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Gangbang at the College Reunion
(Nicola Diaz)

Harriet fidgeted with her hair, the reddish auburn tresses were free of greys and yet she wanted to look perfect. People often referred to her as a red-headed supermodel, with her curvaceous body and ultra-feminine movements. She couldn't help but sway her hips as she glided across the floor, and her sultry quiet voice brought many men to their knees.



It had been ten years since she'd graduated from the small university and her class planned an elaborate reunion. The class had the spark of promise with potential world movers and shakers, degrees that carried people to the heights of success. It was a big deal for the reunions to showcase the giant successes and give everyone an opportunity to reconnect and network.



Harriet graduated with a degree in business management. Her career path led her to a small department store she manages at the mall. It's a local business and thriving, but nothing noteworthy. She carved a nice living for herself but she didn't see herself as a screaming success like she was sure some of her other classmates were. In any case, she could hold her head high and schmooze with the men and women of her class, clink the wine glasses and celebrate everyone's life achievements thus far.



Harriet had a few minutes before her car was to take her to the conference center across town from her hotel so she sat down and plucked up the pamphlet that came with her reunion invitation. Already a few notable members of her class were featured, showcased to entice you to want to come to the gathering. She smirked because no one contacted her about being featured. A year earlier she'd received a questionnaire about the reunion and, of course, she had to highlight her successes over the past ten years. She figured whoever set up the reunion chose the best of the best for the pamphlet. Her own life wasn't flash-worthy, although she didn't suffer from lack. 



Flipping through the pages the stars of the class weren't necessarily the ones she thought would be the stars. They were, in fact, very unlikely candidates in her opinion. One man, Kurt Downing, was hailed as the catalyst to one of the most successful gas companies of the century. He was a nerd, one who had his face in books, or out in the environment, collecting bugs and attending all the academic functions. He certainly grew into his success, and suddenly he looked handsome to Harriet. She smiled when she read he was still single.