She stuck out in our senior picture. Round, be-speckled, she had crazy hair and a gap-tooth smile.

She's still round, but her curves ooze sex now. Down, dirty sex. Retro framed, with a fire mane and gonna-fuck-you lips, she owns her look.

"Long time, Kis."

"Damn, you look good, Cassie."

"You always did to me."

"Got ties?"

"None that matter."

By morning we've fucked our way to heaven too many ways to count. They'll probably just trash the sheets.

I'd wanted to burn the invite, but stopped.

Maybe the years had beat the bitches and rewarded the back row girls?