Mom at the Fraternity House
Mom at the Fraternity House I was waiting with my friend Kyle at the most discreet entrance of our frat house. It was a little side door with no clear walking path, and a driveway that was accessed separately from the main one. This was because it wasn’t our driveway, it was actually for a different building. But you could see our little side door from it, so whenever we were trying to sneak something or someone in, this was the place to do it from. In the case of Kyle and I, we were sneaking in a prostitute. This wasn’t something I normally did or anything. But, in the month since I’d joined the frat, my roommate had gone on and on and on about how into married women he was, and he’d eventually taken to saying that he needed to hire a prostitute to play the part. After weeks of that, I finally caved and pointed out that we literally had a famous brothel about an hour away from us; and he should either do it or stop talking about it. Mind you, Kyle ...