Nicola’s hands.“Thank you,” responded Nicola.“Get your drink and come with me,�...� instructed Sharifa.Nicola did so and followed Sharifa all that evening. Every boy that spoke to her, Sharifa introduced Nicola and made a point of including her in the conversation.“Thank you for allowing me to stay in your company, your High...”Sharifa raised her hand. “Call me Sharifa. I would like to think we are friends,”“Thank you, Sharifa, but...”“But. Without confirmation that Evans was in the witness protection program, I have very little to go on. I decided that it might be time I met one of the two guys who had a brush with the law. Both were burglars which in itself seemed strange.I wondered if maybe they had done time with Evans under a different name. I sent Wilson an email requesting a check on their prisons and then facial recognition on Evans.Meantime I went to meet the smaller of the two. I followed him to a bar where he had a. Pete Elliot, writer and jazz enthusiast became my best friend at the paper, and often dragged me to smoky clubs, where stereotypical skinny men with goatees and berets hung out with statuesque brunettes with long long cigarette holders. Everyone dressed in black turtlenecks. I didn't get it.Neither did the real musicians.Pete and I met with many of the most famous jazz musicians of the time. Mostly I just smiled and shook their hands, not really recognizing their names or music, although I. "I blushed a little, "Maybe."I told him to sit on the bed and I sat next to him. Then I gently pushed him back and rolling over on to my tummy lay beside him. My hand fluttered to his T-shirt and began to massage his chest through it. I simply told him if I did anything he didn't like or want to tell me to stop. He in turn was to do nothing except lay there.My hand wandered all around that chest before slipping under his T-shirt and stroked and caressed the smooth skin of his tummy and then up.