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open, whether out of
respect or fear, it was hard to tell. The older fraternity members were intimidating,
but as far as Henry knew, even in spite of Libby’s warnings, no one had been
hurt during Greek Week. They hadn’t even done any forced drinking games, which
Henry had fully expected—Dean said they weren’t allowed to anymore. Henry had remembered
Libby’s article and wondered if there was a connection between the two.
    “Let’s go,
gentlemen!” Marcus was the head of the fraternity and another football
player—defensive tackle, built like the Titanic. Henry fell in line behind Dean
as they all filed out of the room naked, following the enormous back and
completely shaved head of their fearless leader. He had an earring in each ear,
and Dean secretly called him “Mr. Clean.”
    The room
they had been in was small, but this one was even smaller. There were two rows
of chairs, facing one another, and a TV and a DVD player on a tall cart at the
end. Behind each chair was one of their older soon-to-be fraternity brothers. Henry
hesitated, seeing the setup over Dean’s shoulder, but there really wasn’t much
of a choice as they were directed into the room.
    Dean was
pushed to the left and Henry to the right, so they ended up in chairs directly
across from one another. The folding chairs were plastic, not metal, but they
were still incredibly cold and Henry’s balls felt like they were shriveled
grapes. At least they were spaced far enough apart that he wasn’t brushing up
against the next to him.
    “You’ve made
it through Hell Week,” Marcus announced.
    “Almost,”
Henry heard the fraternity brother behind him murmur and then chuckle.
    “After Hell
Week, you all deserve a reward, don’t you think?”
    A murmur
went up among the pledges in agreement. Henry glanced over at Dean, eyebrow
raised. Were they kidding?
    “The kind of
brotherhood you are about to enter can’t be explained. It can only be
experienced.” Marcus picked up the remote control and pointed it at the
television. Henry watched it come to life, but there was no picture on it yet,
just a blue screen. He couldn’t imagine what they were going to show them—some
video about the history of the frat? Why in the hell did they have to be naked
for that?
    Marcus was
still talking, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard already this week. “You
should always be able to trust your frat brother. You should be able to do
anything for each other.”
    “Or next to
each other.” The guy behind him again. Henry felt a hand on his bare shoulder.
What in the hell did they have planned? Henry’s sense of foreboding grew as the
guy next to him passed him a bowl and whispered, “Take one.” They were full of
condoms.
    No fucking
way, he thought, taking one anyway and passing on the message and the bowl to
the pledge next to him. Dean had a condom in his hand and he was trying to
suppress a smile, but the other guys looked just as scared as Henry felt. Trust
me. That’s what Dean had said. But did Henry really trust his roommate?
He’d made a bee-line for the girl Henry liked, and had been close-mouthed all
week about the fraternity rituals, although admittedly, Henry had gotten off
pretty easy because of Dean. At least so far. Dean kept telling him he was a
pledge, too—which was true. But he also obviously had inside information he wasn’t
willing to share.
    “You’re
gonna want to buckle up for safety, boys.” Marcus turned on the DVD and Henry
stared as two women appeared—two very naked, very sexy, very lesbian women.
They were crawling all over each other, kissing and touching. The blonde wasn’t
his type—too busty and fake for his tastes. But the redhead? Oh Jesus, she
looked like Libby with all that hair! Her breasts were perfect, a pert handful
of flesh, her nipples puffy and pink. And her pussy?
    His dick was
getting hard. Henry covered his crotch, condom still in hand, trying to keep
his boy down, but the girl was so much