Not only was this going to be a class reunion but it was an anniversary of sorts. My senior year our football team won conference and I knew that they... had had a get-together on Friday at the football game every year. It wasn't anything formal just standing around reminiscing about old times. My parents recently moved to Florida and the rest of my family was scattered around the country so I made reservations at a motel in the next city over about 10 miles away.The morning of the reunion I. Could be worth something in a few years, or if I come across the right buyer. On the other hand...” He took a step to one side, picking up a VW emblem that had caught his eye on top of the very first stack of boxes inside the door. “How much do you want for this?” “I have no idea,” she responded, and shrugged. “How about ten bucks?” “I’ll pop at ten bucks.” He held out his hand. Denise shook his hand, wearing an amused smile. “That’s what we call breaking the ice. Now, it’s time to get dirty,. She's too tired to be embarrassed as she hunches over to catch her breath. On the way home, she passes the restaurant. The waitress is still there, cleaning tables on the patio. Despite her exhaustion, Stacy's nerves make her stomach uncomfortable. Come on. You have to do this. You have to talk to her. Or you'll never forgive yourself… ~~~~~~ Stacy finishes a hot shower and blow dries her hair. She lays out a bunch of outfits on her bed as she tries to decide on one. Cute? Or Sexy…? ~~~~~~. "Just before I left home, I sent Ava a text message saying Donna and I were on the way, then we climbed into 'my' car and drove off. I drove slowly to give me more time to check with Donna whether she'd blabbed to anyone else about my marathon running session, or whether she would blab when we got to the club today.A very anguished Donna promised me earnestly that she'd learned her lesson, including "I'll NEVER do that." You mean, you'd never do it AGAIN?"By the time we got to the Club, Donna.