High School Reunion
I found an old high school friend on Facebook, who was single. My birthday was coming up and he flew out to celebrate with me. I invited him to stay at my house, like I would with any other old friend, and the arrangements were that he would take my room and I would sleep in my 17 year-old son’s room. The weekend was going well and we were really hitting it off. He wore a football championship ring, similar to a Super Bowl ring. But, he only went to community college and never even finished, and now is a prosthetic technician. So of course this ring, combined with his 6-foot, six-inch frame, attracted attention everywhere we went. He played on this all weekend.
We got home one night after drinking and one thing led to another and we had sex. Afterward, I left to go back to my son’s room. Everything was all good right? Wrong! My son found a condom wrapper in the trash and went nuts, screaming and telling everyone in my family that I had sex. I was so embarrassed that I insisting on paying for a hotel for the remainder of his stay. As we continued our visit, I noticed more and more I was picking up the tab. Even for my own birthday dinner! When it was time to leave, he asked if I could pay for his baggage fee and if I had $20 so he could have money to eat at the airport. He insisted that when he got home, he was going to send me some money. Of course he didn’t.



