The Reunion Trap Ch. 05

A note to the reader: This story takes place during the mid-1980s. Those were very different times. Fashion and language were different. We didn't worry about seat belts or STDs. The drinking age was 18 and pubic hair was all the rage. The only sexual fear was getting pregnant. I have tried to be as historically accurate as my aging brain can remember. Thank you to WokeUpOneDay and LindsayMurray for editing and reviewing this manuscript. Although there is reference to earlier times, all sex is between characters who are at least 18 years of age. During my last two summers in high school I managed to land a lifeguard job at an upscale country club that paid twice as much as the local lake. I would have loved to work just up the street from our house, but the town had instituted a minimum age requirement of 18 for insurance purposes. The nice thing about the country club gig was that I got to meet some incredibly beautiful women. The problem was that they were all out of my league.

Arjak had made plenty of mistakes in his career as a mercenary, but none of them were as embarrassing as his latest one. For the first time in many years, he had broken one of his own rules and accepted a job outside of Zandalar. His client was inexplicably wealthy and knew good protection was worth its weight in gold. What should have been an easy voyage to Booty Bay ended in disaster, however, when humans intercepted their vessel and attacked. He could have fended them off, too, if he wasn't drunk. All it took was the butt end of a weapon to the back of his head to knock his lights out. Now, on top of a massive headache, he was locked in the brig of an enemy ship. Save for his loincloth, his captors had confiscated his belongings. The cage he found himself in was dingy, but he had endured worse conditions before. As far as he could tell, he was alone, leaving him to assume his client and the rest of the crew were not so lucky. He already despised the humans for murdering his ki

Meg was tired, but she tried to shake it off as she pulled up to the bar. She was in the middle of a big project at work, but some of the fatigue likely came from her nervousness for this evening. She stepped out of her car and walked in the door. Alex had been waiting for her at a table in the corner, but when he saw her, he stood and met her near the door. They looked at each other, then hesitantly hugged. "You look nice," Alex said. She wore a purple button-up shirt, black pants, and black flats. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun. "Thanks," Meg said, blushing. "You look good, too. You've changed a lot." He wore jeans and a plain gray t-shirt. He seemed a little taller, and Meg wondered if it was normal for men to grow after leaving high school. Alex led her back to the table. "What can I get you?" "Just a root beer," she said. "I can't stay too late tonight." On a Friday night, she would have ordered a drink

"I don't know about this." She murmured as she let out a shaky sigh. Linda was sitting at her desk, her hands twirling on the cord of her phone as she spoke to her dearest friend. She was the manager of a printing press, and having worked at the company for a few decades, she managed to acquire one of the largest offices in the building. She was a beautiful woman, and heavily respected and idolized by most of her employees. She had dirty blonde hair that was knotted at the top of her head, stunning green eyes, and full luscious lips. Though her best assets - apart from her eyes, smile and energy - were her firm breasts, strong shoulders and curvy behind, which she liked to show off with body-hugging dresses from time to time. She was a confident woman, and that came from years of being respected and loved by her peers. She took the time to run every morning, making sure that age would never be something that slowed her down. She was the type to have everything perfected