Meghan was a beauty. Jack looked down at his young wife and he was amazed again how lucky he was to have her. She was dancing slowly and seductively to the music, her arms raised and her hips moving slowly in a circle.
His eyes roamed over her body, starting at her cute feet, wrapped in black heels, then up her long, lean legs encased in pantyhose. He didn't think she needed the hose but he guessed she didn't want to look too casual. The invitiation did say semi-formal. He moved on to her black skirt, not too short but short enough to give a glimpse every now and then of her lovely thighs. Her white shirt, tucked in and open halfway down her chest, showing her white silk blouse. He smiled as he thought of the frilly white lace camisole she had on under the blouse. When she put in on this afternoon he teased her that she should just wear it by itself. She laughed and hit him on the shoulder, her full breasts bouncing under the flimsy fabric, instantly giving him a painful erection.
"You just relax tiger, there'll be time enough for that." She had said in a sexy little voice as she patted his bulge and skipped into the bathroom to finish dressing.
He looked down at her now as she continued to dance with her eyes closed in the smoky bar. Her short brown hair was a little wet from all of her dancing which just made her that much sexier as it stuck to her pretty face. Jack thanked again whatever powers had been responsible for bringing her to him.
He was glad he came to the reunion. At first he was unsure if he wanted to return but she was insistent. She so loved parties and getting dressed up but her real passion was dancing. She drug him to every event she could if it meant she could get him on the dance floor. He could never resist her, after all that was how they met. He was at the office party and she was dancing. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and he still couldn't even after three years of marriage.
Jack looked around the bar and remembered the many parties he attended here when he was a student. He shook his head and smiled when he thought of how wild they used to get. But, that was a long time ago, ten years in fact.
"Jack!" he snapped out of his trance when he heard his name. He turned to see his friend Tom screaming at him above the pounding music.
"Jack, let's go get some more beers! The girls are going to the bathroom!" Tom yelled.
Jack saw Meghan and Kristi now dancing together. Meghan was running her hands up and down Kristi's sides. God Damn! He thought. Did she do these things on purpose to make him suffer or was she just naturally so fucking hot she couldn't help it.
Meghan broke off from Kristi and whispered in Jack's ear. "Get me another drink tiger, you know how easy I get when I'm a little drunk." Jack felt his pants get a little tighter.
She giggled and walked off with Kristi towards the bathrooms. He watched her walk away, her tight little ass swaying back and forth.
Jack turned towards the bar and caught up with Tom. They bought the drinks and returned to their table. He nursed his beer and looked around. He saw the guy walking towards them from across the room. He looked familiar but he looked real young, so Jack doubted he could have known him. He had not been back in town since he graduated ten years ago.
The man walked right up to their table and sat down. Jack looked at him and smiled nervously.
"How's it going?" Jack said.
The man smiled back and shook his head slowly back and forth.
The man looked Jack in the eyes and said in a smooth, controlled voice, "Just fine, and how is it with you, weasel?"
When Jack heard the response his heart skipped a beat. He hadn't been called that since he left school. His mind raced as he stared at the man.
"Don't worry weasel, you don't know me. My name is Donnie Jackson." The man responded.
Jackson... Jack's mind whipped through his college years. Why did that name sound so familiar?
"Yes, weasel, the name should sound a little familiar. You see, I am Jimmy's younger brother." He said slowly.
It all came back in a rush. Jimmy Jackson, the president of the fraternity. Jimmy Jackson, the one who got suspended and eventually expelled after Jack blew the whistle on the fraud scandal in the fraternity.
"Ah, I see it in your eyes. You remember now, don't you? You didn't really think it would just go away, did you?" Donnie continued.
Jack just stared at him, wondering where this was going.
"You really didn't think you could waltz back in here and all would be forgotten and everyone be good buddies again, did you? Wait, maybe you did, you were always a little slow, weren't you, weasel?" Donnie said with a smirk.
"What do you want?" Jack stammered.
"Well, that is simple, weasel. We just want payback." Donnie said calmly.
"Payback? We? What are you talking about?" Jack sputtered.
"Let me explain it slowly for you, weasel, so you can understand. Jimmy was expelled and he eventually graduated from the state school. Of course, he couldn't land a job with the expulsion on his record so he joined the Army. He wants to thank you though, beacuse he eventually became a Ranger and received the purple heart. However, he had to sacrifice a leg to get it, a good trade, don't you think?" Donnie continued.
Jack just stared and tried to comprehend the chain of events.
Donnie continued. "Of course, you can't very well serve your country with one leg so he was discharged. He came back home and now he owns a bar. Isn't that a touching story?"
Jack shook his head up and down slightly.
"In fact, you can wave to him, he's right over there." Donnie said and turned to point over to the main bar.
Jack looked and saw the worn face of Jimmy Jackson. The man behind the bar did not even resemble the powerful young football star he remembered from school. This man looked like he had been through hell and barely made it back. The man met Jack's eyes and smiled a small, dark smile as he wiped a glass.
Jack looked back at Donnie.
