User blog:Mr Bio Shock/Jack doesn't dance. (Incomplete)

It was January 30th, 1961. Brigid Ryan was leanong over a table in the kitchen of her San Fransisco home, finishing up a letter she was writing to the dean of students at The University of California, when she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist. Jack Ryan leaned over her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek.