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My Wife was the pledgemaster, in charge of thinking up the most humiliating tests for the girls to complete. About half of the girls got cold feet after the first haze. The girls were told they would be going to a party at the school's most popular frat house. That was true. The group of pledges, along with the sorority sisters arrived at my frat and were eagerly ushered inside. The pledges seemed pleased to be greeted by the big smiles on our faces. If they only knew why we were smiling! |
