Date: Thu, 07 Sep 2006 15:32:22 -0400
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #9 {X} {MM College} [9!?]

The following story contains sexually explicit acts between
men.  If such things bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you,
frightens you, then why the hell are you here?  Do yourself
a favor and leave before you read something you like and
discover that you're actually gay; you might not be able to
deal with the revelation.

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                       The Brotherhood
                         Chapter IX


     Everything happened so quickly.

      Something was seriously wrong back home, but that was
about all I could pick up.  As I rushed and fumbled to get
my clothes on, Q seemed to melt into his effortlessly.
Around me, the dialog was once again spoken in that unknown
language, and while I couldn't make out a single word,
seriousness and anger oozed from each mysterious syllable.
Q was encircled by the Brothers, while I was basically
dismissed.  Seth instructed me to go downstairs to Q's jeep,
where a Brother was waiting to drive me home.  Obviously, I
had no say in the matter and never got the chance to say two
words to Q before I was rushed off.

     I took one last look at our motel room door before
entering the jeep.  I guess I was half hoping Q would step
out of the room just say goodbye.  The truth is, I would've
settled for a wave from the window.  I can't believe
something as stupid as that bugged me.  I could've slapped
myself.

     Even with all the mayhem and excitement, the bizarre
lack of cars in the parking lot caught my attention.  A beat
up Chevy that clearly hadn't moved in months, maybe years,
sat in the far corner of the lot.  Other than that, we were
alone. If this Brother was going to take me back to the
house, how the fuck were the rest of them going to get back?
Better yet,  how did they get to the motel in the first
place?  The whole situation had an aura of weird around it
that made me uneasy.

      The Brother in the jeep wasn't someone I recognized,
which didn't surprise me.  I knew I had yet to meet
everyone.

     He didn't say jack to me.  The second I closed the door
he started up the engine and took off like a bat out of
hell.  I thought I was going to have to be peeled off the
window.  I managed to stop him before he took a right onto
the highway.

     "Hey, you might want to take a left instead.  You need
to get gas," I told him.  "Q tried last night but the gas
station was closed.  It's about fifteen minutes down the
road, but I think it's the only place around."

     He didn't say a word.  We just sat at the motel exit as
he stared out the window as if what I said really required
that much thought.  Lets see.The jeep was low on gas, the
nearest gas station was fifteen minutes down the road, and
he was debating what he should do; like I'd made this shit
up or something.  Was taking advice from a pledge really so
beneath him? God, I hate arrogant pricks.  I was tempted to
yell out "what the fuck is there to think about?" But, of
course I knew better, so I bit my tongue and waited.

     "Finally," I whispered as he took the left out of the
motel.  Let me just make it clear - not a single word was
ever spoken between us.  Not then or at any time during our
return trip. Personally, I would've loved the opportunity to
get to know another Brother, but he didn't obviously did not
feel the same. And I, being the `lowly pledge' wasn't about
to spark up the conversation.  Fuck him.  I was more than
happy to find something else to concentrate on.

     It didn't take long.

     Our brief sojourn to the gas station was fairly non-
eventful.  And by "fairly," I mean "completely."
       However, just as we pulled away from the station, a
mangled metal frame with shards of broken glass caught my
eye.  At first it seemed like a piece of lost art - almost
purposely poised.  But then, as my silent chauffeur turned,
I caught it from a more familiar angle.  It was a phone
booth.  THE phone booth from my dreams - and it was smashed
to shit! I was stunned and confused to say the least.  It
made no sense.  Did something happen that night?  Something
Q didn't want me to know about?  And if so,  how do I begin
to explain passing out and waking up in the truck without
any real memories?  Not to mention Q - he confirmed it was
all just a dream.  Why in the fuck would he do that?  Why
lie to me about the lost time?

     I leaned my head against the glass and mouthed, "Not
again."  So many years had passed since my last episode I
almost forgot.almost forgot what made me so different from
normal people.  I find it difficult to even express it on
paper so I won't.at least not yet.  All I can say it's
extremely unsettling to know you're missing part of
yourself. Especially when the first ten years of your life
is nothing but a dark veil.

     The ride home was difficult.  My mind was consumed with
the events of the pervious night; the lost moments, the time
I spent with Q, the intimacy we shared and what it all
meant.  The silent Brother ushering me home was of no help,
but perhaps the quiet served a purpose.  I was left alone
with my thoughts for most of the trip, scrutinizing every
detail down to the way Q gazed at me.  I couldn't make sense
of any of it really.  It was like trying to analyze a dream;
a dream that felt real even when common sense told you
otherwise.

     And now that the moment was over I couldn't place my
feelings.

     Seriously, where did last night come from?   I didn't
know whether I should be excited or afraid or maybe both.
Excited because I was heading down a path I'd never been on
and afraid because I couldn't see where the path was taking
me.

     Not to mention the fact that I was getting hot and
heavy with another guy. Whether or not I wanted to admit it,
I'd enjoy it.  What did that say about me?  I've never been
with a guy and I know lots of guys say this, but honestly,
the thought never crossed my mind.  The whole gay thing is
not.was not. my scene.  Don't get me wrong, I have nothing
against gays; hell I've hung out at more than one gay bar in
my time, but always with Alex. And always for the high
energy vibe the clubs exude. And the guys, gay or straight,
were always cool as shit.  But me one of them?  Never. Yet
there I was sitting in that fucking truck driving home with
a very intense and vivid image of another guy burning in my
mind.

     In that moment I realized my life had just become a
hundred times more complicated.

     Alex!  Suddenly that name came screeching down to the
forefront of my thoughts like the Hollywood sign set ablaze.
What the fuck did this mean for the two of us?  How could I
look at her again and profess love knowing what I did?  How
could I expect her to trust me after what happened?
Granted, I wasn't planning on leaving her a post-it or
emailing her the details of my encounter anytime soon, but I
still felt bad about it.

     I held back a small laugh. "Stop being such a drama
queen," I scolded myself.  "It was one fucking night!"  So Q
got down and dirty with his Little Brother.  Big deal!
He'll probably get back home and get back to his normal life
and forget our little encounter ever happened.  I needed to
believe that in order to save myself a whole lot of trouble
and grief.   Simply put all this shit out of my mind and
chuck it up to some bad judgment on both our parts.

     The Brother's loud ass cell phone snapped me back to
reality.  I wanted to turn to him and say, "Damn, deaf much?
Turn that shit down!"  But of course I talked all the smack
I wanted in my head, but didn't dare speak any of it out
loud.  I wasn't a crazy fool after all!

     He answered the phone calmly, then proceeded to fly off
the handle.

     "Tell me about!" he shouted into the phone, gripping it
so tightly I actually heard the phone cracking in his hand.
He let out what could only be described as a "roar," then
slammed his fist on the steering wheel.  "I'm so fucking
pissed right now - you don't understand!"

     Great.   There I was stuck in a truck with an angry
fool, whose lead foot got heavier with every foul word he
spewed.  As I watched, each passing streetlight streamed by
my window with increasing speed.

     "Shit.I'm so pissed right now I don't know what to do
with myself," he ranted.  "I just want to ram this fucking
truck into something to feel like I'm doing damage
somewhere!"

     Fuck that!  That fool better have enough sense to pull
over and let me off Satan's ride before he decides to become
a stunt driver.  You best believe I was checking my seatbelt
to make sure that fucker was on securely.

     "I can't believe they went this far!"  Now that peaked
my interested immediately.  Who were "they" and what did
"they" do?   I heard the Brother take a deep breath and push
back against his seat.  He suddenly appeared calm and
collected. The jeep even slowed a bit.  "Haven't I been
saying that we've become too relaxed over the years?"  He
fell silent as he listened and nodded to what the person on
the phone was saying.  "Yeah I get that, but still.I've told
Q over and over again that we need to step up our game.  He
refused to listen and now look what happened. They come at
us like this?"  He paused once again, but only briefly.  I
was sure he was now interrupting the other guy.  "I know
it's Q's call.  What do think - I'm fucking stupid?  But if
he had acted sooner the."

      I think that's when he remembered he wasn't alone in
the truck, for he kind of turned his head a little and
looked at me thru the corner of his eye.  And what do you
know?  He instantly starts speaking the same language Q and
Dylan spoke the day before.   That was the end of me being
noisy.  From time to time, he switched between the two
languages and I'd pick up a word here or a phrase there, but
it wasn't enough to commit to memory.  The moment he flipped
his phone shut it rang again.  I'd say while we were doing
mach ten down the highway he got at least eight more calls
by the time we got home.   And although though I couldn't
understand what they were talking about, I knew it had to do
with why they needed Q to return.

     We got home in half the time it took us to get up
there, which wasn't surprising considering I was riding with
mister lead foot.  The road leading up to the Brotherhood
house was alive with people - either walking towards it,
coming back form it, or just standing around talking.  That
just served to intensify my curiosity.  As we turned the
corner that would bring the house into full view a large
fire truck came around and almost forced us off the road.
If the Brother flinched in the slightest, I never saw it.
I, on-the- other-hand, was trying to force my heart to come
up from the pit of my stomach, but it only sank deeper the
second I saw it.

     The house had gone up in flames.

     Okay, maybe I'm being a little overdramatic about the
situation.  I mean, it was still standing. And from what I
could see, most of the house seemed okay, but the very far
right portion of the front of the house was nothing more
than cinders.  Most of the house was covered in soot, and I
think that attributed to it looking much more damaged than
it truly was. There was a  crazy amount of people just
standing in the open fields around the house, people that
really didn't belong there.  I know I wasn't a full Brother
yet, but I felt a protectiveness over that broken building.
Just seeing our beautiful house in that condition pissed me
the fuck off! And seeing all the onlookers standing around,
made the scene that much more violated.  The sinking feeling
in my stomach turned into anger and I didn't know who to
direct that rage towards.  Had this been some unfortunate
accident I don't think I would've been as upset, but I knew
"they" had something to do with it. There was somebody out
there responsible for this shit and I was ready to knock
some heads.

     "Are you fucking kidding me?" I couldn't help myself.
Those words flew out of my mouth without me realizing I said
anything.  It wasn't until the Brother was like "tell me
about it" that it hit me that outburst came from me.  I was
just sick to my stomach with rage.  This was the house I'd
been living in.  This was the house I was planning to spend
the rest of my college career in.  This was the house I
respected as if it were Q himself and "they" pissed all over
that.  If you can't understand where my anger was coming
from I suggest you just stop reading right now and walk
away.

     A cop dropped the yellow police tap as Q's truck
approached.  Beyond that line stood a large group of guys in
TBH jackets.  I discovered later that many of those
Brother's were former alumni who lived in Connecticut and
the surrounding states.  Damn, when news of this got out -
it really got out!

     One of the Brother's standing outside came up to the
truck and tapped his ring on the driver's side window.
"It's about time you got here Jacob."  No, he wasn't talking
to me.  As it turned out, I shared the same name as lead
foot.

     "I got here as fast as I could," He answered, then
looked tentatively around the grounds.  "How are things
going?"

     "Well, they started letting people into the house about
an hour and a half ago once they declared the house
structurally safe."

     Jacob nodded slowly.  "How is it inside?  Is it really
bad?"

     "Honestly, I don't know," he shrugged as he looked over
at the house.  "I haven't been able to get inside yet
because."

     "Why not?"

     The Brother looked at Jacob as if to say, "I was about
to tell you fool!"  It was quite funny really.  "Q doesn't
want a million people running around inside right now so he
asked us to stay outside for now unless you live in the
house."

     `Q's already here?' I remember thinking.  And I hate to
admit but I felt a flutter in my stomach the second I heard
his name.

     "Well, I'm going in then," Jacob announced and got out
of the truck.

     I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I just
followed him inside.  I didn't see any other pledges
standing outside so I assumed they were inside as well.  I
was pleased to see I was right.  The first thing I saw was
Ant, Arsen, CJ, and Sam in the living room huddled together
trying to stay out of the way.  I went right up to them,
forgetting about the other Jacob completely.  I gave them
some love, as friends do when they see each other, and asked
them what was going on.

     "No idea dude," CJ shrugged.  "Someone tried to set the
house on fire."

     "Yeah, `because I didn't get that pulling up to the
house," I snapped.  Arsen shot me a dirty look instantly and
I got why.  "I'm sorry CJ I didn't mean to."

     "Its okay bro," he smiled.  "I get it.  We're all a
little worked up right now."

     "Tell me about it," I agreed clinching my fist.  The
house smelled like smoke and there was water dripping from
the ceiling and running down the walls.  I couldn't tell how
bad it was because the fire started somewhere on the second
or third floor way over on the east side of the house.  "I'm
so pissed I want to punch something or someone.  Seriously!"

     "I hear you," Arsen added.

     "Any idea as to who did this?" I asked them.

     "I don't know," Arsen shrugged.  "The only thing I've
been able to pick up is that `They' had something to do with
it."

     "Yeah, I hear the same thing, but `they' who?"

     "Who knows?" Sam jumped in.  "That's all the Brother's
keep saying.  `They' this and `They' that, but no one's said
who `They' are.  There's so many people in the house right
now talking it up that it's impossible to make out what
anyone is saying.  It's like a lot of back ground noise
really."

     "There you are!" Jacob, aka lead foot, came rushing
into the room practically yelling.  At first I thought he
was talking to me, which freaked me out a little because I
thought I was in deep shit for leaving him, but it didn't
take me long to realize he was talking to someone behind me.

     I couldn't believe he was standing there the whole time
and I never noticed him until now.  Q was literally standing
about ten feet behind me in front of the fireplace with his
back to my group staring up at the picture hanging over the
mantel.  The picture was quite beautiful, that is it was
until it was destroyed by the water running down the walls.
I couldn't help myself!  I was drinking him in like a cup of
fine wine, savoring every taste.  He looked amazing to me in
his cut up jeans and playboy t-shirt; standing there leaning
a little to the right with his left arm around his waist and
other on his head, his hand clutching a fist full of hair.
Suddenly we were in the motel room again in each others arms
and nothing else mattered.  I know, I know, this coming from
the same guy who not too long ago said it wasn't a big deal,
that it was a one time thing and that I was putting it out
of mind.  But just seeing Q standing there stired up a whole
bunch of feelings that I simply can't help, as frustrating
and confusing as they may be.

     "Slow down bucko," Shaun said as he thru his hand out
in front of Jacob.  "All the shouting and arguing has been
done a hundred times over now.  There's no point in going
down that road again."

     "Well, I haven't had a chance to put my two cents in
yet!"  Shaun was going to say something more but Jacob
wouldn't let him get a word.  "I knew this would happen
eventually.  I've been saying for a long time we've been too
laid back and I was right because look what happened.  Years
ago they never would've pulled this shit on us.  Never!"
His argument drew a crowd.  "But because we've been so
relaxed lately we practically invited this attack on us.  We
need to hit them back.hard!"

     A lot of the Brothers gathered now seemed to like that
idea.  Very much.

     "That's all fine and dandy," Shaun smirked, "but you
don't get to make that call.  This isn't Jacob's world."

     "He's right," Eric added.  "This is the council's call,
not yours."

     "Oh please!" Jacob rolled his eyes.  "Spare me will
you?  What does Kyrios have to say about it?"

     "Kyrios has nothing to say about anything," Eric fired
back, steaming mad.  "This house is ruled by this council."
He twirled his finger around gesturing at all the members
of the Inner Circle.  "So unless you're challenging this
council I suggest you calm down."

     "Of course I'm not challenging you guys, but how can
you expect me to calm down after all this?"  Throwing his
hands up in the air, he looked around the room.  "This is
bullshit and something needs to be done like yesterday!"

     It took me a while to figure out that `by yesterday' he
meant ASAP not that something actually happened the day
before.  Yeah, I can be stupid sometimes sue me!   The
shouting attracted all the Brother's within hear shot; they
crowded around Jacob and the council and before long
everyone just exploded.  The yelling and arguing got out of
control to the point where people where just shouting for
the sake of shouting. No one was listening, the room was too
loud to even try.

     I never took my eyes off Q, who had yet to move or
utter a single sound.  It was one of those situations where
I found myself thinking, `wait for it, wait for it, wait for
It.'

     Q snapped his head towards the crowd behind him and
shouted a single word.  It was fierce, commanding, and
completely incomprehensible by anyone other than the
Brothers.  The silence was instant.  It didn't trail off and
no one tried to sneak in a final word. It was like a switch
was flipped causing everyone to shut the fuck up.  Slowly,
he returned his gaze at the painting and for a while no one
said anything.  It was clear Q had the floor and if anything
was going to be said, it would be by him and only him.

     He spoke again, his voice melodic and haunting.
Everyone, including all the pledges, hung on his every word
even though we didn't know what he was saying.  For me, it
was simply the beauty of the language that kept me
transfixed.  With his last utterance, he walked towards the
connecting room with the rest of the Inner Circle in tow.

     I still had my eyes fixed on him and it was because I
wanted him to turn around so badly so our eyes could meet,
if only for a split second.  I don't know why.  I guess the
simple gesture would solidify in my mind that last night was
real to him.

     Placing his hand on the door frame, Q slowed his pace
and I could've sworn I saw his head turn ever so slightly in
my direction as if he was ready to look, but he never did.
He rushed off and disappeared into the adjacent room.  I'd
be lying if I said I didn't feel like someone just kicked me
in the balls.  Before anyone jumps on my case, I realize
there was a lot of shit going on at that moment.  I was
there.  But regardless of that, a simple acknowledgement
wouldn't have killed him.  He was my `Big' for one and we
had spent the night together-at least part of it. I went
from being hurt to pissed as quickly as it took Q to silence
the room.

     Q may have ignored me, but I did manage to get
someone's attention.  I noticed Shaun standing there staring
at me staring at Q.  He didn't see anything of course.  He
just raised a brow and followed the rest of the Circle.  I
wonder what was going thru his mind.

     Before I had a chance to contemplate the matter, a
Brother shoved a box in my chest.  "Start moving some of
these boxes into the next room," he said.  I was so caught
up I didn't realize the crowd broke up and everyone started
cleaning.

     "Sure," I said and walked into the same room Q and them
where in, only to find they weren't in there.  I was about
to put the box down when I heard voice coming from the
corridor.  I took a quick look around the room to make sure
no one was paying attention, and they weren't for everyone
was too busy moving shit around to notice me, and followed
the voices down the hall.

     Now that was some risky business. I knew I could find
myself in world of shit if one of the Brother's saw me
snooping around.  And if the Inner Circle found me.I didn't
even want to think about it at that point.

     Even when I didn't hear them talking anymore I kept on
going even though I knew better.  I stopped just before the
corner and hearing the sound of their voices again scared
the shit of me to where I almost dropped the box I was
carrying.  They were right there around the corner.  Holy
shit!  I could reach around and grab one of them I was so
close.

     "Don't be too hard on Jacob," Shaun said.  Me?  What
the fuck did I do?  "He means well and with everything that
happened you can't blame him for getting a little heated and
yelling."  Oh, never mind.  Right then I thought the other
Jacob should change his name to Bob or something for the
sake of confusion.

     "I don't," I heard Q say.  "I know how he feels for I
feel the same way.  Believe me I want to blow up just as
much as the next guy, but I don't have that luxury.none of
us do."

     "Why now?" Steel fired off abruptly.  His voice was
very close to me so I assumed he was like right there.
"Things have been relatively calm between us for years now,
save for a few minor incidences here and there, so why would
they come after us now?"  And I was right.  He took a few
steps back and there he was.  I could see his back, his
legs, and the back of his head.  I was pissing my pants!  If
he leaned even an inch back he'd see me from the corner of
his eye. I was pressed against the wall like wallpaper,
praying to god he'd move forward again.

     "I don't like it," Seth weighed in.  "I have a bad
feeling about this and I can't shake the thought that this
was a prelude to what's coming."

     "Lets not over react just yet," Shaun suggested.

     "I agree," Q added.

     They must've turned on some lights because it got
really bright suddenly for a few seconds then it faded.  I
didn't hear them anymore, even after waiting a few minutes
just to make sure I didn't get caught.  But instead of
heading back right away my curiously got the best of me and
I had to take a look to make sure.  For all I knew they were
going to be standing there staring right at me when I turn
the corner.  They weren't.  Instead there was a big ass
mirror about eight feet from the floor with strange writing
engraved in the gold frame.

     "The old secret door trick," I whispered to myself,
pressing my hand to the glass.  "Fuck!" I stepped back and
dropped the box.  "No way!  No fucking way!"  Confused yet?
Not as much as I was I assure you!  Let me tell you what
freaked me the fuck out.  The glass was very warm.  Not a
big deal I'll grant you that, but I could've sworn I saw it
ripple.  Yes, ripple!  Ripple, as in dropping a rock on the
surface of a calm pond, ripple.  "No, no."  I took a moment
to collect and convince myself that I was seeing shit.  Only
way to find out was to do it again, right?  So I took a deep
breath and touched the mirror.  It was a.mirror; a cold,
hard glass mirror.

     A hand gripped my shoulder and spun me around.  "What
the fuck are you doing pledge?"  Tiny, the biggest and
scariest, of all the Brothers was standing before me.
"You're supposed to be putting the boxes in the room back
there not here."

     "Uh, uh.umm," was all I managed to spit out.  I swear
to god I'm shocked I didn't faint.  Now before you think me
a bitch, keep in mind `Tiny' is the black dude who's about
6'7", two hundred plus pounds of pure muscle.  Not the guy
you want to piss off.  I don't even think Steel, as built as
he is, would fuck with Tiny.

     "Get your shit together!  We don't have time to
babysitting you fools today?  You get me?"

     "Yes sir!"

     "Now grab the box and let's go."

     I grabbed the box and straight up bolted out of there,
dropped the box off, and went into the other room with the
rest of the pledges.  I expected to move more stuff around
but I found all the pledges lined up in front of the two A&F
Twin's as I liked to call them.  I was sure what was going
on and it was quite possible they explained what the deal
was before I got there.  At any rate, the lined started
moving as the pledge at the head of the line followed one of
the twin's.  It took me all of two seconds to figure out we
were being lead downstairs to the pit.  It had been a while
since any of us where down there so it was no surprise
seeing the apprehension on everyone's face.  It turned out
not to be such a big deal.  They just wanted us to wait
downstairs for a few until one of them came for us.  I
figured they just wanted to us out of the way so they could
speak freely without worrying what they said around us.

     And of course, no sooner did the twins close the door
behind them did the chatter start up among us.

     "Dudes!"  You get one guess at that one.  "This is
unreal!  What do you guys think happened?"

     "The house started on fire," Steve answered.

     "Yeah, that much we get genius!" Mike was quick to fire
back.

     That pissed me off.  "Hey, back off!"

     "Or what?"

     Oh god.  I just wanted to strangle the shit out of him,
instead I just stared at him with flaming daggers in my eyes
and he did the same.  I realized then that this thing
between us wasn't simply going to go away.  At some point or
another I had very strong feeling we were going to butt some
serious heads.

     "Okay." Ant stepped between us to break our line of
sight.  "I think we all get the fact the house almost went
up in flames.  The question is why?  What exactly happened?
Does anyone know because I wasn't here?  I was out with my
Big."

     "Yeah, I wasn't here either," Arsen added and everyone
else pretty much said the same thing.  "I was out with Shaun
just hanging out really and then he gets this call and the
next thing I know we're in his car flying here."

     I laughed a little.  "Don't get me started on the whole
flying here bit."

     "What do you mean?"  Arsen looked at me with a raised
brow.

     Again, a sarcastic laugh left my lips.  "Let's just say
I'm surprised I made it here in one piece considering
Jacob's driving.   Mach four doesn't begin to describe it!"

     He laughed.  "That's intense."

     "This whole situation is intense!"  Troy chimed in as
he folded his arms over his chest.

     "For crying out loud," Mike interjected with this
unnecessary need to put his two fucking cents in.  "You guys
are making more out of his than what it really is."

     "Really?"  It was all I could say without blowing up.

     "How do you figure that?" Paul asked.

     Mike signed heavily as if his way of thinking was so
beyond us it irked him to bring it down to our level.
Seriously, you ever just want to strangle someone?  "This
was another fucking Frat house getting back at us for some
stupid shit I bet."

     "You think so?"  I couldn't believe the shit coming out
of his mouth.

     "Yes!  Tension between fraternities is very common.
This is no different."

     "That's just." Arsen started saying and knowing he
wouldn't mind I cut him off.

     "The dumbest shit I've ever heard in my life.  For
real!  Are there issues between the different fraternities
on campus?  I'm sure of it.  Have there been times when one
house got back at another for some reason or another?  I
don't doubt it.  But you know how they do it?  They toilet
paper the house, or spray whip cream all over the cars, or
throw a bunch of wet bags filled with dog shit at the house,
hell they might throw a fucking brick thru a window.  But
burning up the entire house is bit much don't you think?"

     Arsen, CJ, and the rest of them laughed it a bit
because they knew I was right and Mike was just being a
dumbass.

     "He's right you know," Sam, who rarely says anything,
agreed.

     Mike didn't even try to hide his anger.  "What the fuck
does he know?"  He pointed at me as if I was guilty of some
crime.  "Just because he's Q's little all of a sudden he has
all the answers?  Give me a fucking break."

     "Give you a fucking break?  Give me a fucking break!
What the fuck does being Q's little have to do with
anything?  I realize I don't know anymore than you do about
the situation.  I just happen to have way more common sense
than you!"

     That was that.  He came at me, I went after him, and
all the guys rushed in to get between us before we came to
blows.

     Grabbing me by the neck, Arsen pulled me aside pressing
his face against the side of mine and sat my ass down.  "So
not worth it!"

     Nick stood between the two crowds with his hands out
like he was directing traffic.  "You fuckers need to calm
down!  You're worse than a couple of bitches fighting over
the same man.  I know because I was that man once.okay,
maybe couple of times.more like four or five but that's
beside the point!  Ya'll need to chill unless you want to be
sent home today."

     "Listen," Arsen whispered in my ear.  "Listen!" He said
again, pressing his forehead into my temple and squeezing my
neck to get my attention.  "Jay you need to calm down right
now!"  Nick was still standing there going on about
something but I tuned him out completely and focused on
Arsen's voice.  He placed his hand over my balled up fist
resting on my lap.  "Let it go man.  Mike is not worth
getting thrown out of The Brotherhood before you even get
there.  Are you really going to give him that much control
over you?"

     "No."

     "Okay then," he shook me gently and laughed, "just let
it go.  Quite frankly I don't want to get thrown out and I
don't mean that you getting kicked out automatically kicks
me out too.  But if you started to throw down with that fool
I'd have to jump in and kick his ass too on principle
alone.and I'm not about to let my boy throw down alone."

     I smiled; my way of thanking him.

     CJ came over, and placing his hands on my knees, he
knelt down before me.  He jerked his head to the side
gesturing towards Mike.  "Dude.you want me to kick his ass?"

     My little group just busted out laughing.  I can't
explain why, it was just the way CJ said it.  It's one of
those things where you had to be there.

     A few minutes passed and everyone got up from there
corners and came back to the middle of the room.

     "You ladies want to kiss and make up now?" Paul asked
all seriously and shit.

     "Fuck him," Mike said.

     "Fuck you," I countered.

     "Okay, okay, that's a start," Paul continued.  "Rome
wasn't built on a cliff.or in week or however the fuck that
saying goes.  But we're ready making progress I think.  At
least you guys are talking to each other, granted it's not
with the most fuzzy warm words, but it's a start."

     It got quiet for a moment until of course CJ decided it
was too quiet.

     "So.what do you guys think really happened?"

     Everyone just groaned and moaned.

     "Lets not open up that can of worms again!" Ant
pleaded.

     "For real!" Some of the guys concurred.

     The funniest thing was it got quiet again but this time
around everyone was staring at CJ waiting for him to say
something out of place again.  After a while I think it got
to him.

     "What?" he shrugged and threw his hands out.

     I laughed and ruffed his hair.  "You're the best bro."

     "No really.what?"

     "So anyway," Jason said walking up next to me to place
his hand on my shoulder, "how was it?"

     I was a bit confused and the expression on my face did
a great job showing it.  "How was what?  What the hell are
you taking about?"

     "You know, the time you spent with Q yesterday."

     Instantly I saw Mike roll his eyes and we all heard his
bitching groan.  For the record, in case it wasn't already
clear, he made more out of it than I ever did.  In fact they
all did.

     "Why do you guys insist on making it such a big deal?"

     "Because it's Q you dink!" Steve just threw his words
out there laced with attitude.  And he really did call me a
dink.  I mean seriously, who uses the word dink?  "I think
we can all agree Q's the big puzzle box everyone's trying to
figure out."

     "I don't know why because he's a pretty normal guy once
you get to know him a little.  But before you guys badger me
to death there's not much to tell really."  Boy was that a
fucking lie!  "We drove up to the airport picked up Dylan,
his former Little. We took him home then headed back..  It
was fucking pouring out and we had a blow out, so we had to
change that shit.  Q decided the roads where too bad to
drive in so we stayed at a motel for the night.  The next
morning Shaun shows up at our door talking about something
happened and here we are.  End of story."  Obviously I left
out a few minor details but I didn't feel the need to go
there thank you very much.

     "So that's where he went.to get Q."  Arsen sounded
mystified, as if what I said was a piece of a puzzle he was
trying to figure out.

     "What are you talking about?"  I had to know.

     It took him a moment to answer me.  "Shaun and I were
in his car when he got the call to come to the house.  I
knew right away something was wrong.  We actually got here
when the first fire hose was turned on.  We got of out his
car, horrified at the sight of the fire.  Shaun told me to
stay by the car and before I could ask him what he was doing
he ran off into the woods."

     "Yeah, I remember seeing him run off like that,"
Anthony added.  "I was wondering where the fuck he was
going.  And then.about forty, forty five minutes later he
was walking up behind us with Q by his side."

     Arsen nodded, confirming Ant's story.

     "Wait a second," I interjected, stepping close to Ant
and Arsen.  "Did you say forty-five minutes?"  Ant nodded.
"But that's impossible because we were still up in Mass when
Shaun showed up and that's a long fucking drive up there not
to mention coming back."

     Ant shrugged, unable to provide me with an answer.  "I
don't know.  Maybe we're mistaking and he was gone longer."

     Arsen agreed with a shrug.  "Perhaps.  But I know he
wasn't gone for more than an hour.hour and half topst.  Not
to mention he left me with his car.  Unless."

     "Helicopter!" CJ called out.  "I remember seeing one
circling the house."

     "Yeah, I know what you're talking about," Arsen said.
"But that was a police helicopter flying around."

     "Dude, I know that.  But think about it.  How else
could Shaun have gotten back with Q so quickly?  Besides
dude, who knows how deep the Brother's connections go.
Maybe they know people on the force."

     "That's true," Paul agreed.  "I wouldn't put it passed
them."

     It made sense but I still had my doubts.  But the
chance to debate the situation was over, for one of the A&F
Twins came down to the pit and ordered us to stand shoulder
to shoulder.  He let us just stand there while he walked up
and down the line, leaving us wondering what the hell was
going to happen next.  Clearing his throat, he stood before
us with his hand behind his back like a drill sergeant ready
to bark at his platoon.

     "Today is the day you're all to be rewarded for setting
a new record for the time it took your class to find their
way home from the woods," he stated.  "Congratulations."  He
didn't give us a chance to get excited about it or at least
show it, so we kept it bottled up inside like a shaken can
of beer ready to burst.  I know I wasn't the only one eager
to find out what this reward entailed.  "You'll get more
details when we get to where we're going.  For now head
outside.the van is waiting to take you to your reward.
Anyway questions?"

     I was surprised he even asked for question and more
shocked at Arsen's bold query.

     "What happened here tonight?" he asked.  I couldn't
help but swallow the iron ball in my throat as if I was the
bold one.

     The Brother got right into his face.  "And what makes
you think you, a pledge of all people, is privy to that
information?"  He waited for an answer that never came.
Arsen probably wasn't sure if he was truly seeking a
response.  The Brother got closer.  "Are you hard of hearing
or just stupid?  Answer me!"

     "I may just be a lowly pledge, Sir, but I still live in
this house and care very much what happens to it and the
other people who live here."

     The Brother backed up off him and by the look on his
face I could tell he believed Arsen was sincere as did I.  I
was easy to see the Brother was contemplating whether to
throw us a bone or not.

     "If you must know," he started saying and almost
instantly everyone leaned in just a hair closer, "it was a
bad prank gone bad.  One of the other Fraternities on campus
wanted to be funny a play a joke with some fireworks, but
they fucked up.  But it's been handled and we already have a
crew on the way to fix up the house."  With a piercing
intensity, he locked his eyes on Arsen.  "Happy?"

     With a nod, Arsen thanked him.

     "Now get your asses up stairs before the van leaves
without you.and no talking!"

     And I knew there was no way on this green earth Mike
would not be able to resist looking at me with that stupid
ass look on his face that screamed I TOLD YOU SO!  I wanted
to bang him up side his head so bad.  Where's a bag of
quarters when you need one, eh?

     We were walking thru the house, and I was so caught up
in watching all the brothers around the house fixing or
moving stuff around, I didn't notice when one of them cut
thru the pledge line.  Luckily I was quick to stop or we
would've collided.

     "Oh, sorry," I said to the brother as Arsen bumped into
me and grabbed my arms to steady himself.   "Shit," I
whispered, realizing it was Q who cut in front of me and
again didn't say a fucking thing.  Like an idiot, I stood
there watching him walk away holding up the line.  It wasn't
until Arsen nudged me from behind that I snapped out of it.

     "Move Jay!"  He sounded a bit annoyed, but I figured
better him then one of the brothers.

     The whole time I was in the van I was beyond annoyed.
I knew Arsen felt there was something wrong but because he
we weren't allowed to talk he couldn't ask; instead he kept
poking me in the ribs with his elbows to elicit a response
from me.  The funny thing was I think he was worried I was
pissed at him for snapping at me when he told me to move.
That's kind of.sweet.when you think about it.

     He confirmed what I suspected was going thru his mind
because he took a chance and leaned in close to me and
whispered, "Are you pissed at me?"  I smiled and shook my
head no.  In a perfect world I would've turned to him and
said Q's pissing me off and here's why.  Of course things
were far from perfect.

     We were taken about ten minutes north of school to an
area known to everyone as The Village.  It's basically a
community of college kids who live off campus and rent
houses, most of which are owned by the university.  The
Village has pretty much everything college kids need; from a
mini-mart and a few clothing stores to a small movie theater
right in the middle of town, a very popular spot as you can
imagine.  Hell, there's even an old fortune teller who lives
across the street from the mini-mart, probably the oldest
member of the community for no one can remember a time when
she hasn't been there.  The only thing that sucked was the
serious lack of a liquor store.  The land is own by the
school so they weren't about to allow one to be built on
their property.  This means when a party is thrown, which
happens quite often, people have to drive to the city to
pick up the liquor.  It isn't all that bad really since it's
only like twenty minutes away.

     The van pulled up into a gated driveway; the tall trees
and brick walls prevented us from seeing what was on the
other side.  The electronic gates opened and we drove up the
driveway to an amazingly beautiful Romanesque style house;
it wasn't as big as the  Brotherhood house but probably the
largest in the neighborhood and guess who owned it?  We were
all exchanging weird looks, wondering what the fuck was
going on. I walked into that place feeling like I was
stepping back in time.  The house's rippling curves, rounded
turrets, and arched entryways definitely gave it an old
world feel.  Leave it to The Brotherhood to have a house so
lavish and grandiose.

     The house itself was made mostly of stone and large
wooden beams.  And while impressive in stature, it seemed
natural to it's surrounding as if it had simply grown from
the soil of its own accord..  The stairway was long, wide
and low.  Each step a shallow rise to the next until they
culminated at the large, square door frame.  Stepping
inside, you left the cold stone behind and entered a word of
color and rich texture.  It was like a scene right out of
one of those `artsy' movies!  The entry room, I would later
hear one of the brothers refer to it as the atrium, was
surprisingly large.  Had it not been for the shallow pool in
the middle of the room, the space could easily play host to
a small reception.  Great tapestries hung on each of the
four walls, and the floor danced with mosaic tile murals.
On each of the side walls, sat two ornately engraved high
backed wooden chairs, and in each corner of the room, stood
a marble statue.  They were larger than life and reminded me
of the Roman Gods, although, truth be told - everything I
learned about the Gods comes from watching Hercules and
Zena.so I'm not exactly an expert on these things.  The
lighting was kept low, yet natural windows and skylights
were everywhere.  Thru the atrium, a large arched doorway
led to a parlor area and was home to the most impressive
fireplace I have ever seen.

     The Brother lined us up in front of it, which by the
way was probably the crown jewel of the whole place.  It was
made of black marble and white stone with two very real
looking lion statues carved out of either side of the
fireplace.  Not to mention is was freaking huge!

     "This is your prize,' the brother said and I'm sure we
couldn't look anymore confused than we already did.  "For
the next two days you'll all be living here on your own and
all the rules you vowed to live by while pledging The
Brotherhood are now.rescinded; at least for the next two
days anyway."

     Holy balls, I thought.  (Yes, I'm a man of great
thought and intellect.)

     "Yes, I'm serious," he continued.  "You're free to do
whatever you want without fear of being called out on your
actions by us.so enjoy it."

     I don't think we were sure how to react to that.  We
became a bunch of stunned muted fools just standing there
with out thumbs up our collective asses.waiting for the
catch.

     Steve raised his hand and the Brother acknowledged him
by nodding in his direction.  "When does this start?" he
inquired.

     The Brother smiled.  "It started the second you walked
thru those doors."

     The room exploded into laughter and cheer with pledges
jumping on each other like we were the winning team in the
Superbowl.  I was damn near tackled by Arsen and CJ.  The
Brother, which by the way was one of the A&F twins, was cool
about it and let us have our moment; he actually cracked a
smile of all things

     All he had to do with clear his throat to pull us back
from the insanity and get our undivided attention.  "Keep in
mind that even though you guys are basically free from The
Brotherhood for the next couple of days, you're still our
pledges.  So whatever you do, good or bad, reflects on us.
So remember that when you're enjoying your two days of
freedom and debauchery.  Now, there's a set of keys and
envelops on the dining room table with your names on it.
Hmmm, what else?" He rolled his eyes back, thinking.  "If
you need to reach us for whatever reason our number is
programmed into the phone; just speed dial 33.  Any
questions?"

     Mike was quick to step up and open his mouth.  "Yeah,
just one." He had his hand half way up and was look around
at us with a grin on his face.  "How do we know this isn't
just another trial?"

     The Brother raised his brow and smirked.  "Good
question.  If it makes you feel any better I give you my
personal guarantee that this is not a trial."

     In case you hadn't notice, Mike has a hard time letting
things go.  "Yeah.but how do we know you saying that isn't
part of the trial."

     "Are you questioning the word of a Brother?" the twin
looked pissed suddenly.

     Mike stepped back as if he was about to punched in the
face.  "I'm sorry," he said shaking head.  "I meant no
disrespect."

     "No, you didn't," the Brother said and asked for
anymore questions.  Well, after that little scene no one was
about to say anything so he left.

     For like two minutes we stood there staring at each
other and I was pretty sure we were all thinking the same
shit.  Finally in one voice we all yelled out.

     "PARTY!"

     But before I get into the details of the party, have
you guys seen MTV's Real World when they first get to the
house?  That was us for like the first thirty minutes we
were there.  The first thing everyone did was look for the
bedrooms so they could claim their favorite.  There were
four large bedrooms in the house and they were kind of
already picked out for us because we found our clothes
hanging in the closets and put away in the different
dressers; and I'm talking about the clothes from our dorm
rooms we weren't allowed to wear while pledging.  Yes, we
could have moved shit around to pick different rooms but in
the end a room is room and no one wanted to waste time over
stupid shit.

     Arsen, Anthony, CJ, and I all shared a room and even
though Nick, Paul and Steve had their own they ended up
sleeping in our room in sleeping bags we found.

     I was going thru my stuff when something clicked in my
head.  "Hey, did anyone check out he envelops in the dinning
room?" I asked to no one in particular.  Arsen, Ant, and I
headed downstairs to find CJ, Jason, and few other pledges
already there looking thru the stuff on the table.  "What's
in it?" I asked, walking up behind CJ.

     "Check it out dude," he answered and threw the envelop
with my name on it to me.

     There was two hundred dollars in cash and a pretty pimp
cell phone inside.  "Did everyone get 200 bucks and cell?"

     The guys nodded.

     "Sweet," I smiled.  "Hey, what happened to the keys
that were supposed to be here?"

     Mike walked in jingling the keys in his hand and I just
about gagged.  "They're the keys to the house and for a
brand new Lincoln Navigator parked out back."

     "Sweet dude!"  CJ sounded like an excited little boy;
it was kind of funny.  He reached to take the keys from Mike
but he was quick to stuff them in his pocket.

     I just about lost it!  If it wasn't for Arsen holding
my arm and giving me the `it's so not worth it' look
would've blown the fuck up. There was a little bit of
chatter going on about how cool it was they left us money
and the cell phones.

     Then ouut of the freaking blue, Mike turns to me and
says, "Oh, by the way I was right."

     I just gave him this look that really can't be
described.  "What the hell are you talking about now?"

     "Back at the house, I told you that what happened was a
bunch of fuck ups who took things too far."

     "Yeah, whatever," I simply rolled my eyes and was
willing to leave it at that but I couldn't say the same for
Mike.

     "What, you still don't think so?" he pressed on.  "The
Brother said it himself.  What more proof do you need?"

     "That's what he said.  That doesn't mean it's what
actually happen."

     "You calling him a liar?"

     "No, I'm not."

     "Then.it means I was right."

     "No, it doesn't.  Just because I'm not calling him a
lair doesn't mean he was telling us the whole truth about
what happened.  We're not full Brothers.  They don't owe us
any explanation if something bigger is going on."  By this
time I could hear some of the other guys groaning because
Mike and I were heading down that road again.  "The fact is
they probably told him to tell us that just so we don't
freak out about what happened."

     "What the fuck do you honestly think happened?  You're
way too paranoid."

     "And you're way too gullible!"

     "Okay!" Steve shouted over the two of us.  "Are we
really going to throw a party?"

     "Thank you!"  Paul was quick to thank him for changing
the subject.

     "Fuck yeah!" Troy added his two cents.  "Why not?  A
party at a TBH house.now that's hot!  Do you have any idea
how many bitches will show up just because it's in this
house?"

     Everyone got excited over that fact.

     "So it's a done deal?" Anthony asked, checking to make
we were really doing this.

     "Done!" we shouted.

     "Wait," Mike interrupted the celebration, "do we invite
the Brothers?"

     I rolled my eyes at that one.  "It's their fucking
house.  How can we not?"

     "Maybe they don't want to hang out with a bunch of
pledges.  Ever think about that?"

     "No, not really," I sneered.  "It's a fucking party.
Besides, I'm sure they can all use the distraction after the
fire."

     We would have gone at it again if it was for Arsen
stepping.  "Oh will you two shut up already.  I'll call
Shaun and ask him to pass the word to the others."

     Nothing much happened after that.  We spent the next 24
hours getting shit ready for the party.  Everyone used the
opportunity to call back home to friends and family.  I
spent about an hour talking to my folks and over 2 hours
talking to Aaron, my best friend I grew up with.  He was
going to Brown University, which sucked because we wanted to
end up in the same school, but shit doesn't always turn out
the way you plan it.  Aaron was off the wall when I told I
was pledging TBH.  I think he was more excited than I was to
tell you the truth.  Okay, I'm lying there but you get the
idea.  He wanted to know everything about everything about
there was only so much I could tell him and he understood
that.  He's cool like that.  I missed him.  The one think I
really wanted to talk to him about I couldn't bring myself
to mention, even though I was standing by the pool outside
where no one could here me.  More importantly, I wasn't sure
how he'd react and I wasn't about to fuck things up with my
bud of almost ten years.  Once I explained who Q was and his
position in the house, Aaron couldn't believe I ended up his
Little.  He called me a "lucky fuck."

     For a bunch of guys that just got a get out of jail
free card from the Brother's, we did very little except
focus on the party.  Xavier, Mike, Sam, and Kevin where on
liquor duty; they had to make several trips out to the city
to get everything we needed.  From kegs to hard core liquor,
we got it all.  Jason, Justin, Arsen, Nick and Troy went
around the Village to spread the word about the party and
from what they told us people seemed pretty pumped about it.
That left Ant, CJ, Paul, Steve and I in charge of getting
food, plates, cups and all that bullshit.  Our little trip
to the mini-mart was hardly worth mentioning if it wasn't
for our run in with Lady White.

     We were walking to the store, bull shitting the whole
way of course.  Paul was annoyed because he wanted to take
the Navigator, but since Nick and the rest of the gang had
to get the beer it made sense for them to take the truck.
Paul didn't see it that way though.  He wanted to drive
around looking like a big time baller.

     Oh, one cool thing that happened as well was the amount
of people who stopped us on the way to the store to asking
about the party and if it was still going to happen.  Not
just people we passed on the streets, fuckers in cars pulled
over and waved us down to ask.  It got us pretty pumped.

     Anyway, we walked by that fortune tellers shop and CJ
decided that he was going to go in and catch up with us
later.  Now, I don't know if it was because he really wanted
his fortune read or if it had anything to do with the three
hot girls we saw walking in just as we went by.  It's a
mystery really.

     It didn't take us long to get what we needed.  We ran
into more buzz about the party in the store; even the
cashier couldn't stop talking about it.  I realized then the
party was already a hit before the first drunk ever hit the
ground.

     The five of us head back to pick up CJ, who we thought
would be waiting outside the shop for us but wasn't.  We
walked in as the three girls were walking out and they were
laughing at CJ; so I'm already wondering what kind of
trouble CJ is getting himself into.  So we standing around
in the waiting just outside the room where Lady White reads
your fortune.  The inside of this place wasn't what I
expected.  It didn't have all the fortune teller crap you
see in the movies or read about in books.  There were some
chairs, a couch and table with some magazines stacked up
neatly by the lamp.

     We didn't have to wait long before we heard CJ ranting
to Lady White about something or other.  Not giving a shit
whether the session was private or not, we walk into the
room to find out what was going on.

     "What do you mean you can't tell me?" CJ was saying.
He looked over his shoulder brief to see who was coming in
behind him.  Giving us a simple nod, he returned his
attention to Lady White.

     "I can not," Lady White replied, sliding CJ's forty
bucks back across the table.  "The path you are on is veiled
from me.  Reaching the end of your journey is the only way
you'll discover the outcome."  At least she sounded like a
fortune teller.

     "What the fuck?  Dude, who's talking about paths here?
I just want to know whether I'm going to become a brother or
not."  He slide the cash back at her.  "So just take my
money and answer my question."

     "I can not."  And she slide it right back across the
table.

     "Dude!"  CJ looked annoyed but it's hard to take that
look seriously when he says dude all the time.  It just
doesn't fit.  "Stop trying to give me back my money.  Just
take it and answer my question!"

     She tried slipping it back but he stopped her and
pushed it back toward her, then she did the same.  It was
the funniest thing I've seen.   It was like something
straight out of a movie, watching these too fools pushing
the money back and forth.  Lady White remained collected; CJ
was the one getting all hot under the collar.

     "I'll pay you double!"

     Here we go, I thought.  This is where Lady con-artist
is going to have a major break thru and for eighty bucks
she'll have a vision of what's in store for CJ.  Boy did she
prove me wrong.  CJ upped it all the way up to 120 bucks and
she turned him down every time.  He would've offered all the
money he got from the Brothers had Ant not stopped his
stupid ass.

     "The money isn't the issue," she said to him in her
calm voice.  "No amount will open up the window you wish me
to look thru."

     "Dude, why not?"

     "It's as I said.  The path you are on is veiled from
me.  I cannot see thru it anymore than you can see thru
walls in this room.  The Brotherhood is an order shrouded in
secrets and mysteries far beyond my capabilities."

     "Fine!"  CJ finally gave up and got up to leave.

     Politely nodded her head at him, Lady White looked up
at the rest of us.  She appeared fine until she saw me.  For
a moment she looked like she'd seen a ghost.  I mean she got
white as hell.

     "We should get going," I said to the guys and then she
came at me like a bullet.

     Grabbing my face, she pulled me close to her and I
swear I thought his crazy woman was going to kiss me.

     "Umm." I started to say.

     "Shhh!" She pulled me even closer and jerked my head
around as she stared into my eyes, looking for something.
What the hell she was looking for I couldn't tell you.  The
whole situation was bizarre.  "You've been marked!"

     "Uh huh.Guys, a little help here would be great."

     Paul stepped up next to her and tapped her on the arm.
"Okay crazy, let my man here go."

     "You don't understand!"  She looked at Paul with wide
eyes, freaking him out to the point where he had to take a
few steps back from her.  "Your friend has been mark by the
light." Lady White finally released me and backed away from
me, her fingers pressing gently to her lips.  "My God!"
This woman was freaking me the fuck out.  "They have no
idea.and neither do you."

     "What are you talking about?" I finally demanded.

     "Jacob lets just bounce," Steve insisted.  "Lady Crazy
here is obviously having some issues right now."

     "Yes, leave.  Leave now!"

     "But."

     "Leave!" she yelled.  "Get out!"  Out of nowhere the
woman dropped to her knees and started wailing like a
banshee.  Her eyes disappear up in her head and her body
starts convulsing like crazy.  I think we all almost pissed
out pants after what she did next.  She jumped up onto the
tips of her toes but her body was bent backwards to where
her head was almost touching the fucking floor.  We grabbed
our shit and booked it out of there.

     I was beyond freaked out.  We all where.  Holy shit!
We seriously ran all the way home.  I honestly thought her
head was going to start spinning around and green shit was
going to fly out of her mouth.  But the funny thing was we
stopped outside the gates, heaving and dropping to the
ground because we're all out of breath, and started laughing
our asses off.

     "Holy fuck!" Steve managed to spit while he gasped for
airs.  "What a fucking freak show!"

     "Dude!"  CJ couldn't finish whatever he was trying to
say.  "Dude!"

     "Oh my god!" I said.  "That was out of control.
Seriously!"

     We spent the next ten minutes catching our breaths and
laughing it up.  The rest of the afternoon was spent getting
shit ready for the party the following night.  It's kind of
crazy when you think about it.  We had two days of freedom
to do whatever we wanted and did very little else besides
work on stuff for the party.  We should've been out there
painting the town red, as the saying goes.  Nick and the
other guys got some pretty cool laser lights they spent the
whole night setting up.  I couldn't be bothered.

     On a side note, that night I was pretty annoyed.  I was
taking a shower, all lathered up, and happy to finally be
alone to get some self love in.  You have no idea how hard
it is to get some privacy with thirteen other guys running
around everywhere.  So you can understand why I was excited
about having that time to myself to have a long and
fulfilling stroke.

     Well that didn't happen.  After a few strokes, Arsen
comes laughing his ass off and sits on the toilet to tell me
about some funny shit that happened downstairs.  I guess I
can blame myself for not locking the freaking door.
Granted, what happened was pretty fucking funny and I'd tell
you what it was if I didn't already know you won't get it,
but it could've waited until I was done showering or at the
very least until I blew my load.  What made it worse was
when he was done he didn't leave.  Don't get me wrong.
Arsen's my boy, love him to pieces, but damn!  I saw him
thru the blurry glass door strip naked and wrap and towel
around his waist.  He sat around bullshitting with me while
he waited for his turn to jump in the shower.

     If that wasn't bad enough, Ant strolls into the
bathroom wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and brushes
his teeth and joins in our conversation.  In my head I'm
counting down to zero for the time it would take CJ to join
the group.  And I was right; just as I hit zero he walks in
and sits on the tile floor.  A few minutes later the whole
gang is in the bathroom, by that I mean Nick, Paul, and
Steve show up.  And even though CJ told the story about lady
crazy in the head ten million times, he felt the need to
tell it again.

     "Damn, did she see you fools coming," Nick laughed.

     "Dude, what are you talking about?"

     "She was putting on a show to convince you she was the
real thing, is all I'm saying."

     "Dude, you think I'm stupid?"  CJ sounded insulted.  "I
never said I believed the shit.  The point of the story is
that bitch is crazy!"

     I had to slide open the door a little to see what
everyone was laughing at.  It was CJ rolling around on the
floor and screeching; his retarded attempt to mimic Lady
White.  Admittedly, it was pretty humorous.

     "I wonder what her deal was," Ant inquired.

     "Man, forget all that!" Steve jumped in the conversion.
"Tomorrow's party is going to be crazy, crazy!  You have any
idea how many people are going to be here tomorrow night?
How many fucking half naked girls will be here?"

     Nick laughed and gave Steve a high five.  "Hell yeah!
There going to be a ton of crazy bitches here and now that
we're free to do whatever I'm definitely getting me some
ass!"

     Everyone in the room was digging that idea.  Quite
honestly I never even thought of it that way, now that I was
the party seemed that much better.  After that comment, all
the guys could talk about was how they were going to fuck
every girl under the sun.  If it had tits it was getting
fucked.  The only person who didn't say a word the whole
time was Ant for whatever reason.  He just sat back against
the wall listening, amused at the spectacle.

     I was just about done with my shower and realized the
towel was still hanging on the rack, so I asked one of the
fools to pass it to me.

     "What's wrong with your hands?" CJ asked, laughing.

     I was about to go off, but then I thought, why be
modest around these guys.  They've already seen the jewels
and then some, so I got out and got my own towel, balls to
the wind.

     "At a boy!" CJ cheered and slapped my bare ass as I
walked passed.hard.  I snapped around and almost knocked his
teeth in, but he rolled up into a ball for protection,
laughing the whole time and he wasn't alone of course.

     "About time!"  Arsen complained, throwing me his towel
as he stepped into the shower.

     That sort of became the theme that night.  As we all
sat around bull shitting, me taking up Arsen's seat on the
toilet, everyone there took their shower in our bathroom.
It was like they were afraid to leave because they might
they might miss out on the meaning of the universe or
something while we were bull shitting.  There was no such
thing as modesty in that crowd anymore, everyone just
dropped their underwear and jumped in.  At one point Nick
got out of the shower and stood there butt ass naked for
like ten minutes while he told us about some girl he fucked
three ways from Sunday.  No one cared that a naked jock was
standing in front of them; and at this point I sure as hell
didn't give a fuck either.

     Things got interesting to say the least when Steve got
up to take a shower.   Like before, everyone was talking it
up until you hear, "Damn!"  I don't even remember who said
it, but it drew everyone's attention to Steve.  We've all
seen Steve naked before so we knew what he was packing, but
this was different in that it was up close and personal.

     "Holy shit dude!" CJ was wide eyed staring at Steve's
crotch, and for good reason.  "Dude, what do you feed that
thing?"

     Grabbing his crotch, Steve stood there laughing a very
proud laugh.  "A lot of pussy!"

     "Oh, please!"  Paul couldn't let that comment go by
without some kind of counter.  "You wouldn't know what pussy
was if it came up to you and licked in the face."

     Okay, the image of that grossed me out and I'm very
fond of pussy mind you!

     "How big is that thing?" Nick inquired.

     "About six, maybe seven inches," Steve answered, as he
flipped Paul off.

     You're probably thinking six, seven inches isn't a big
deal.  Yeah, that's how big he is soft!  He grabbed his shit
tighter and waved that bad boy around and you can tell he
wasn't lying.

     "We can see that," Nick snickered.  "I'm talking about
hard."

     Throwing his head back slightly and shifty his eyes up
and to the right, he stood there absently shaking his cock
while he thought about it.  Please!  Like that fool doesn't
know how big his cock is down to the centimeter.  Pretty
much every guy does!  It's why God invented rulers and the
tape measure.

     "Ten and half to eleven inches."

     Nick pulled the waist band of his boxer briefs and
looked down at his crotch.  "God damn!"

     Everyone was just taken by this skinny Goth kid having
such a big fucking cock.  It wasn't just big, but fat and
meaty with a nice sized sack to boot.  I said it before and
I'll say again, if the pledge class was a puzzle Steve would
be the odd piece that doesn't quite fit.  He doesn't have
that jock, athletic, tone look the rest of us do.  He's not
an ugly guy mind you, but when you look around the room or
hell, the entire pledge class and house, there are some
pretty good looking guys that make it up.  That's not being
conceited it's stating a fact.  Compared to the rest of us,
he's very average looking.  But there he was standing
proudly with the biggest cock in the entire campus, I'd bit.
I chalk it up to one of the many cruel jokes of the
universe.

     "Show us," I heard someone say suddenly.  `What the
fuck,' I thought and even Steve looked confused.

     "Dude, get it up and show us what you got so we know
you're not shitting us."  Why wasn't I surprised it was CJ?
Steve asked him if he was serious to which he nodded yes.
"Dude, get over this whole I'm straight thing.  You're
standing there waving your cock around in front of a bunch
of guys.  Back in Cali when a bunch of guys and girls got
together at parties and shit we did a lot worse, believe
me."

     That's when I realized CJ was one of those people that
just doesn't give a fuck when it comes to this type of shit.
Watch a guy jerk it or eat a girl out with a crowd around
him, he'd be down for whatever.  He doesn't like labels and
didn't believe in barriers.

     I don't know what's worse.  That CJ was egging him on
or that no one spoke up to try and stop him.  Next thing you
know, Steve went from absently waving his limp dick, to
slowly stroking a semi-hard bone. With Steve standing in
front of the shower doors, we all got a perfect view and
believe me we were all looking; memorized is more like it.

     It didn't take long for Steve to develop a full bone.
He wasn't exaggerating.  He was huge!  Eleven inches easy.
Eleven fucking inches!  I feel for the girl who has to take
that monster.  Within minutes, Steve was going at it like a
champ. His knees were bent slightly, his hips thrust forward
so his cock was point straight up and he kept his eyes
closed as he bit his lower lip.  It was an interesting sight
to say the least, to watch one hand slide up and down such a
massive pole. He started slow at first, but when the first
few drops of precum appeared Steve went to town, wrapping
both fist around his cock to jerk it.  That still wasn't
enough to cover the whole things.

     "Fuck," someone whispered.

     Fuck was right!

     I took a moment to break my eyes away from the action
(seriously, it's like a really bad accident.  You know you
shouldn't stare but you simply can't help it) to look around
at the rest of the guy.  They all had their mouth gapping
open, amazed at what they saw.  And being we were all
sitting around in our underwear, it was pretty easy to see
that everyone had a bugle going.  You couldn't hide and no
one tried really.  Hell, I don't think they were aware of
anything else but the sight before them.  I was guilty too,
I'm not going to lie.

     Steve's heavy breathing got my attention again.  He was
meeting every stroke with a thrust of his hips, like he was
fucking some hot hole.  There was so much precum oozing out
his cock and fist were covered in it; hell you could clearly
hear it now as he jerked.  More than that, you could see the
muscles in his arms and stomach flex with every stroke; how
his body gleamed from the sweat forming on his body.

     I was so fucking hard!  And much like the rest of the
guys, I had to adjust myself a few times because it was
getting a bit uncomfortable.  I'm not ashamed to admit that,
especially since I wasn't alone on this.  But I will say
this, it wasn't all because of Steve.  I can't tell you
when, but at some point in my mind he faded away and was
replaced by Q.  I sat there with my eyes closed and a hard
on that could write on glass, thinking of Q and what he
would look like stroking his cock.  Funny thing was, since
I've never actually seen Q naked, I could only picture him
from the waist up.  His eyes were closed tight, his
breathing soft and steady, his perfectly white teeth biting
down on his lower lip.  I could envision his arms doing the
stroking motion but I couldn't see the actual equipment he
was working with.  Strange way fantasizing about someone, I
know.  But even in my thoughts, he made me hot as hell.

     Slowly, Q open his eyes to look at me.  My heart was
pounding in my ear as his lips parted to speak to me.  "I'm
cumming," he whispered to me.  Strange thing was it wasn't
his voice I was hearing it was Steve's.  I snapped out of it
pretty damn quick after that to find I was gently rubbing my
package.  Luckily no one noticed. I don't think.

     "I'm gonna cum!"  Steve repeated loudly.  His breathing
was out of control, his fist were moving so fast they were
almost a blur and his cock was red and wet.

     "Go for it dude!"

     Now I don't know why CJ was so eager for him to blast
his load, for I don't think he realized he wasn't in the
best spot for it.  He was sitting directly in front of
Steve, leaning back on his hands with his legs bent at the
knees.

     "I'm gonna cum!"

     "Cum already!" some of the guys shouted out.

     I should've just kept my mouth shut because it would've
been funnier if I had, but I decided to be nice.  "CJ he's
going to blow any minute you fool."

     He was so lost in the action it took him a second to
look at me.  "Huh?"

     "He's going to blow," I said, pointing at Steve then at
him, then back at Steve again.

     "Shit!" CJ shouted, and rolled out of the way like he
about to get hosed by a flamethrower.

     Steve's explosion was filled with a lot of grunting,
moaning, and many other weird noises.  The first shot of
thick, white cum flew across the room and hit Nick right on
the chest.  He was like a cum ball explode on him.  Poor
bastard was sitting behind CJ leaning up against the sink.
I would've warned him too but unlike CJ he was far enough
from Steve I figured he was clear.  Boy was I wrong!

     The second and third stream of cum were stronger than
the first, if you could believe that.  Seriously, it was
like a fucking water hose!  And poor Nick got the blunt of
it.  After about seven volleys of cum Steve stopped and his
wobbly knees forced him to the ground.

     No one said anything at first.  We kind of just shifted
our focus from Steve to Nick.  You know what the best part
was?  The fucker was so into Steve's stroking he didn't
realize he had about a year's worth of cum dripping down his
chest.

     He looked back at us confused as hell.  "What?"

     CJ, being who he is, got up with a big ass tent in his
underwear no less, and pointed at Nick.  "Dude!" He dropped
like a rock and laughed harder and louder than anyone I've
ever seen in my life.  And that just got the whole room
going.

     Nice finally looked down and saw what was so funny.  He
apparently didn't think so.  "You fucks!"  He got up, face
red as all hell, and his hands out as if he was afraid to
touch anything.  "Fuck!  You little shit!"  Steve wasn't at
all worried. He was laughing it up with the rest of us with
hard cock bouncing up and down on his stomach.  "Laugh it up
bitches because I'm going to get the last laugh."  He
scooped up the cum off his chest and flicked it at all of
us.

     "Fucking gross!"  Arsen yelled, shielding himself with
his hands.

     "Laugh at that bitches!"  It was Nick's turn to laugh
it up.

     Paul tried to bolt for the door, but Nick was quick to
block it and he fell right into a big ass bear hug from
Nick.  You know what that meant, right?  He was no better
off now than Nick so the fucker helped him.  When it was all
over covered in Steve's cum in one form or another.  That
had to be the most bizarre night I've ever had in my life.
Scarier still was the fact we all got a lot closer because
of it.  A lot closer!

     The following day was spent getting ready for the
party.  Pretty much every comment we made that morning was
filled with cum filled jokes; Nick was forced to bare the
brunt of it of course and he did his best to blast us back.
It was good times.

     I won't bore anyone with the dull details of the
morning, for nothing really happened.  The party was where
it was at!

     You know you're party is going to be kick ass when
there's a ton of people waiting outside on your lawn a
couple of hours before it's officially suppose to be start.
I kid you not!  There was a shit load of people outside the
house; half of which were already drinking and a hand full
were drunk off their ass.

     I remember standing by a window on the top floor with
Ant and Arsen looking down at the mob of people.  "This
party is going to be off the hook!  Look at all those
fucking people!"  I didn't even try to contain the
excitement in my voice.  "Look at the girls!"

     Nick came running up the stairs behind us.  "Guys,
there's so many people here already Mike decided to let
people in now instead of waiting."

     "He would," I rolled my eyes.

     "Well, lets do this thing," Arsen said.  Rubbing his
chin, he turned to look at Nick.  "Nick, you have something
white hanging from your chin there."

     "Fuck you!"  He playfully grabbed Arsen in a headlock
and lean him down the stairs.

     We stopped half down the stairs to watch the mass of
people rush thru the doors.  The music was bumped up so the
ability to hear anyone unless they were shouting was lost
completely.  We stood back for about ten minutes until the
initial rush came thru and settled down before joining the
party.  With my drink in my right hand and waving the left
in the air like I just didn't care, I headed out into the
crowd and did my thing.

     It was a blast!  Before long, I had to hot chicks
grinding up against me; didn't know them from a hole in the
wall and I sure as hell didn't care.  The blond in front of
me was grinding so hard against me I was afraid she'll call
me up one day to tell me she was having my kid!  I was
definitely boned up and she knew it too but didn't give a
fuck.  My kind of girl!  The girl behind me was just as bad.
It was fucking awesome!

     Everyone was having a good time.  We played a lot of
Hip Hop and R&B, some Rap, and some Alternative Rock so you
know the music was tight.  Hell we even played some Spanish
music.  I don't think there was a single person who was
dancing, especially in the beginning.

     Look, I can sit here and go on for hours on end about
the party.  But really what would be the point?  We've all
been to drunken ass parties where the music is kicking and
the booze flows nonstop.  If you haven't been to one yet I'd
highly recommend it.

     About two hours into it we kicked out about six people
for acting up, four people for being way too fucking drunk,
and broke up about three fights that started over some dumb
shit.  From what I understand there were a lot of people
becoming one with the porcelain king up stairs.  At one
point Ant and Paul came up while I was dancing with some
random to tell me they heard someone threw up somewhere in
the house but no one could figure out where.  I had to stop
what I was doing to help them find it before it stank up the
place or ruined something in the house.  I was pissed!  It
took us about thirty minutes to eventually find it.
Apparently some girl was lying on Mike's bed because she
felt sick and threw up all over it.  I'm sure you can
imagine my concern when I found out it was Mike's bed.
Yeah, I text messaged his ass to get up to his room because
some girl left him a surprise. I have to admit that made my
night!

     Some of my fellow pledges where buzzing hard.  Nick was
throwing them back like he was drinking water and Xavier was
completely wasted.  He went up to every single girl trying
to get them to go up to his room with his drunk ass.  It was
hilarious watching him try to work his mojo.  Now I may
drink but I try to control myself.  I like to get a soft
buzz going but I still like to be completely aware of what's
going on, because if you get too fucked up you miss all good
shit or flat out don't remember it the next day.  Ant was
the only one who didn't drink   In fact, I saw him at one
point sitting on the stairs drinking a coke by himself,
moving occasionally to allow people to pass.  It didn't look
to me like he was having a good time and I felt really bad
that my boy was sitting there all alone while everyone else
was partying it up.

     Me being the kind of guy that I am, I had to go see
what was up with him.  Grabbing an extra beer, I sat next to
him on the stairs and offered it to him.  He politely waved
it off.

     "I'm all set, thanks," he shouted over the music and
showed me the can of coke he was drinking.

     I leaned into Ant's ear so I wouldn't have to yell as
loud.  "What's wrong bud?  You don't seem to be having a
good time?"

     "Me?" he laughed.  "I'm having a blast!"

     "But you're just sitting here though."

     "I know," he nodded and took a sip of his coke.  "It's
what I like to do," he assured me, a pleasant smile
spreading across his face.  "I'm a people watcher.  I like
to sit back and watch people do all the crazy shit they do."
He shrugged and laughed after I gave him a weird look.
"It's fun for me."

     "If you say so."

     "Don't worry about me, I'm cool," he patted my back for
extra assurance I guess.  "Hey, you know what Mike's doing?"

     I can't help but roll my eyes everything I hear that
name.  "He's going around telling everyone the Brother's are
going to be here."

     "He's what?"

     He nodded.  "Yep. I over heard him about twenty minutes
ago taking to some guys out by the pool."

     There was a lot of chatter about the Brothers.  I was
asked at least thirty different times if they were coming
and I just told them I wasn't sure.  That was the truth.
Arsen put in the call to Shaun and invited them all but they
never got back to us with an answer.

     "Why would that shit head tell people that?"

     "I don't know," Ant shrugged, looking as confused as I
was.  "I think because so many people were asking about them
he was afraid everyone would leave if they thought they
weren't coming.  It's the only thing I can think of."

     "What a mental case."  And speak of the devil.  Just as
I said that he came walking down the stairs next to me. I
was quick to snatch his wrist and pull him back toward us.
I yanked him so hard he almost lost his footing, if it
wasn't for him grabbing my right knee and Ant's left.

     "What?" he shouted, and leaned in so I could talk into
his ear.

     "Why are you telling people the Brother's are going to
be here?  We don't know that."

     "They'll be here," he assured me.  "And if they don't,
who cares?"  He tapped my leg and walked off before I could
say anything else.  Again, I had this uncontrollable urge to
kick him.  "Ugh!"

     CJ and Nick came up to us just as Mike walked off.
"What are you fuckers doing?" Nick asked.  For someone who
was drinking like a fish, he appeared perfectly fine.

     "Just bull shitting," Ant replied.

     "I love you dudes!"  CJ on the other hand was clearly
loopy.  "You guys are the bestest! For reals.  I love you
guys! I want to see us become pledges!"  He meant Brother's
of course but I wasn't about to argue with him.  "And if
they don't want us.fuck'em!  We'll make our ffrraaa,
frrraaat..club!"

     We just laughed.

     "Dudes!  Dudes I'm for reals.  But I really want us to
be pledges!  Just us 2, 3, or 5 or however many we are.  Not
Mike because he's a dumbass."  He turned around and pointed
at the crowd with the hand holding his drink.  "If we become
full pledges then all that pussy is ours.  All of it!  And
we won't have to share it with anyone."

     "Okay," I said, and grabbed his drink from his hand,
"you're done."

     "Hey!" he reached for his cup.  "Give me back my
drink."

     "And if I don't what are you going to do?"

     "Give it!" he yelled.

     I held the cup high over my head so he couldn't reach
it.  "What are you going to fight me for it?"

     Suddenly his face became soft and he appeared hurt
almost.  He squeezed into be Ant and I and hugged us.  "I
will never fight you dudes!"  Paul saw what was going on and
walked up the stairs to take the drink from my hand so he
could get it far away from CJ, who never saw him to begin
with.  "I'd fight Mike because he's dumbass, but not you
Arsen. We're boys."  He kissed me on the temple and pulled
me close to take a long hard look as he swayed back and
forth.  "You look different Arsen.  You look a lot like
Jacob, did you know that?"

     "So I'm told," I laughed.

     "I love Jacob too!  He's a cool dude and he's my boy.
I love you guys."  Arsen came up to us to see what the hell
we were all doing there.  "Jacob!" CJ jumped up and gave
Arsen a big ass hug.  "I was just telling Arsen how much I
love you.how much I love all you guys!"  Hugging him back,
Arsen looked over CJ's shoulder at me with this look that
just said `what the fuck is going on?'

     Throwing my hands up, I just shrugged and laughed.
"Just go with it."

     "You dudes are cool shits!  For reals"

     CJ went on for like twenty minutes about how he loves
us and getting Arsen and I confused and we indulged him.
Nice on the other hand was busy scooping out every single
girl that walked in the door.  He'd whistle and yell at
every single one and told us what he'd do with them if he
got them upstairs, rubbing his package with every story.  We
didn't pay much attention to him either, but we could always
tell when a really hot girl walked in because he'd lose it.

     Arsen, Ant, and I were talking about something when he
suddenly exploded.  He stood up grabbing his dick and
shouted at the top of his lungs.  "GOD DAMN!  Look at the
honey right there."  The three of us rolled our eyes and
ignored him.  "That's what I'm talking about!  I want some
of that right there!"  He pointed at his crotch.  "Right
here baby!  This is all for you!  Guys look!"

     To shut him up Arsen finally looked.  "Hey Jay, isn't
that Alex Nick is drooling over?"

     "Huh?"

     "Look, right there by the door."

     I took one look and damn near fell over.  It was Alex
alright.

     "That's your girl?" Nick asked.  "Damn!  You lucky
prick!"

     "Yeah that's my girl so stop grabbing your dick when
you're looking at her, fool!"

     "Damn, look at that ass!  It's ass for days!"

     "Seriously!"  I got up and was getting a little pissed
now.  "Cut all that noise about my girl."

     "Okay, okay," he finally backed down.  "Go over there
and handle that then before some other dude does."

     Arsen grabbed me as I was walking toward her and
pressed his lips to my ear.  "I didn't know you invited your
girl."

     "I didn't," I shook my head no and walked off.

     "Hey, where're you going Arsen," CJ shouted at me.

     Alex was looking hot as usual.  She had these tight,
low hip hugger jeans on so you could easily see the thin
purple straps of her thong.  Her bra pushed her tits up to
the point where I could easily sit my cup on them.  Her hair
and make up were on point like always.  Bottom line is Alex
knows how to become the center of attention at a party.  She
knows how to get all the guys to react like Nick did.  Quite
frankly I didn't care because she was always on my arm so
the guys knew to back the fuck up, but now she was rolling
up in there with only her girlfriends.  Before I even got
close to her there were already two guys hitting her up and
she was loving every second of it.  It's what she lives for.

     I walked up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder
to spin her around.  "Alex!"  I'm sure I sounded surprised
but still put a smile on for her.

     She looked me up and down.  "Psss," she put her hand to
my face and turned to walk away from me.

     "What?"  My brows came together and I threw my hands
out to the side in anger.  "Don't walk away from me."  I
grabbed her again and she turned and slapped me.

     "Don't put your hands on me!"

     "What the fucks wrong with you?"

     "What the fucks wrong with me?  What the fucks wrong
with you?"  Women and their attitudes.  Can't live with them
can't shoot them and get away with it.

     "Alex what are you talking about?"

     "You know what I'm talking about." She had the whole
head shake and snapping her fingers thing going.  "You're
all up in here throwing a party with all this bitches and
hoes and you don't even bother to call me.  I had to hear on
campus that the pledges from The Brotherhood were throwing a
party in the Village."  I was about to say something but you
try to get a word in when you're dealing with a pissed off
female.  "Don't even try to talk shit to me now.  I heard
how all you fuckers were running around the Village and on
campus inviting everyone under the sun, but yet you couldn't
find the time to pick up the phone and call me?"  She turned
to walk away and grabbed her again to stop her.

     "Wait!"

     One of the guys that was hitting on her got between us
and pulled my hand away.  "Didn't you hear the lady or are
you slow?  She doesn't want to talk to you so leave her the
fuck alone."

     "What?"  I couldn't believe he just did that.

     Then he has the balls to look pissed and annoyed at me.
"What are you stupid?  I said leave."

     I decked him so hard with my right fist I lost my
balance and with both fell to the floor.  He was dazed.  I
on the other hand was quick to get up and started stumping
and kicking the shit of him.  "You mother fucker!"  I
yelled.  I got plenty of good kicks in before a bunch of
guys pulled me off him and held me back.  It didn't take him
long to stagger back up to his feet.  The fucker punched me
in the stomach while the other guys were holding me back.

     "Hey!" Alex shouted and got between us and right up
into the guys face.  "Don't you fucking touch him!"  Typical
woman, seriously.  Then she slugs the guy dead in the face.
One thing I'll say about Alex is she's not afraid to throw
down with a girl or a guy.  She'll fight the President of
the United States if he even looked at her the wrong way,
and he'd need an army of secret service guys to stop her.

     The guy grabbed her and raised his hand to hit her, but
she was quick to kick him in the sack and elbow him in the
back of the neck.  Like I said, you don't fuck with Alex.  I
broke free and tackled the guy to the ground and we wrestled
around for a few minutes before other guys jumped in and
separated us.  I would've taken a swing at the guys holding
me if I hadn't realized it was Arsen, Nick, and Steve.  The
only people aware of the fight were the people in the
immediate area, for there were still tons a people all over
of the place partying it up who didn't have a clue what had
happened.

     After much talk and bull shitting with the guys about
what happened, Alex and I ended up alone upstairs in my room
with Alex holding a bag of ice to the back of my head.

     "You okay sweetie?" She sounded all concerned suddenly.

     I was pissed and confused.  "Sweetie?  What the fuck?
You walk up in here and start all this shit because you
won't talk to me and now it's sweetie?"

     "Fine!"  She slammed the ice in the back of my head.
"Hold your own damn ice."

     "Fuck!  You bitch, that hurts!"

     "That's what you get!  How dare you not pick up that
phone and call me.  What were you planning?  Were you
thinking you'd get yourself a little ass while I wasn't
here."

     "Oh for fucks sake!  Lets not even go there please."

     "What else am I suppose to think, huh?"

     "You don't even know what I was planning so just shut
it."

     "What the fuck were you planning, huh?  What the fuck
were you going to do to make up for this shit?"

     Now, the truth of the matter was I didn't have a damn
thing planned.  I completely forgot about Alex.  Of course I
was about to tell her that.  I knew if I was going to get
out of this alive I would have to appeal to her ego.  Like I
said before, Alex is all about Alex.  In fact, I'd bet
anything she staged the whole thing downstairs just so I'd
stick up for her and get into it with someone.  Because what
was happening downstairs while we were upstairs chatting it
up?  Everyone at the party was talking about the fight that
broke out and the fine ass girl that was in the middle of
it.  When she walks back down to the party she'll be like a
queen entering her royal ball.  Everyone and their
grandmother was going to want to talk to her; every girl in
the place will want to pull her aside to get all the juicy
details making her the center of attention.  It's the game
she loves to play.  No one can manipulate a crowd like Alex
can that's for sure.

     I told Alex I didn't tell her because I wanted it to be
a surprise.  I wanted to wait until the party was well under
way and a lot of people were there before I went to pick her
up, that way we could walk in together arm in arm as the two
hottest couple in the place so all eyes would be on us.

     I wasn't sure if he bought it or not.  She just looked
at me for the longest time as I sat there pressing the ice
to my head.  Suddenly she started positively glowing and she
jumped on my.  Alex thought  I was the sweetest guy in the
world and she even apologized to me for ruining my plans.
She loved the idea and was pissed we lost the moment.
Bullshit really.  I guarantee she liked seeing me fight for
her more than anything, but she was happy and I was in the
clear.

     Weird fucking relationship, I'm sure you're thinking
but it's always worked for us.  Fact of the matter is Alex
is fucking hot.  I may look good on her arm but she also
looks good on mine -  we look good together.  Not to mention
she can ride a cock longer than any girl I ever met.

     Telling Alex my plans was enough to get her hot and
horny let me tell you.  She pushed me down on that bed and
devoured my lips and neck.  "Oh fuck baby, I missed you,"
she whispered to me and grabbed my dick thru my pants.  "I
missed this!"

     I was all for that.  I had one hand squeezing her ass
and the other squeezing her tits.  She kissed me hard and
deep like she was trying to remove my tonsils.  She made me
so fucking horny.  I was boned up wicked bad within seconds
of her groping me.

     "Did you miss me baby?"  She bit my ear and squeezed my
cock even harder.  "Tell me you missed me baby.  Tell me you
missed my Kitty."  That was the name she gave her pussy.
Her favorite line was `lick my kitty and make her purr.'
She squeezed my cock even harder when I didn't answer her
right away.  "Tell me you missed me!"

     "Oh fuck yes, I missed you.  Fuck yeah."

     "I want you inside me," she told me.  "I want you deep
inside me.  You're going to fuck me hard like I know you
can.  Right baby?"

     I had a tit in my mouth what was I supposed to say?
She sat up and pulled my shirt up to my neck and slapped my
abs fucking hard as hell.

     "Uh, you bitch!"

     "What was that?"  She slapped my abs even harder and
all I could do was grunt.  "Aww, my poor baby."  She leaned
down and licked my abs.  "Is that better?"  She was doing a
great job massaging my crotch.  I could feel the precum
slowly leaking out of my cock.  "I want you to lick my kitty
and make it purr baby."  What did I tell you?  "But first
I'm going to give you a little treat I'm sure you missed."

     Undoing my belt and pants, she pull them down just
passed my crotch and pressed her tongue against my shaft
thru my boxer briefs.  Just feeling her there made me moan.
Alex loved to tease.  She ran her tongue over the length of
my cock over and over again and even stopped to nibble on my
balls.  All this while my underwear were still on keep in
mind.  She knew it drove me fucking nuts and as long as she
did it Alex knew she was in control.  After five minutes of
these I had a huge wet spot forming around the head of my
dick because of all the precum leaking out now.  Slowly she
ran her tongue from the base of my ball all the way up the
shaft until her mouth engulfed the head of my cock.  Alex
sucked on it for mere seconds, but is was long enough to
suck some of the precum thru the fabric of my boxers.

     "Mmmm," she moaned and kissed me; I tasted myself in
her lips.  It was fucking hot.  "You ready for the real
thing?"

     "Do me now," I begged.

     A gust of wind blew the windows open suddenly but we
were too busy to really care.  Let the world see, I say.

     "That's what I like to hear," she said softly; I felt
the smile spreading across her face against my cheek.
Slowly she worked her way down my chest as she finally
uncovered my throbbing cock.  She didn't go right for it
though.  She stopped at my navel to kiss and lick it, just
to make me wait that much longer when she knew I was aching
for it bad.  I put my hand on her head tried to force her
down but she covered up my cock again.  It was clear I was
going to play by her rules or we weren't playing at all.
The second I let her go she pulled my underwear down again
but hovered over my navel still.


     "Jacob," I heard a soft whisper, as if carried by the
very wind that opened the windows.  I looked over and there
sitting on the window sill was a dark silhouette; a very
familiar form.  A light came over his face from a car
turning onto our street.   "Jacob."

     I jumped out of the bed and knocked Alex against the
wall by accident.  "Q!" I gasped, but there was nothing
there when I looked again; just the drapes dancing about in
the air as the cool breeze blew thru the open window.

     "What was that all about?" Alex protested.

     I shook my head no and was quick to zip up my pants.
"I can't do this."

     "What?" I turned away from Alex embarrassed as she
crawled over to me on her knees.  She hugged me from behind
and kissed my neck.  "What's wrong baby?"

     "Nothing," I insisted.

     "Then don't deny yourself this moment."  Her hands were
all over my chest and slowly working their way down.  "I've
gone without for a long time and I know you have too."
Every word was trailed with a kiss.  Alex wasn't shy about
reaching down into my underwear and grabbing my hard, wet
cock.  "I need you."

     I let my head fall back on her shoulders as she kissed
and slowly stroked me.  "Jacob." his voice was in my ear
again, chilling and haunting.   I forced her hand out of my
pants and threw her back.  "I told you no!  I can't do
this."  Buckling up my belt, I sat on the bed and buried my
face in my hands.  I didn't know what to do.

     "Fine!"  She whacked me a few times with the pillow but
I didn't care.  "If you're not going to take care of me I'm
sure I can find someone else here you can.  Asshole!"
Taking once last swing with the pillow, Alex stormed out
pissed.  I knew Alex.  She wasn't going to do anything
except try to rattle my cage so I'd get pissed off and go
after her.  Not this time.

     What the fuck was wrong with me?  I was free to have
hot nasty sex with probably the finest girl at the party and
all I can do is think about Q.  Was that my conscious
getting to me as if I were cheating on him or something?
That's fucking ridiculous!  Yet there I sat unable to do
anything but think of him.  This thing between us, whatever
that one night was or meant, was getting out of control.  At
least it was for me.  Who the fuck knows what was going thru
Q's mind.  Maybe if I had the slightest hint I'd be easier
on me but I didn't.

     I grabbed the clock radio from the night stand and
threw it against the wall, smashing it to pieces.  I was so
pissed I punched the wall, which I always thought was the
dumbest thing when I heard how so and so drunk guy put his
fist thru a wall.  All I wanted was a pill I could take to
wash away all the questions, all the confusion.

     I could hear two girls talking outside my room but I
couldn't make out what they were saying.  They sounded
excited though and one of them freaking screamed.  "What
now," I mumbled and went to investigate annoyed as hell.
The two girls were standing right by the door and one of
them appeared to hyperventilating.  "Is she alright?"

     The one girl grabbed the crazy one and lead her down
the hall.  "She'll be fine.  She's just a little excited
right now because the brother's just pulled up." She leaned
in a little closer to me.  "She has a little crush on one of
them."

     I wasn't at all interested in their issues, but I did
follow them down.  I stopped half way down the stairs,
folded my arms over my chest, and leaned up against the
wall.  My eyes were glued to the doors and I could only hope
the girls were talking about my brothers and not some other
guys.

     "Arsen!" CJ yelled from the bottom of the stairs,
proudly holding up his red cup full of liquor.  He staggered
his way up the stairs bumping into everyone in his path.
"Buddy! Where have I been?  I don't know.  I've looked for
you and Jacob everywhere."

     "Actually CJ, Jacob is upstairs looking for you right
now."

     "For reals?"

     "Yeah, he's in one of the bedrooms.  Said something
about having to tell you something important."

     "Oh, then I better not keep my boy waiting."

     "Can I have sip?" I asked, pointing at his cup.

     "Sure!"

     The minute he gave me his drink I reminded him that I
was waiting for him upstairs and that he better hurry.  Not
wanting to keep me waiting, he bolted up the stairs, slammed
into the wall, turned and laughed then disappeared down the
hall.  CJ had enough.  My hope was he'd pass out in one of
the rooms waiting for me to show up.

     I can't believe I was standing there with my heart
thundering in my chest, hoping to see the brother's walk
thru that door.  Okay, so it was more an anticipating of
seeing Q than anything else but still.  Either way it was
dumb and felt like such a girl.

     I guess the girls were right.  The twin's were the
first to walk into the house, followed by big ass Tiny and
from there it was just a continuous flow of brother's
walking in.  It was funny to see the crowd react to them.
Some of them pretended not to care, but one could clearly
see that they did no matter how much they tried to hide it.
Others were straight up blatant about it; going up to the
brother's giving them pounds, high fives, passing them
drinks and shit like that.  The funniest ones were they guys
yelling out their names and calling them over for a drink
like they were buddies for years.  It was simply a need to
be in with the in crowd.  It was easy to tell who the
brothers were cool with and who the wannabes were, and
believe me there were a lot of wannabes.

     Then the inner Circle Walked in together with Q dead
center.  The crowd around them went nuts trying to talk to
them or offer them drinks or some other bullshit.  It was
like watching a boy band walk into a crowd of teenage girls.
I'm sure they'd kill me for making such a comparison but it
was the truth.

     I couldn't take my eyes off Q, not that I was really
tying to I don't think.  His black jeans were cut up at he
knees and ankles and he had a nice black dress shirt he
didn't bother to button up.  Not to mention he didn't bother
to wear a under shirt so his bare chest was exposed to the
world with only a loose red tie hanging around his neck.  He
looked fucking amazing.  I think only Q could pull off a
look like that and you may think me biased but I say
whatever.

     Almost immediately Shaun found Arsen and greeted him
with a hug, then lead him to where Q ended up hanging out
which was by the fireplace.  In fact, every bother was quick
to locate their little and spend time with them except Q.  I
was left there standing on the stairs feeling like an idiot.
Hell, even Ant and Mike were pulled over to the little crowd
around Q,

     I wish there was more for me to say but that's all that
happened.  For twenty minutes I stood there looking at them
laughing and drinking it up without so much as a glance from
my Big, I couldn't begin to comprehend what his deal was.
If he was pissed at me for some reason I wished he'd just
say something about it and get it over with instead of
giving me the silent treatment crap.  Well at some point you
just have to say fuck it or punch a wall, so I decided on
fuck it and grabbed a drink and head for the crowd of
dancing fools.  I wasn't going to let this whole Q thing
mess up my night.

     I danced with any girl that got in front of me I didn't
give a shit.  They could do their own thing and I would do
mine.  I have no idea how long I was out there; thirty
minutes maybe an hour?  Just when I thought I couldn't feel
any worse I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I turned to see an
unexpected face with a genuine smile on his face.

     "Jacob!" he said, giving me daps and pulling me into an
embrace which I instinctively returned.  "It's nice to see
you again."

     My words were caught in my throat for a second.
"Uh.Dylan.nice to see you too."

     "Nice fucking party you guys threw here," he grinned,
taking a sip from his drink.

     "I didn't see you come in with the rest of the
brothers."

     He shrugged and leaned into my ear so I could hear him
better.  "I just got here actually.  I went up to the house
and I was told everyone was here at a party the pledges were
throwing.  They have no idea I'm here.  Actually, I'm not
supposed to be here for another two days but after what
happened at he house with the fire I came down to check
things out."

     I nodded.  "I hear ya."

     "So how've you been bud?  Q treating you right I hope."

     Boy if he only knew.  "I'm good, thanks.  Things are
going good."

     "Good, good!  Hey, where's that knuckle head Big of
ours?  I haven't seen him.  Is he here?"

     Took me a second to register the question.  "Uh, yeah.
He's right over there by the fireplace with the rest of his
crew.  I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

     "Yeah, I'm going to go say what's up.  Come with me."

     "Nah," I shook my head, "that's alright.  I'm in the
mood to dance."

     "Alright.  Maybe I'll come back and join you later.
Looks like we can teach these fools a thing or two."  Dylan
playfully elbowed me in the side before walking way towards
Q.

     I watched him the whole time, wondering what was going
to happen next and admiring his form as well.  He had your
typical swimmer's build and he wore a fitted T that showed
it off perfectly; his shirt looked like it was painted on
not worn.  His long hair was pulled back in a pony tail and
the white streak running down the length really stood out
under the lighting.

     My curiosity got the best of me and I had to get back
on the stairs so I could see what was happening over there.
From there I had prefect view of Q and the rest of the guys.
Dylan walked up behind Q, wrapped his arms around his chest
and lifted him off the ground.  Q looked pissed.  That is
until he looked over his shoulder and saw who it was, then
his face lit up as if the light of his world walked into the
room.  They hugged for a while, laughing their asses off,
then every bother in the area showed Dylan some love like he
was the best thing since sliced bread.

     I know what you're thinking.  I was just jealous and
maybe I was a little bit.  But held no contempt for Dylan.
I mean he was Q's little before I was so I expect that bond
to be there, and hell Q was ignoring my ass long before
Dylan ever showed up so I can't hate on him for that.  If I
was jealous of anything it was his relationship with Q not
Dylan himself.  To me, he seemed like a cool guy so just
because Q was  being an ass towards me for whatever reason I
wasn't going to take my anger out on Dylan.  It wouldn't be
fair.

     But I have to be honest.  Standing there watching those
two together felt like I was dying inside.  And just when
you think the night couldn't possibly get any worse you find
out you're sadly mistaken.  Someone came up behind me and
pushed me down the stairs.  Luckily for me everyone at the
bottom of the steps broke my fall or I easily would've
broken something.  I turned around on the ground and saw the
fucker I got into earlier come at me with a knife the size
of my fucking arm.

     "Are you fucking kidding me," I said.  That was all I
could say and there was very little else I could do, for I
was still tangled up in a mess of bodies.  The girls around
me yelled their heads off and the guys just backed away; a
lot of help they were.

     Pressing his right foot to my stomach to hold me down,
the fucker actually tried to drive the knife into my chest.
I still couldn't believe this was happening, not here not
now.  It was like a poorly written story was unfolding
before my eyes.  I was going to die due to some dip shit
over some stupid shit my girl started.

     A hand reached out and grabbed the guy's wrist,
stopping the blade just inches from my chest.  The guy was
forced up from his kneeling position, his wrist twisted so
he'd drop the knife, and the next think I saw was a foot
spinning in the air hitting the guy square on his jaw.  The
guy went head first into the wall and fell back on his ass.
He was out cold.

     I threw my head back to see who it was and I saw Dylan
standing over me and Q walking away until he disappeared
into the gathering crowd.  "Are you okay?" Dylan knelt down
and helped me up.  "Are you hurt?"

     "No, I'm fine."  I looked passed him thru the crowd and
saw Q rejoin his crew by the fireplace.  "Thanks for the
rescue."

     "Hey, don't thank me that was all him," he assured me,
pointing in Q's general direction.  "Get this trash out of
here," he ordered, which I found surprising.  The guys just
looked at him and didn't move. "Now!"  After that everyone
within ear shot grabbed hold of my would-be attacker and
helped threw his ass out.  Funny part was they weren't
pledges or brothers, just random people at the party who
knew better than to defy a Brother, even a brand new one
like Dylan.

     I walked away from Dylan for I wanted to head up
stairs.  He asked me if I needed anything and I assured him
I was fine.  Then of course my crew comes rushing to my side
to find out if I was okay.  Nick wanted  to shove his foot
deep into my attacker's ass apparently.  I'm the one who got
attacked, but had to spend the next five minutes calming
Arsen, Nick, Ant, and the rest of the guys down.  I can't
recall how many times I said I was fine.  It took a while
but I finally got it thru their heads that I was okay and
just wanted some time alone.

     I was walking to my bedroom and saw CJ passed out in
one of the rooms.  I couldn't help but laugh for I was happy
to see he was done for the night.  I heard noise coming from
the room opposite where CJ was.  The door was cracked open
and I took a peek inside and couldn't believe what I saw.
There was Jason, Justin, and Kevin butt ass naked triple
teaming some redhead.  Kevin of all people!  If you knew him
you'd know why I was so shocked.  This is Kevin, a good old
wholesome southern country boy who grew on a farm in
Savannah who probably never seen a porno in his life and
there he was in a three-way.  And that's not the craziest
part about it.  Jason was on his back with the chick was
sitting on his cock and Kevin was also fucking her from
behind while she sucked on Justin's dick.  No, that's not
the crazy part.  Kevin and Justin were leaning over the
bitch deep throat kissing!  Kissing!

     "Ho-ly shit!"

     They heard me because all three guys looked at me.  The
girl was so far gone taking two dicks at once that her mom
could've been standing at the door and she wouldn't know it.
I thought they'd be pissed that I was standing there
watching but they weren't.  Kevin winked at me and Justin
actually invited me with a nod of his head.

     Throwing my hands up, I shook my head and mouthed the
words "no thanks" and  "enjoy" and backed away slowly,
pretending I didn't just see what I saw; convinced the night
was turning into an episode of the Twilight Zone.

     I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me
as well as the window, for it felt a bit chilly.  I threw
myself on my bed and wanted to loose myself in dreamland.
Despite the loud music I eventually dozed off.

     Nice way to finish off a kick ass party, huh?

     I don't know how long I was out.  I woke up at 3:52am
and by then I couldn't hear any music playing or anyone for
that matter.  I wasn't sure if the party was over or what
the deal was and quite frankly I didn't care.  Luckily I
didn't drink too much or I wouldn't felt ten times worse
than what I did.

     I laid there on my back just staring at the ceiling
with one hand behind my head absently twisting my finger
around my hair.  The whole night was coming back to me like
a rewound movie.  From the moment we opened the doors to let
people in, to Alex and her craziness, the fight, the
brother's showing up, the guy trying to stab me, to the
fucking three someone between the most unlikely people.  Out
of all that the only thing I couldn't really make sense of
was Q.  He ignores me for days then comes to my rescue at
the last minute.  What the fuck was that all about?

     Then it finally hit me why I woke up when I did.  My
room was fucking freezing!  I looked over and saw the window
was open again.  "The fuck," I mumbled and dragged my ass
out of bed to shut it.  It freaked me out to see a woman
standing outside in our yard staring up at me.  Looking
closer I realized it was Lady White.  I didn't know what to
do.  I mean do I wave, say hi, run for my life, or give her
a little dance number?  Seriously, what do you do when you
run across a nut bag like that?

     "Can this night get any weirder," I whispered.  Right
then I thought why did I say that?  For you know something
is bond to happen now that you said it.

     "You have no idea," a voice came from behind me,
scaring me so bad  almost flew out the window, but I managed
to steady myself before it came to that.

     "Who's that?"

     A soft laugh filled the room.  "Why do you ask question
to which you already know the answer."

     He was right. I recognized the voice right off the bat.
It's the same guy who's been taunting me, stalking me,
pissing me off, annoying me, and so on.  I wasn't even
afraid anymore just angry.  I wish he'd just tell me what he
wanted or do whatever he planned to do.  The fucking mind
game were getting old fast!

     "Who are you?"  I couldn't see anything really for it
was too dark in the room; just shadows moving here and
there.  I looked back out the window hoping to get Lady
White's attention.  I don't know why.  Maybe I could get her
to find someone to send up here or something.  But it didn't
matter for she was nowhere to be seen.

     "Don't worry about her," the voice sounded almost
fatherly.  That pissed me off.  "She can't do anything.
You're too well protected."  Apparently not, I thought.
"You're Q's little for crying out loud.  No one is going to
fuck with you."

     "Except you, is that it."

     He laughed.

     "Are you working with the nut bag?" I asked.

     "Lady White?  Ha!  I don't know her from a hole in the
wall and don't care to.  I'm only interest is you Jacob
Alexandro DeRosa."

     "Then what the fuck do you want from me?"  I didn't
even wait for an answer I bolted for the door, but it won't
open. It was unlocked and I could turn the knob but didn't
move an inch, as if an invisible hand was holding it closed.
I tried for the light switch but nothing happened.

     "Now, now, don't be like that.  That's not going to get
you anywhere and it will only serve to annoy me.and believe
me you don't want that."

     "Fuck off!"

     "I just love your spirit!" he laughed, his voice low
and imposing.  "It's why I liked you the moment I saw you,
but he tried to keep you from me."

     "What?  Who?"

     "Oh, you know who."

     "No really I don't.  I don't speak in riddles fuck
head, so either say what's on your mind or get the fuck out
of my life!"

     He came up behind me and snatched me up in his arms so
my feet where dangling in the air.  "Oh, you are delicious
aren't you." He licked the side of my neck until he stopped
at me ear and gave it a tongue bath grossing me the fuck
out.  I struggled against him but it was useless.  It was
like I was being held in irons, he was so strong.  Something
else besides his arms enclosed around me and I couldn't tell
you want.  All I do know is that it felt very soft like down
blanket and smelled like morning spring.   His breath was
hot against my neck.

     "Let me go!" I yelled and he was quick to cover my
mouth.

     "Shhh, none of that now."  His other hand worked slowly
down my chest and stomach then slipped down my pants.  He
rubbed my cock and balls and kissed me harder on the neck.
"Delicious."  I felt the grin on his face.  Suddenly I felt
his head snap to the side and stopped everything he was
doing.  "Pity," he sighed heavily, "you're about to have
company so we'll have to continue this another time.  Until
we meet again.my love."

     He released me and I dropped like five feet to the
ground as if I was up by the ceiling.  How tall was this
fucker?  Suddenly I strong gust of wind filled the room,
shit was knocked over all over the place, then there was as
strong vacuum that pulled me a little towards the window;
the drapes were sucked out completely.

     I ran to the window but saw nothing.  "Fuck you!" I
yelled, never realizing the tears rolling down my face. I
backed away from the window running my hand thru my hair in
a daze.  I didn't even get a chance to formulate a thought
before the door flew open behind me; literally it sounded
like it was torn from its hinges.  I turned to see a dark
yet familiar silhouette standing by the door.

     I took a single step.  "Who are you."  There was flash
of brilliant white light that came from who knows where.
For a mere second, I saw other figures rush passed the one
by the door; I heard them as well.  But that was it for me.I
was done.



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