" Which is what, exactly?" It's a tradition, really, going back to the early 1900's, although you won't find anyone who would admit it happened back t...en or any public reference to it. Even now it's kept pretty quiet. It's just the Greek's way of settling who's the best fucking house on campus. The President of the winning sorority is the unofficial Queen, kind of." And how is that determined?" Well. Normally, it's determined by whichever girl, or team of girls outlasts all or the most men.. .. using hi tech computers. A person could have his whole life, and memories remade to suit who ever wanted to program him." He shook his head "Anton has gone way too far this time." You think Argent has on of these Chips in his head?" Goliath asked."Yes." Lex pulled up another diagram, while hitting re-dail again. "The chip has to be planted in the part of the brain that controls long-term memories." That's why he can't remember anything!" Elisa exclaimed."Do you have any idea what he was. Mike didn’t believe him, but he’d show them he could handle this. It wasn’t going to be like the time…Gabriel frowned, trying to remember a time when he’d been able to remain cool. Michael’s brows rose a bit more. ‘Well there’s a first time for everything,’ Gabriel hissed. Erica skipped over with the keys. Gabriel found the right one and unlocked the door. Turning, he glared at the guys. ‘Privacy, please.’ They stayed right where they were, Rafe leaning against the pool table texting his. Right after that naughty, slutty move, I said in a real slutty way “Is that all of a discount I am getting? I am sure I am worth much more than that, don’t you agree” at that point I spread my legs wider for a longer period now to make sure he gets a clear look at my pussy.That was when he had proved to me how courageous, brave and direct forward he was, besides the point of being fully seduced of course, he put down the pin slamming it over the table saying “well, I totally agree, you are.