Note: These are stories, that I have either lived or heard about over the years of men being exposed in public. None of the ones I'm writing about have been arrested unless it is notated in the story. Some of them are embellished to improve the experience, but a, but all of them have at least a thread of truth to them. Not all of them are first hand accounts. I will also include a note at the conclusion of the story of the main characters and what happened to them.
Roger stood looking at Bethany, with a look of wonderment on his face. He felt that he had hit the jackpot as the words left Bethany's lips. He certainly felt like he had lucked out far beyond his wildest dreams.
At their Class Reunion he had actually met up with his old high school girlfriend and it seemed that time had healed all wounds. Especially after the way that their relationship had ended. As a result of their break up Roger had made a drastic decision to cut ties with his home town and to change locations. He had gone straight into the military after high school, and took up truck driving. While his friends found it odd that he made his move the way he did, they were still good friends. He never really paid much attention to how they felt all he knew is that they were his friends and that they would be there if they needed him. As Roger was on the road so much, he never found time to date and didn't really pursue anyone. In fact, some of rumors amongst his friends were that he still held onto that flame and crush had for Bethany back in high school. They had been an item for the last two years of school, up until prom night that is, when they had wicked fight in the middle of the prom as a slow dance was playing. They were yelling at each other, finally it ended when he slipped up and called Bethany a bitch in the heat of the argument and Bethany retaliated with an open-handed slap. It was a couple days later that Roger told his friends that he was enlisting and leaving for the Army as soon as he graduated. The friends were stunned but that was enough to make it appear that the fight with Bethany had changed him. As for Bethany, she avoided her ex-boyfriend as much as possible the rest of the year. Roger in a word seemed broken, the last few weeks of school, he barely did his work and just slid by as his excellent work the rest of the year had ensured he would graduate. In the years since Roger had seemed to move on from prom night, but he still wanted that night and that one word back.
Bethany dreaded seeing Roger as she had heard that he still held a flame and had a crush on her, but she felt forced into going by her friends and she couldn't let them down. As she had prepared for the event coming into town from her designing job in New York, she had wondered how things had gone for Roger. In all truth although she had told him that she never wanted to see him again after prom, she had really missed him. She hadn't started dating again until her junior year in college as it took her a very long time to get over Roger. Missing him, however, hadn't made her any less angry that he had called her a bitch in front of the entire school. She was the head cheerleader, and that demanded some amount of respect. She felt as if she deserved some measure of revenge for it.
Once at the picnic, it didn't take very long at all as Bethany spotted Roger and several of his friends the boys doing the whole social butterfly act talking and still flirting with their old female class mates. Devon one of Roger's friends saw Bethany first and quickly alerted his friend who were drawn to the woman like a moth to a flame. Devon clapped Roger on the shoulder as he turned away and said, "Good luck, buddy. Hope you get lucky."
Roger rolled his eyes, he didn't want to get lucky with Bethany, he wanted to apologize to her let her know that he knew he had been an ass at prom. He was desperate to rekindle the flame that he had snuffed out that one night. He truly felt and believed that he could win her back if he explained everything to her.
Once they arrived in the proximity of each other, Roger and Bethany separated themselves from the main crowd and started to talk with each other. He was still feeling kind of nervous when he spoke to her. "Hey, Beth," he was the only person to ever be allowed to call her Beth, it was almost a pet name for them.
"Hey, Rog," Bethany said to him.
"Uh, just wanted to tell you, that I'm sorry, about prom night. I never meant to call you a bitch. It was a spur of the moment thing and I was hurt at that point. I really don't think you're a bitch," Roger said to her.
Bethany smiled at him, "You can stop saying it at any time."
Roger chuckled at the fact that he kept saying it. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous about it. I just felt so bad that I had said it."
Bethany said, "It took you a while to apologize."
Roger said, "I had time to think about it."
"10 years?" Bethany questioned.
Roger said, "I couldn't find you."
"Were you looking very hard?" Bethany asked. "We have several mutual friends."
"Sorry, I moved around a lot," Roger said.
"I heard that you were driving trucks now," Bethany said.
"Now who's keeping tabs on who," Roger said chuckling.
"We had a good thing. I wasn't the one who fucked it up," Bethany said with a scowl.
It was then that Roger realized that maybe time didn't heal all wounds. "I thought that maybe in the 10 years since that maybe you had forgotten about it or at least forgiven me."
"You called me a bitch in front of the whole entire school," Bethany said. "I'm sorry Roger but that has been very hard for me to get past!"
"I'm sorry," Roger said as he started to turn to walk away. Remembering the exact reason why he had ran before just from the hurt look in her eyes.
As he turned away from her a sadistic smile came across Bethany's lips as a plan formed in her mind.
"Roger, wait! Are you seriously sorry and apologizing?" Bethany asked him as she grabbed his shoulder to turn him around,
Turning back to her, Roger had tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "Yes, I'm dead serious."
She then said in the sweetest voice that Roger had ever heard, "Are you coming to the Country Club for the dinner? We can talk more about it there."
"Yes, I am. Even got myself a tuxedo rented for the event," Roger said feeling his hope begin to soar again.
"Find me after dinner, I would love to share a couple dances with you. Maybe then I will be able to forgive you," Bethany said.
"Ok, sounds good," Roger said, somewhat confused by this sudden change in demeanor.
A couple of hours later, Bethany and her best friend Samantha were laughing in Bethany's hotel room as Bethany relayed her plan. "Do you think he will do it?" Samantha asked her friend.
