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Sorority Girl Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story Codes:
F/M, Romance, No Sex, SciFi, Fantasy

   Note: My little saga continues.  One chapter left after this one and
we'll be done.  I see the light at the end of Jennifer's tunnel.  -rr

   Sorority Girl By rache

   Chapter 3

   "Hi dad." I was up early Sunday morning, calling home at 8:15 sharp
because I knew my parents would have gotten home from church, changed
clothes, and sat down for English Muffins and coffee right about then. 
Listening to NPR and talking about the weather.  They'd been doing it just
the same for years.

   "Jennifer?  Is everything okay?" Dad was like that, he never expected me
to call unless it was someone's birthday, or I was in trouble.

   "Yeah, dad, everything's fine."

   "Did you go to church this morning?" He asked, just like I knew he
would.

   "Uh..." I almost lied but if skipping church was a sin, then lying about
it to your dad had be twice as bad.

   "Jennifer, you go to church..." I listened for 5 minutes, which was a
relatively short lecture by dad's standards.  "...be so much happier,
okay?"

   "Okay dad." I agreed, although I'd been paying more attention to the
back of my cereal box, trying to help that crazy Waldo girl find a way
through the maze printed on the back.  "Hey, is mom there?  Can I talk to
her?"

   "She's right here, dear.  I love you."

   "I love you too, dad." I answered and waited while mom handed the phone
over.

   "Hey Jen, you missed church?" Mom was teasing me, she knew I'd gotten
the message.

   "Yeah." I smiled to myself.  "My car broke down."

   "Car?" Mom asked sharply, but then she caught on.  "Next year, after you
show some discipline." Which meant after I'd finished pre-law and started
real school, that's when I'd get some wheels.

   "I know, yeah." I sighed.  "Um, anyway, I gotta ask you something."

   "Okay."

   "Uh, well, it's about the sorority, mom."

   "You all squared away with that?"

   "Mmm...No, I mean sorta, see..." I was trying to think of a way to ask
my mom about bringing a virgin boy to her initiation, assuming she had.

   "See what?  What's the matter?"

   "They want me to bring my boyfriend." I paused for a second.  "You
remember, I told you about him before."

   "Larry?"

   "Larry?  No, mom, William, the cute one." I took a deep breath. 
"Anyway, he's uh, well uh, he's a virgin, mom, so I'm supposed to bring him
to the initiation and, uh..."

   "Um-hmmm..." My mom made a sound like she understood.  "And you like
this boy?"

   "He's my boyfriend, mom, yeah."

   "So what's the problem?" Mom asked, sounding genuinely confused.

   "Uh, well, he doesn't really like the sorority, for one thing." But I
probably shouldn't have said that, so I hurried on.  "And I don't want him
to get hurt or anything, you know?"

   "Don't want him to get hurt." My mom echoed me and then we were silent
for awhile.

   "I just want to know why he has to be there, that's all.  I want to know
what's going to happen, mom." I couldn't be much plainer than that.

   "Well, Jen, it wouldn't be much of an initiation if you knew what was
going to happen, would it?" She chuckled a little and I rolled my eyes. 
"You have to decide on your own, part of the deal is trust."

   "Trust?" I sighed.  "Mom, all these girls do is drink and talk about
sex. I don't even know half of them, and the other half..." I frowned.  "I
don't know."

   "So I guess they don't know you either, huh?" Mom said reasonably. 
"Maybe it works both ways, have you thought about that?"

   "What, they want to see if they can trust me to trust them?" I narrowed
my eyes, staring at Waldo.  "Does that even make sense?"

   "Makes sense to me, but you always were a little...different." Mom
pronounced, reminding me that I wasn't quite the daughter she'd envisioned.
I was a little too sensitive for my own good, or so she liked to say.

   "So you won't tell me?" I asked, just to make sure there wasn't any
misunderstanding between us.

   "No, can't do it, girl.  I made a promise before you were even born."
Mom said.  "I can't go back on it just because you're soft on some boy."

   "I love him, mom." I said, not really planning on it, but she made me a
little mad and that seemed like the best way to get back at her.

   "Who?"

   "William." I said, feeling very angry right then.  "I'm going to ask him
to marry me."

   "Now hold on a second, Jennifer..."

   I hung up the phone, nodding to myself.  That would teach her.  I'd
spent my whole life disappointing my mom, well; here was the best one yet.
She'd probably cut off my allowance, disown me maybe, and never speak to me
again or something.  But God, what was the deal anyway?  She couldn't give
me one simple answer?  That stupid sorority was more important to her than
her own daughter?  What kind of sense did that make?  And trusting
them...Yeah right.  I wouldn't trust any of them alone with William for 5
minutes.  A bunch of college bras drinking beer and trying to fuck every
hard dick they could find, well they weren't getting my boyfriend.

   =-=-=-=-

   "Hello?" It was Donald, my boyfriend's roommate.  He was pretty hot
himself, but if I was not very outgoing, he was positively anti-social,
which didn't make a lot of sense to me because he looked like a swimsuit
model.  I'd caught him coming out of the shower once, wrapped in a much too
small towel, and I'd almost popped on the spot.  Tall and thin, dripping
wet and blessed with a cock that was at least 6 inches soft, I'm not
kidding; he'd looked like he'd just stepped out of the 'Boys of the
PacWest' issue of Playgirl.

   I don't think he ever forgave me for that.

   "Hi Donald..." I cleared my throat, "...is uh, William there?"

   "Fuck off and die, loser." He hung up the phone.

   Nope, he hadn't forgiven me yet.  I sighed, hanging up the phone and
scratching my head.  Between William's answering machine and his roommate's
less than friendly suggestions, I wasn't getting anywhere fast.  And this
was the boy I was going to marry?

   "Oh!" I heard a masculine voice and I turned around to see Lance coming
out of Susan's room.  He was wearing one of Susan's soccer jerseys and just
a skimpy pair of boys' briefs, sexy tight ones with little pink hearts on
them.

   He was cute.  Hell, every boy I knew was cute, who am I fooling.  But a
20 year old coed walking around half naked, with some seriously toned and
tanned legs; not to mention long brown hair all wild and frazzled from what
must have been some good marathon sex...What would you call it?  Definitely
cute.

   "Hi." I said, trying not to look at his legs and failing miserably. 
They led right up to the pink hearts and the bulge beneath them and...I
forced myself to look away.

   "I'm just, um..." He pointed at the kitchen.  "Susan wanted me to get
her some coffee." He blushed and smiled and rolled his eyes, like wasn't
this embarrassing.

   "Sure, cups are in the cabinet over the sink." I nodded, watching his
ass for a second as it rotated just beneath the hem of the jersey.

   I grabbed the keys to Susan's motorcycle, deciding to take her up on her
offer from the night before and give her and Lance some more privacy.  It
looked like they might need it.  And then I had a really weird thought,
even by my too sensitive standards.

   "Hey, uh, Lance..." I stood in the doorway just as he was standing
tiptoe to reach the cups, pulling that jersey up so I could see all of his
perfectly round ass.  I looked down quickly, as if those keys in my hand
were just the most fascinating keys in the world.

   "Hmmm...?" At least Lance liked me a little.

   I glanced up, making sure it was safe to look at the man and he was
standing there as modestly as possible, given what he was wearing.  "I was
wondering if I could ask you something." I paused.  "Something sort
of...personal."

   "Uhhhh...maybe." He giggled.  "What?"

   "How long have you and Susan been together?" I asked.

   "Mmmm...a long time.  Since we were freshman.  Why?"

   "Since before she joined the sorority?" I asked, ignoring his question
for the moment.

   "Yeah." He put his coffee cup down, folding his arms over his flat chest
defensively.  "Why do you ask?"

   "Uh, well." I wiped my fingers over my mouth nervously.  "I was
wondering if um, if you were at her initiation?"

   "Oh." Lance's brown eyes got a little bigger.  "Ohhh..." He nodded like
he understood.  "You mean was I the virgin that...?"

   I waited for him to continue but he didn't, much to my frustration.

   "Yeah." He nodded, smiling and maybe blushing just a little.  "I guess
it's no secret huh?"

   "Uh, yeah..." I felt like screaming, or at least asking him what it was
that wasn't a secret.  Lance wasn't exactly a rocket scientist, I just had
to find the magic words and he'd open right up, I could feel it.  I was so
close!

   "Morning." Susan was coming in, stretching and just wearing the shorts
that went with the jersey Lance was wearing.  Her hard muscular breasts had
dark love bites all over them and I looked away, slightly embarrassed and
knowing I couldn't ask anything with Susan there.  "Mmm...Where that
coffee, baby?"

   "Commmmming..." Lance sang, smiling at me and shrugging his shoulders
playfully.  He slipped past me carrying Susan's coffee and with it all the
answers to my dilemma.

   "Where you off to?" Susan asked me, pulling a giggling Lance onto her
lap once the coffee was safely on the table.

   "Uh, I'm going to see if William's around." I shrugged.  "I thought I'd
borrow your motorcycle."

   "Sure, girl, go ahead." She turned her attention to Lance, reaching down
to give the boy's balls a playful squeeze and I left them laughing and
struggling behind me.

   So Lance had been the virgin at Susan's initiation, I knew that much at
least.  And they'd stayed together afterwards, for three years at least,
that had to mean something important.  But William wasn't like Lance. 
William was a lot smarter for one thing, and a lot older than Lance had
been.  A few years doesn't sound like much, but at college the difference
between freshman and senior years is more than significant.  It's huge. 
William was also a lot more serious.  He was looking for more than a
college fuck buddy and so I couldn't depend on Lance's good example to
comfort me.

   I needed to know.  I needed some proof that I wasn't going to try and
convince William of doing something that we'd ultimately regret.  It would
have been so easy just to quit the whole stupid thing, and I was close,
believe me.  But my mom, that was the one thing keeping me in the game. 
She'd wanted a daughter who played football, and went hunting and fishing,
who had that alpha personality to dominate everyone and everything around
her.  But that was mom, not me.  Need proof?  She was dominating me from
2000 miles away and in all likelihood the next time I talked to her I
wouldn't be getting married to William at all.

   Especially if I couldn't even ask the boy.

   =-=-=-=-

   I suppose I could have stood outside Williams apart, yelling his name
like in that old Marion Brando movie, A Streetcar Named Desire.  Is that
the one?  But I decided to save that as a last resort, it was still
reasonably early on a Sunday morning.  Knocking on the door would probably
get me a little farther.

   "Are you retarded?" Donald opened it, of course.

   "I just have to talk him, please?" I tried puppy-dog eyes and when it
didn't seem like those were going to work, I took my mom's advice.

   "Hey!  Get out of here!" I pushed past Donald and his protestations,
just like the alpha female I wasn't.

   "William?" I called out, walking through their little dorm room, which
was little more than a living room and 2 small bedrooms.  They had a
community bathroom down the hall and a cafeteria downstairs to share with
the other residents.  It wasn't bad but it made me appreciate rooming with
Susan in one of the campus apartments.

   I knocked on his bedroom door while Donald stared at me, arms folded
across his chest.  He looked good when he was mad, not as good as when he
was fresh from the shower, but not bad at all.  He wasn't really on my mind
though, William was, and I knocked again.

   "William?  Hey it's me." I said through the door.

   "Hi." He opened the door, looking at me without smiling.

   "Hi." I did smile.

   William turned away, leaving the door ajar and sat down on his bed.  He
was wearing a t-shirt and some baggy gold sweatpants, tied around his
narrow waist with a drawstring.  I entered the room, closing the door
behind me softly and taking a deep breath.  It smelled like William, I mean
he just flooded my senses.  I'd been in his room before, but this was the
first time I ever noticed the way he just seemed to fill the air itself and
I knew I was in love with him.

   "I tried calling you." I said, sitting down on the small wooden chair at
his desk, turning it so I could face the boy.

   "I know." He looked nice, with his blonde hair brushed and tied back in
a simple ponytail.  His green eyes were clear and I'd guessed that I hadn't
woken him up at least.

   "I left messages."

   "I know." He nodded, but didn't offer any explanation.

   "Why are you so mad at me?" I just had to ask.  Some women, clever
women, might have been able to talk around it, to draw out the answers
without the anger to go with it.  But I wasn't especially clever.

   "I'm not." William put on an innocent face.  "I just..." He held up his
hands, letting them flutter like little birds, "...I need some time to
think, that's all."

   "I've been thinking too..." I started, but now William had decided to
talk and he cut me off, as if he hadn't heard me.

   "I'm graduating in a few months, I talked to my dad, he wants me to come
home.  I can get my teaching certificate and they need teachers..."

   "William, I..."

   "So I don't think we should..." He frowned.  He'd been looking at me,
but now he looked down at his fingers, picking at his long thumbnail
nervously.  "...I don't want to get too close to you."

   "No, William, please..." I wasn't sure what he was telling me.

   "It'll just make it harder to say goodbye later." He looked up then, his
eyes soft, like he was ready to cry, even wanted to cry, but wouldn't.  Not
while I was there with him.

   "Are you breaking up with me?" I forgot what I was going to say for a
moment while my mind finally caught up with William's words.

   "I...Yeah, I..." William did cry then, just one tear and he looked down
again.  "...I'm sorry, Jen."

   "But you don't understand." I spread my arms, leaning forward.  "I love
you.  I..."

   "No." He shook his head.  "Just...just go, okay?  It isn't going to
work."

   "William..." But he wasn't listening, he just got up and left the room,
leaving the door wide open and I heard another door close.  He was in
Donald's room now, away from me.

   I sat there, rubbing my forehead, feeling the main way down deep in my
stomach, like a knife being twisted.  What wasn't going to work?  Us?  Is
that what he meant?  Or did he think I was just playing some game with him?
It was confusing, leaving me with nothing but lonely doubts and fears.  I
loved him, hadn't William heard that?  If I was a real woman I would have
kicked open the door, picked him up in my arms, and made him understand.

   But I didn't.

   "You should go." Donald was there, almost smiling I think, except he
really cared about William, so he wasn't gloating too much.

   "Yeah." I left, pausing for just a second outside the closed door to
Donald's room, thinking I heard a soft sobbing sound, but I didn't even
knock.  I just left.

   =-=-=-=-=-

   "Send him some flowers." Mary was sitting on the couch, tossing a
football in the air.  She looked pretty hung over.  Everyone else in the
sorority house was still sleeping, so I guessed they'd had another typical
Saturday night.

   "He broke up with me." I said, repeating what I'd already told her.  "I
don't think flowers are gonna fix it."

   "Ah..." Mary shook her head.  "Boys pull that shit all the time. 
Flowers and poetry, I'm tellin' ya Find that Fiona chick, Nancy's pledge,
she's a lit major, knows all that fag poetry shit.  Ask her for something."

   "Poetry." I leaned back in my chair, stretching a little, watching that
football go up and down.  I should have known better than to ask a bra like
Mary for advice.

   "You're still bringin' him to the initiation on Wednesday, right?" Mary
asked, as if she hadn't heard a word I'd said.

   "He broke up with me." I sighed.

   "Oh yeah." Mary shrugged.  "Could still bring him though, he's pretty
fuckin hot." She grinned.  "Not a cheerleader or nothin'...but still pretty
fuckin hot."

   "And then what?" I asked, not that it really mattered anymore.  "I bring
William on Wednesday and what happens?"

   Mary shrugged.  "You get initiated."

   "Duh." I put a stupid look on my face.  "I mean what happens."

   "We all bang the virgin!" Sarah was walking into the room, scratching
her ass and laughing.  "We pull another train on the bimbo and put his
picture in the Hall of Shame.  We got anymore beer?" Sarah kept walking
towards the kitchen.

   I stared at the woman with my mouth hanging open.

   "Ah, she's fuckin with ya, girl." Mary laughed.  "Your Willie's gonna be
safe as a baby in a crib."

   I didn't know who was fucking with me.  I wanted to believe Mary, but
the truth was that Sarah had voiced my deepest fears and I'd been imagining
all sorts of scenarios, mostly involving my sorority sisters holding
William down and taking his virginity while I watched.  It wasn't exactly a
favorite fantasy of mine, as you can imagine, and try as I might I couldn't
keep the images out of my head.  They'd been plaguing me for nearly two
weeks.

   It was a trust issue, like my mom had told me.  I just couldn't bring
myself to trust the members enough to try and convince William to come with
me.  I didn't really think they'd rape him, none of the girls in the
sorority struck me as evil, or even particularly mean.  They weren't
bullies or anything, just a bunch of girls away from home for the first
time, going to school and having some fun.  So my real fear wasn't so much
William being physically hurt as much as emotionally, and if he was
breaking up with now, while he still liked me, what would happen if he
hated me?

   Ding-Dong...The doorbell rang.  I didn't even know the house had a
doorbell and I looked around in momentary confusion.

   "What the fuck?" Mary dropped her football and it bounced off the
cluttered coffee table, spilling a bowl of chips and scattering three empty
beer bottles.

   "Who's ringing the damn doorbell?" Sarah yelled from the kitchen.

   "Go check it, pledge." Mary looked at me.  "If it's the cops I ain't
here." She grabbed her football and went quickly up the stairs, pulling the
electric number machine off the wall as she passed it.  It was reading
seventeen.

   Ding-Dong...The doorbell sounded again and I got up to answer the door.
So far as I knew anyone who came to the house just walked right in.

   "Hi...Do you want to buy some Boy Scout cookies?" There were two of
them, boys about 16 years old maybe, dressed up prettily in their little
green uniforms.  They were holding a couple cardboard cartons that had the
Boy Scout logo printed on them.

   "I'm Todd and this is George, we're with Troop 69 and we're selling
cookies to raise money for Camp Adventure!" The taller one said, as if
reciting from memory.

   "Oh, uh..." I stood there.

   "Just three dollars a box and we got peanut butter, chocolate mint, and
butter cookies..." The shorter one smiled.

   I glanced over my shoulder.  "I don't think..."

   "Camp Adventure is a week long scouting trip where boys from all over
the country meet for..."

   "We'll do anything to sell some cookies." The shorter boy talked over
his friend, smiling shyly and batting his eyes at me.  "Anything at all."

   "...there's activities too.  Like canoeing and horseback riding and arts
and crafts..." The tall one just kept talking.

   I swallowed hard, wondering if I'd heard the boy right.  They were
seriously pretty, especially the short one.  He had reddish hair and
freckles scattered across his pert nose, with dimples when he smiled.  The
taller one had long black hair beneath his beret, cascading around his
shoulders, and nice legs which his short pleated skirt and knee high green
socks did nothing to hide.

   "Wha...what do you mean?" I asked, not really believing this could be
happening.  This was like something straight off the internet, one of those
bad porn stories where every boy is a nymphomaniac and every girl has a 3
inch clit.

   "If you buy a box, I'll let you kiss me." The redhead promised, smiling
as he brazenly stared into my eyes.

   "...at night all the boys will gather under the stars to roast
marshmallows and sing camp songs together..."

   "What if I buy 3 boxes?" I asked, feeling a little brave suddenly.

   "Ummm...I can show you my panties." The boy said, leaning closer and
dropping his voice.  "If you buy 6 boxes though..."

   "Hey!" The two boys jerked at the sound of Sarah's voice and practically
ran off the front porch.  Her voice even made me jump.

   "You little rugrats, get out of here!  I told what was gonna happen if I
saw you two again!" Sarah yelled after them.  "And don't come back!"

   Sarah reached around me, slamming the door and I just looked at her,
standing there in her underwear, drinking a beer.

   "What was that all about?" I asked.

   "Those two." Sarah shook her head.  "They say they'll get naked and do
whatever you want if you buy their cookies."

   "Uh..." I tried to see a downside to that.

   "Soon as you buy some though, and they get the money in their hot little
hands, they're running.  They don't take off shit." Sarah grinned.  "Took
Diane for about 40 bucks last week, good thing she ain't here."

   "Yeah." I nodded, wondering briefly how many boxes I might have bought.

   "Don't trust anybody but your sisters." Sarah said with a serious nod.
Then she slapped me on my back, "You want a beer?"

   "Uh, yeah." I nodded.  "I guess so."

   I only had one and I decided I'd get home, do some studying maybe, or
just more pining for William.  I had to talk to him again; I just couldn't
let him break up with me.  We'd been together less than a year, true, but
it had been a good time, a special time, and we'd both felt it, I was sure.
It had just taken me awhile to figure it out, maybe too long as it was
turning out, but I thought I could fix it.  I just had to find the right
words.

   "Your dad called." Susan said as soon as I walked through the door.

   She was watching a football game on television, the Vikings and the
Packers.  "Throw it...throw it...ahhh...Brit you dick!" Susan was a Packers
fan and Brit Farve was her favorite player, but old Brittney was suckin' it
looked like, as she was sacked for a big loss.

   "My dad?" I asked, but Susan was into the game.  I picked up the phone,
dialing home, filled with the irrational fear that I'd given my mom a heart
attack or something.

   "Hi, dad?  It's me..." I sat down at the kitchen table.  "...is
everything okay?"

   "Hi, Jennifer, what?  Oh yes, dear, everything's fine." Dad replied, but
he sounded a little anxious.

   "Where's mom?"

   "Oh, she went golfing." Dad said.  "Um, Jennifer, this marriage
thing...your mom and I, well, what did you mean by that?"

   "I don't know, dad." I sighed.  "Mom was kind of pis...making me mad, or
something."

   "Well, she's worried about it, Jen, and so am I." Dad paused.  "What's
wrong, dear?"

   "Uhhh...it's sort of complicated, dad." I'd never had any secrets from
my dad, but talking about boyfriends with him wasn't usually the best idea.

   I mean he was a boy too, so he could be a little picky about whom I went
out with.  My mom, being a woman, had only one criterion in a boyfriend, he
had to be pretty.  The prettier the better, like my dad I supposed, who'd
probably started out as a trophy husband and grown into something more.  I
didn't like admitting that, but I knew my mom too well to ignore it.  She'd
often told me all about her old boyfriends in high school and college, but
she was especially proud that my dad had been a virgin on their wedding
night.

   So mom should have liked William, right?  I mean in general, not having
met each other, since William was a virgin and I loved him.  But mom wanted
me to bring him to my sorority initiation and hadn't sounded very concerned
about what would happen to him there.  So that only made sense if William
wasn't going to be good enough for me to marry, which probably meant he
wasn't going to be a virgin, and mom would only know that if...It gave me a
headache trying to figure it out, especially since my dad could have
cleared it all up so easily.

   "I know you and your mother have your differences, but I'm your father."
Dad reminded me needlessly.  "So you tell me." And that wasn't a request.

   "Well, there's a boy, William, and I love him and he loves me..." I
started telling my dad everything.  I told him how William and I felt about
each other, about joining the sorority and the upcoming initiation, about
our disagreement and finally, about William breaking up with me.

   "I see..." My dad said, and there was a knock at the door, but I ignored
it as Susan got off the sofa.  "...and you plan on marrying this boy?"

   "I don't know, dad." I shook my head, even though he couldn't see it. 
"I think so, I mean I love him, I know that.  But he's graduating this year
and I still have such a long ways to go..."

   "You should bring him home, during Christmas." My dad said, "And visit
his parents too.  You have time, right?  You could stay here a few days,
and then go wherever he's from..."

   "Uh, dad, that's kind of down the road, isn't it?" I laughed.  William
had broken up with me and I was supposed to bring him home for the
holidays? Sometimes my parents lived in the twilight zone or something.

   "I know dear, but I'm just thinking, that's all.  You have to plan
ahead, be practical."

   "Well, the only practical thing right now is to get back together with
him." I said.  "Christmas can wait....hold on a sec, dad."

   "Anything, huh?" I heard Susan say, and she was grinning happily.  As I
moved closer to the door I could see why.  "Hey, these two cuties want us
to buy some cookies..." Susan smiled at me and then stopped smiling as I
slammed the door on the two Boy Scouts.  "Hey!  What'd you do that for? 
They're hot!  If we buy ten boxes they'll..."

   "Trust me, girl." I shook my head at Susan.  "They won't...Dad?"

   "Still here, Jennifer, now listen, you have to make up with your
mother."

   "I know, I know..." I sighed, sitting back down and ignoring Susan's
frowning look.  "The only way I can do that though is to get into the
sorority, dad, and William is the only virgin I know." I blinked, not
wanting him to think all the boys I knew were sluts.  "I mean, I know other
ones, but..."

   "So, you just make up with him then.  You want to do that anyway,
right?" Dad sounded pretty self-satisfied.  "You get back together and go
through your initiation and then bring the boy home so we can meet him."

   And how simple dad made it all sound, like he hadn't heard a word I'd
said.

   "But dad, William doesn't like the sorority and I don't know what
they'll try and do to him at the initiation." I protested.  "I mean what
if, well..." It was sorta hard talking to my dad about this stuff, but I
plunged on.  "...what if they try and do something?  So he isn't a virgin
anymore, you know?"

   Like a good old fashioned sorority gang-bang, dad?  Which was what I was
basically saying and I even blushed a little, cradling the phone to my
reddening cheek.

   "You worry too much, dear, you always did." Dad told me.  "William will
be fine, believe me."

   "Believe you?" I narrowed my eyes.  "How do you know?"

   "Well, who do you think was the virgin at your mother's initiation?" Dad
laughed softly.

   "What?" My head was spinning.  Dad was a virgin on their wedding night,
or so mom had always told me, and she'd never said a word about the
initiation, but had always talked about her boyfriends, and so I'd thought
that some other boy had...

   "I was there, I was the one." Dad said seriously.  "William will be
perfectly fine, believe me.  He'll even have some fun."

   "But...But mom said you were a virgin when you got married and..." It
was like I had no shame, asking my own dad if he'd been a virgin or not.  I
told myself I'd feel guilty later, embarrassed too, but for now I had to
know.

   "I was, yes." Dad replied without a hint of embarrassment, but with
something more like pride really.  "And if your William wants to be a
virgin on his wedding night, and I sincerely hope he does, going to the
initiation won't change that.  His virginity will be safe, okay?"

   "So the girls, in the sorority, they're not going to..." I swallowed
hard.

   "Have you been looking at that internet pornography?" My dad clucked his
tongue.  "I told you about that stuff.  It isn't healthy for a girl your
age to be looking at pictures of..."

   I watched the football game while my dad gave me the standard version of
his anti-porn lecture.  It was six minutes long and involved a lot of
strange and dire predictions like growing hair on my breasts and my
clitoris turning green and falling off if I rubbed it too much.  The
important thing was that I finally had an answer, sort of, nothing specific
but I knew I could trust my dad.  He wasn't going to lie about anything
this important.  Well, my dad never lied about anything, so far as I knew,
and I imagined his weekly sessions in the confessional with Mother Havenger
were pretty boring for the old Priestess.

   "...so no more internet porn for you, young lady." Dad was finishing up.

   "Sure dad." I promised, crossing my fingers.  "Look, I'll let you go
okay?"

   "Okay, dear.  Now remember, you talk to William about coming home. 
Don't worry about the cost, alright?  We love you very much, we just want
what's best for you.  Both of us."

   "Okay dad.  I love you too." I nodded.  "Tell mom I'm sorry I got mad,
alright?  Bye dad.  I'll call you next weekend."

   "Okay, bye-bye, Jen." Mom made a kissing sound and I hung up the phone.

   All I needed now was a plan, a way to win William back.  The more I'd
explained what I was going through with my dad, the more my feelings for
the boy had crystallized.  It was like every day I was growing more and
more attached to him, even as we grew farther and farther apart.  I had to
change that.  He'd been crying when I'd left him, hurting inside, and that
meant he really loved me.  I just had to figure out a way to use that, to
find the words to convince William that it was okay to love me.

   Maybe I did need some poetry.

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