The Tri Omega house itself had plenty of myths and legends around it too. There were the old clichés, like that it was built on an ancient burial gro...nd, that the chopped up remains of some old murder victim were concealed in the walls, that the mortar to set the bricks had been mixed with blood and so on and so forth. It was at least reportedly the oldest unchanged building on campus; that much the school records could confirm. What no one could say for sure was exactly why looking at the. I did my best to make myself scarce and kept a low profile in the background because my survival depending on my not being considered a threat to those around me.We only had one bed in the room but it was big enough for the three of us and we set up little pillow cots on the floor for the kids. When I was growing up as a small child on the streets of New York City, we would always get a laugh by saying “The Puerto Ricans are here” whenever we got into a messy situation that made us look like. . 'and grasp your ankles' I hooked the cane handle into her waitband and pulled her knickers down to the middle of her thighs. I lined the cane up across her flinching buttocks and raising my arm high brought it cracking down across her bottom which dimpled and shook like jelly on impact. I stood back and watched the angry red welt appear and listened to her heavy breathing. Two more such strokes and with the sharp intakes of breath came a slight moan. I knew Cathy; this was not a moan of. However, her friends kept looking my way and would giggle each time I’d catch one of their eyes. What the fuck is going on over th… “What can I get for you?” The bartender asked, breaking my attention. “Four Bud Lights, please,” I responded, trying to keep my attention away from the bomb shell that is my neighbor. “Here ya go. Eight dollars please,” she said, holding out her hand to accept my money. “I have a tab. It’s under Mike,” I replied before taking the beers back to my table. We.