High school reunions suck. Everyone knows that unless they're one of the people that make it suck for everyone else. Mine was turning out to be no different, until that is, I met Travis. Somehow, Charity Miller, the snob cheerleader from high school had married this hunk. I wasn't a home wrecker, and had no plans to rub it in her face. No, for me, screwing her husband would be payback enough.
