Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off the dance floor.Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then decided he didn't need one. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked. "I'm Jill," she said. "Yah, and I'm Jack." They would have laughed, but both of them had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that nei- ther even found this real life coincidence at all funny. 'So, I bet now he's going to ask me to go for a walk with him. Why do guys always use the same lines?' she thought to herself. "So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It's a beautiful evening." 'Well,' she thought, 'at least a walk will be more fun than this party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing which wasn't totally average about this party was the slow dance, and I don't even like to slow dance.' "Sure," she said, "where are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?" She'd been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination. "Yah," he said. Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided to appraise him. 5' 9", brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair was combed. She would take what she could get. "Let's go." The walk to Jack's place was too long. The party had been at one of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad, away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by now. |