The Hazards of Skinny Dipping
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    We all clapped. I’m not really a big clapper,
but when the other twenty girls started, it seemed like the right
thing to do.
    Amanda grinned again before gesturing a
redhead up to the front with her. “This is Jana. She’s going to be
helping me with your new member orientation. Aren’t you, Jana?”
    “Yes, and I can’t wait!” She clapped. There
was entirely too much clapping going on. “I’m sure you guys are
wondering what we’re doing today—we’re going to play laser
tag!”
    Cara nudged me. “Laser tag?”
    “The bus will pick us up in a few minutes, so
take a moment to get to know each other, and we’ll be ready to
go.”
    “Hey, I’m Mallory.” A gorgeous girl with
long, black hair held out her hand to both of us.
    “Hey, I’m Cara, and this is Juliet.”
    “Juliet? That’s a fun name.”
    “Fun?”
    “Yeah, so classic yet so edgy.” Mallory
fidgeted with one of her bangle bracelets. If I wore the bracelets,
I’d look like I was five. Mallory looked chic.
    “Have either of you actually played laser tag
before?” Cara asked.
    I put a hand in the pocket of my skirt.
“Yeah, I have two brothers, so I got dragged to a lot of those
parties.”
    “It’s all about sisterly bonding.” Jana
sauntered over to us. When I say sauntered, I mean sauntered. She
might as well have been on a runway.
    “Oh, okay.” I nodded.
    “Are you guys having fun yet? Bid day can be
really overwhelming, but it’s supposed to be fun.”
    “Lots of fun,” Mallory answered for all of
us. I was sure I detected some sarcasm—Mallory was my kind of
girl.
    “Great! I think the bus just got here.” We
followed Jana out, and sure enough, a yellow school bus was parked
out front.
    Cara laughed. “Wow, flashback to elementary
school.”
    “I know. I didn’t think they actually meant a
school bus.” I got in line to board.
    I turned when I heard some loud whistling.
“Delta Mu’s looking hot!”
    “Be nice, boys!” Jana yelled at a group of
guys walking by. They were all huge—as in
giant-muscles-I-wouldn’t-want-to-meet-you-in-a-dark-alley huge.
    One guy yelled back, “We are being nice. See
you in a few.”
    “Wait, those guys are going to be at laser
tag?” My jaw dropped.
    “Usually we’d have the whole place rented
out, but the owners double booked. We’ll be sharing with the
Kappas.”
    “This is going to be interesting.” Mallory
laughed.
    “Sisterly bonding with frat guys…right,” I
mumbled.
    Jana turned toward me. “What was that?”
    I smiled. “Nothing.”
    “Their bark is bigger than their bite.
They’re actually really nice,” Jana assured us.
    “I’m sure.” I stepped up onto the bus and
took a seat. Cara slid in next to me, and Mallory sat with Jana
across from us. I looked out the window, watching a crowd of guys.
I’m sure they were some frat’s new pledge class.
    “This place is hot guy central. I don’t even
know where to start.” Cara ogled the guys.
    “I agree.” I did, but the only guy on campus
I was really looking for was Dylan.
    The ride went quickly as we learned some
sorority songs. I hate to admit it, but they were kind of catchy.
Before I knew it, we pulled into the lot of the laser tag place. It
was located in a strip mall, the kind of place where you went for
groceries or frozen yogurt. It must be the cheapest kind of rental
space because that’s where laser tag always was.
    Inside, we geared up. It was a really funny
sight to see a bunch of sorority girls wearing electronic vests and
holding guns. We were about ready to go into the game room when the
door opened, and the Kappa guys flowed in.
    The pledges all wore black t-shirts that read
“An offer you can’t refuse.” The shirts weren’t particularly
original, but who doesn’t like a Godfather reference?
    We listened as a middle-aged guy read off a
list of instructions. Pretty much, we weren’t supposed to hurt each
other or the equipment. After we grumbled our agreement, we

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