The Invitation
From Torg Adventure
The fancy envelope sat in Jane's mailbox when she got home from her job as a business analyst. Her address was written in neat calligraphy, and the return address was printed in gold ink. She opened it first before any of the bills.
It read:
Kennedy High School Class of 1995 Reunion
You are cordially invited to the 10th Year Kennedy High School Reunion of the Class of 1995. This year's activities will take place at the Regency Hotel downtown on August 6th and 7th, and they will consist of:
1) Tour of the school and picnic lunch on Saturday at noon ($15), 2) Dinner and dancing at the Hotel Saturday from 6pm until 2am ($80), 3) Champagne brunch on Sunday at 10am ($25)
Hotel rooms will be at a discounted rate of $60 per night. Please return the RSVP card by June 1st.
Hope to see you there!
The Reunion Committee Bridget O'Hara and Phil Masters
Wow! Had it really been ten years since high school? The time had really flown. Jane thought back to her time at Kennedy with a mixture of good and bad memories. She had been a late developer with thick glasses, so she hadn't been noticed as much by the boys. She had had one boyfriend when she was a senior, but he had dumped her after a few months for Michelle Hartman, who had much bigger tits. It was only after starting college that Jane had completely filled out and matured, and there she started getting dates regularly.
She also thought back to all the boys she'd had crushes on. The invitation reminded her of one: Phil Masters. He and Bridget were the king and queen of the Prom; he was class president, captain of the basketball and baseball teams, and all-American hunk. His wavy blonde hair was legendary, and his chiseled features and muscular body had fueled many of the fantasies of the class' girls.
Jane wondered what they all looked like, what they did, and who they were with now. Then a thought struck her, and her mouth dropped open: maybe she could see the guys she'd longed for and get them into her bed. Sort of a harmless revenge, but also an affirmation of her changes since high school.
She walked to the hallway mirror and checked herself out. Jane had developed a classic hourglass figure with firm softball-sized breasts. Her shiny brown hair was just past her shoulders, easy to take care of, yet long enough to style. A couple years ago, she had splurged and bought laser eye surgery, so the thick glasses were gone. She took yoga and dance classes to keep fit. All in all, she looked very good. She just might be able to do it.
Her mind started turning this idea over and over; plans were forming.
What does she do next?
