The youthful slender man slipped out of his transport as he pulled up in front of a large high roofed building. A building that brought back many memories from his youth. "Well, this is be the place he muttered to himself, stroking his crystal that was draped around his neck. Others milled about in front, faces from times gone by swirling like a vortex of dirty bathwater as it slips down the drain. The man strides up to the entrance, and entrance festooned with a friendly looking sign saying "welcome Class of '45!". There is some buzzing in his ear, important buzzing from his secret pals. "Not now, can't you see I'm busy!" He whispered. Suddenly a pretty blond woman at the desk glanced up at him, the shock of recognition was apparent.

She jumped up and shouted "Skippy! Skippy Morden! I didn't think I would see you here! Hey! Your face cleared up!".

"Oh, hello Jeanette. Listen, I can't stay long. . ."

"Oh Nonsense, everyone would love to see you!". With that she handed him a badge with a 15 year old portrait of himself.

Embarrassed, he put it on and some more buzzing came in his ear. "Yeah, that was me. Huh? Who are you calling a geek? That was 15 years ago...Well I guess you're right, I was one of the biggest dweebs here! No one liked me. But, ahhh, now they'll change their minds" he whispered with new found confidence.

His intense but genial gaze was drawn by a balding fat guy from across the room. Oh no he thought, it was Mr. Johnson, the gym teacher. "Hey Skippy! You little SOB get over here" shouted the fat guy. "How the hell are you". For a brief moment Morden suddenly felt 15 years old again, on his first day in high school. "Oh, Hi Mr. Johnson" he barely squeaked out.

" So whatcha up to! Did you ever make anything more of yourself than an usher?

Hah hah hah!" Johnson laughed, slapping Morden on the back, almost knocking him to the floor. There was some more buzzing.

"That's not funny" Morden angrily whispered to his friends.

Straightening himself up, he replied to his old and least favorite teacher. "Well as a matter of fact, I am in 'business' for myself".

"Is that so! What kind of 'business'? Selling ladies underwear? Hah hah!". Johnson having practically shouted out the word "underwear", making sure everyone could hear while blowing cigar smoke into Morden's face.

"No not exactly, I am in the 'investment business'. In fact some of my associates are here with me. I can get you in the ground floor of some great investments!".

"Well, that sounds great. Where are these friends or yours?"

"If you will follow me outside I will introduce them to you". The two men slipped through the side door. A few seconds later, Morden returned alone.

"Hey 'Weener Neck'! You! Morden! Is that you!" shouted a former classmate, approaching Morden with his hand extended. "Why you really grew up didn't you!".

"I guess I did Bruno".

"Hey, remember da time in Mr. Johnson's PE class when we gave you that atomic wedgie!".

"How could I forget "

"And we'd do that everytime we won a football game, right in front of the cheerleaders! Remember? Huh? Oh, those were the days. Hey man, no hard feelin's huh? We're just having some fun ya know?"

"What are you doing these days Bruno?"

"I sell life insurance" he said proudly.

"Oh, too bad"

"What?"

"Oh, I said 'I'm glad'"

"So, what are ya doing? Weener Neck?"

The left side of Morden's mouth flickered up just a bit forming a vague smile. "I am glad you asked. . .". Minutes later the two were seen to exit out of a side door. . .

"So, just who is with you in this business Skippy? asked Chantal Morissy, the former homecoming queen who had turned Morden down for the Prom three times.

"Well Chantal, it's just me and my friends, some call " the Shadows". hey! Give me a cane, and that hat!". Morden donned a spiffy looking straw hat and started into his version of the old Soft Shoe. . .

Oh, me, and my Shadows
Carving up the Galaxy (boom, shep-pa boom, shep-pa boom)

Oh, me, and my Shadows
Making space more e-empty!

When it's 5 PM and your on patrol my Shadows and Me
will blow you straight to helllllll. . . .oh. . .

Me, and my Shadows
Enslaving all humanity!!!

Let's hear it for the old soft-shoe!!

(music only)

Me and my shadows
mmm-mmm-mmm the galaxy

(tap and slide, tap and slide)

Me and my shadows
da-da-da-a, ta-da-da-da

Oh, when it's 5 PM and your on patrol my Shadows and Me
will blow you straight to helllllll. . . .oh. . .

Well, then me, and my Shadows
Enslaving all sentient life forms!!!!

Thank-you, thank-you very much.

As the night wore on, reunion organizers noticed the attendance was thinning out a
lot sooner than they had expected. Finally by midnight, Morden had "seen"
everyone he wanted, and exited the building. He was humming "Me and My
Shadows" to himself, and thought that the reunion was a lot more fun then he
expected. Although he somehow doubted if there would be a 20th.