It was pledge week at my college. I was rushing the primo fraternity. My father and older brother had been members, so I was essentially a lock, but I still had to go throguh the paces. “It’ll teach you respect for us,” Brother Mark said, “and companionship for your fellow brothers.”

“Plus, we really like to make freshmen look stupid,” Brother Steven added.

“Yeah, mostly that,” Brother Mark agreed.

Throughout Pledge Week, the brothers had ordered us to do any number of things that otherwise you would deem ridiculous, illegal, or downright stupid. For a finale, they made us do an activity that was a combination of all three things.

“There’s a private school on the red line,” Brother Mark announced. “Girls only.”

“You ladies are going to go there. And see how many phone numbers you can get. If you don’t get any, you’re not a brother,” Brother Steven glared at me, “Legacy or not.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“None of you will be wearing any pants. Extra points if you’re completely naked.”