After hell week (it DID live up to it’s name, by the way) my pledge class was gathered into the pledge room along with the pledge trainer. We were ...nstructed to fall to our knees and listen up. “Pledges, you are now going to be given your first test. We at Sigma Pi only allow real men within our brotherhood. No matter what liberal crap you hear out there, a real man is still judged on two things: how well he holds his liquor and how good he is at bedding women.” We looked at each other,. Nothing fancy. Interesting thing about that, I knew that there were other hermits on the mountain. Some were gold bugs like Caleb and Jackson. Some were vet’s, unwilling, or unable to deal with civilization. Others were distrustful of society and had moved off the grid. I rarely saw them, but I did see their tracks. In later years, when I stopped by Caleb and Jackson’s meadow to say hello, I would find coins or a sprinkle of gold dust on their markers. They may not have had a family, but they. He looks down at her stunned expression, his own face unreadable a moment, but then a wicked smile breaks out as he turns to his friends. "And THAT'S how you knock a cute Asian chick up, my brothers!" Dexter crows to his friends. They laugh and slap hands, then Nate heads over to the couch, reaching down for Mishy's oversize belt...the only thing she's wearing now, besides her pink bra and mini-pumps. "Here, you look stupid with this on. Let's get it off, hey?" "Hey man, leave it on," Rolly. Releaseing one arm at a time, James continued to strap Stacey tight into Jessicas hold. Fully restrained, James began whispering in to her ear, You and Jessica do have something in common sweet meat, You both ride the same spit. he said with a laugh. Stacey then realized, the team only brought one spit pole with them. She would soon be impaled on the same spit that took Jessicas life only a few hours ago. With her wrists, ankles, waist, and head all straped down, the only thing Stacey could do.