<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katie Reynolds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847310#msg13847310)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Knee length dress, showing almost an outrageous amount of cleavage, 4 inch spike leather boots. (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C6E65K8UoAEtAgc.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Phil, Ashleigh, Autumn, Open<br/><hr/><br/>This proved to be harder than Katie had ever imagined. Several of her friends had told her that the longer she postponed coming out to her old life, the harder it would get. Truth be told, Katie hadn't really considered that the day would ever come. But she did want to see a few of her former friends. She cursed herself for ever coming here. She could easily have met Tanya or Ashleigh in a more private setting. But she was here now and though she considered taking Autumn's route through the window she knew she'd have to endure this. Even if it meant she'd have to use that name that had brought her so much pain in her teenage years. Of course she could just lie, tell them that she had been joking, say that she was here with someone. But it was like that train had already left. And Katie hated to lie. She had lied enough the first 18 years of her life. Lied when people asked how she was, how everything was at home, how she felt. She had made the promise to herself that day of graduation ten years ago that she'd not hide behind lies again. And she'd be damned if she was to start now.<br/><br/>She smiled at Phil and licked her lips. He seemed cute, just like she had thought back in high school only more trim. Back then she was a bit intimidated by how smart he was. But now they were adults and there were very few people that really intimidated her after all. "You don't remember me." She said in a tone that was a statement more than a question. Though she looked at Phil she spoke a little louder to make sure those around her would hear her. The fewer times she'd have to explain the most basic facts, the better. "I didn't look like this back in high school. I wasn't exactly Katie back then." She sighed and sipped her drink to make a small pause,  she looked from one to the other. "You might recall the guy that disappeared after graduation. Henry. That was who I was back then."<br/><br/>Katie could feel beads of sweat on her forehead. Just saying the name made her physically uncomfortable. Her shrink had said something about unresolved trauma. But Katie was sure it was her pure hatred to the person she was before, or more likely hatred towards all what she could not be in high school. She took a healthy swig of her drink and then focused on Phil. "But to answer your question. What am I up to. I work in adult entertainment and like you I travel quite a lot, with all the filming and photo shoots." She said with a smile. It was easier to talk about her work than it would ever be talking about her past. "So what kind of series are you working on?" She asked him trying to steer the conversation away from herself, knowing full well that talking about porn was rarely something that went well in all circles.<br/><br/><hr/>A message went out to most of the class that were in the same social medial circles.<br/><br/>(http://icons.iconarchive.com/icons/limav/flat-gradient-social/256/Twitter-icon.png) #reunion #westwood2008<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/a6/28/80a62835cf2c8decc29267d340035023.jpg)OMG! That hot chick is Henry! No fucking way.