Frat Boys

They stood, shoulder to shoulder with hands clasped in front of their groins, half circling the fountain. All wearing nothing but their tidy whities and jeers written in red and black marker on every part their smooth young bodies. We girls circled them, armed with waterguns, shaving cream, and taunting laughter.

It was a night I’ll never forget.

I went to a small college in rural Georgia. Although My school was for women only we shared a close relationship with the neighboring co-ed university, and one fraternity in particular. One fraternity whose annual hazing ritual for new pledges included a nighttime stop in our courtyard.

Yeah, I guess I did have a lot of fun in college. *wickedgrin*

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