"I got a special duty for you three," he said nonchalantly.We three pledges looked at each other with resignation. Whenever anactive talked about "spe...ial duty", we knew it meant shit detail.Sam ignored our discomfort. "I want all three of you to report to theOmicron Pi house this afternoon to help them with some heavy lifting."That was both good news and bad news. Omicron Pi was a sorority that hadsome of the hottest girls on campus. That, of course, was the good news.The bad news was that. As he inserted the needle into my neck and corrected it to the drip hanging by the table I shuddered at what would happen to me and what was I to get ready for? They both left the kitchen.As I lay there I noticed for the first time that the ceiling was covered in a mirror, which allowed me to see myself and most of the kitchen. I also noticed how hard the metal tray was but there was nothing I could do about that. About an hour later Jack and Betty came back.In the mirror I could see Jack. “This is going to suck!” I grumbled.“For you!” Liz replied in a bright voice as she looked out my back window. “You said it yourself: If you play with the queen’s boobies then you have to play the queen’s messenger. I owe you some serious makeup sex ... and I owe you for going to L.A. with me ... and I owe you for ... I’m sure I’ll think of some other reasons later. I hope there will be a lot of booby playing tonight.”I thought she was kidding (about me answering the scores of messages, not. ..just like me" I whispered, taking the bottle and taking a swig. "You're so damn beautiful in this light" she whispered, peering at my surprised face intently. "And...you're perfect" the whiskey left little room for modesty. She leaned forward until she was a few centimeters from my face. Her hot breath teasing my lips and I bit my mine. The intensity between us felt electric and hot. I was suffocating, willingly, beautifully and happily. Her soft, sweet lips collided with mine. I felt myself.