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Joseph Andrew Collins Chapter 14
I'm afraid I gave Andrew a rough night. I was restless and moved around quite a bit. He tried at first to sleep with his back to me, but my dreams were disjointed and I tossed and turned. Andrew finally turned over and held me close to him. I settled then, knowing as always, I was protected in Andrew's charge. I woke during the dark of night to find I was secured by Andrew, one of his arms under my head, so that it lay under his chin with the arm running down the front of my body and the other arm extended so it lay along my side and the bend at his elbow brought his hand over my stomach. I lay there enjoying my closeness to this man who treated me so well and has meant so much to me since I first met him.
I could feel the hair on his chest move slightly against my back as he breathed slowly in and out. It slowly occurred to me that there was movement between us as his rigid erection moved ever so slightly up and down the cleft of my butt. This thought brought my attention to the steel-like beam, which protruded from my own groin, upward toward my belly button. As I breathed in and out, the head of my dick was rubbing slowly against the back of Andrew's hand. I knew my cock head had to be starting to ooze precum and there would be no disposing of the evidence if this went on much further.
Very carefully I moved to see if Andrew would release his hold on me and he did. He drew his arms back, not fully, but enough to allow me movement. I carefully turned over, so that I now faced him and moved closer, so that our unbending organs were pushed together between us. Andrew shifted slightly and I was concerned I had wakened him, but he settled closing his arms around me again.
"I love you, Tick." he mumbled, as he reached between us and grasped our two spikes. After squeezing them together firmly a couple times with a shudder, he returned his hand to my hip and cupped my butt in his strong fingers, pulling us back tightly together again. I held my breath, but he was sound asleep and continued the regular in and out breathes of slumber.
"I love you too, Andrew." I whispered as I drifted back to sleep, my forehead pressed against his firm, furry chest, as it had been earlier last evening.
I woke to the sound of others moving around. I was alone. Hogan's bed was empty and Andrew was gone as well. Uncertain what to do, I grabbed my underwear from my bag and after pulling it on, went out into the hall and over to the toilets' entry. I found four senior Brothers were already there, when I went in; Andrew was not one of them. The open toilet arrangement presented no discomfort for me. After two years of visiting with the Brothers, I was use to the concept. My problem right now was that I was a Pledge in the midst of a hoard of senior Brothers. Jumping up to attention every time I was addressed could prove extremely counter-productive in this particular location. I decided it would likely be better if I just went straight to the Pledge wing. As I pulled open the door to exit, I ran smack into Brother Randy.
Brother Randy Graceson was the largest of the Brothers. He was a star blocker and charger on our Division Champion football team. Randy stood about 6'4" and weighed about 300 pounds. On the playing field, he was a bull elephant that nothing or nobody could stop. Off the field, he was one of the kindest, gentlest men I had ever met.
"Hey, Joe, where you going ?" he asked. I came to attention.
"I was just looking for Brother Andrew, Sir." I replied.
"It's all right, Joe. Relax." Brother Randy said. "We all know you came over here with Andrew last night. You don't have to run off."
"Thank you, Sir." I answered. "I need to get over to the toilet room in the Pledge wing." He looked at me for a moment.
"You go use the toilet here." he told me, motioning to the ones in this room. "No one will bother you. Pledge rules are suspended. I'll be here 'til you're ready to leave, so don't worry." I was relieved and went over to use the facilities. Randy seemed to understand without me detailing to him what my hesitation was about.
"Hey, Joe. What's new ?" Brother Jim asked as he came into the room and looked around.
"Leave him alone, Jim." Randy said. "The kid needs a few minutes to himself."
"Sure. Okay." Jim responded. "I didn't mean to startle you, Joe."
"It's okay, Sir." I answered. "Thanks for asking. Everything's good." Just then, Andrew popped in the door, looked around, spotted me and called out to Hogan that he'd found me.
"Sorry, Tick." Andrew apologized. "I had some business I had to look after and figured you'd sleep 'til I got back."
"It's all right, Sir." I responded. "Everything is good. Brother Randy was seeing that I was okay." Andrew turned to Randy, who had moved over next to him and the two of them each raised an arm above his head and slapped hands with each other, without saying anything. I was done by then and went over and washed my hands. Andrew and I went back to his room.
We were in our running shorts and in front of the House when the others started showing up. Within five minutes everyone had appeared and Vince was busy organizing the run, when Chris came out of the House dressed in an equestrian riding uniform, carrying a helmet and riding crop. The group all came to attention as the President of the Chapter approached us. I'm sure everyone was trying as hard as I was not to laugh. Andrew was looking at the ground and I'm sure he and I didn't dare to look at each other.
"Where's your horse ?" a chuckling Pledge Master Vince asked Chris as he approached.
"I'm afraid I couldn't arrange for a horse." Chris replied. "Actually it wasn't an equestrian theme I wanted, but this was the only riding uniform I could find. I figured it would be suitable enough for driving the jeep."
"I need the jeep for the Pledge morning run." Vince stated.
"Actually, all you need for the Pledge morning run are your feet, oh substitute Pledge." Chris advised him. "Seeing as the Pledge Master is occupied this morning in his other role of 'big Brother', I felt it best if I took the jeep this morning, so your 'little brother' would have you to run with." There was a loud cheer and clapping initiated by the Brothers, joined in quickly by the Pledges, myself at the forefront.
"No, no." Vince sputtered. "This isn't necessary. I can look after this without your help." Chris went right ahead and climbed aboard the jeep, turned the key and yelled, "Wagons Ho!" as the vehicle moved out. Vince stood there with his mouth hanging open until RAT told him to get his ass in gear before he started losing him Lifesavers. We had an excellent run, most of us anyway.
This Monday passed quickly. Andrew walked me to my classes and then met me after them, so he was always within reach. I learned a lot more about what he did as senior Advisor for the Frat. Throughout the day, Brothers would seek him out and ask questions about many different things. A couple different times, he would ask if I minded him having a few minutes private time with someone and he would leave me in an open area and step off to the side and talk quietly with the individual.
Once, I was challenged by Brother Jim about my twin's whereabouts and Andrew was immediately beside me. Jim was almost embarrassed about the challenge, but Andrew commended him on his diligence and made him feel good. Andrew was also approached several times during the day by people I recognized as officials of some of the other Fraternities. They would generally start out with idle chit-chat, but would eventually ask him a question which involved, "what would you do if," in it. Andrew would probe for more details about the problem or situation and then usually offer two or three suggestions, leaving them with options from which to choose.
I had a practice today at 3:30 with my Coach. My 'big Brother' came with me. There was no audience today, just the three of us and Coach Banks. Sandy and Ray showed up as well. It seems they had decided to work out with me this year, no matter whether we formed a dojo or not. Sandy left Ellis with Chris while he was here. I was happy for their participation.
"Are you feeling better today than the last time I was here ?" Ken Williams asked me. I owed him an explanation and apology. He received both. He looked at me with severity in his eyes. "Your Arts are not for punishing. This is a flaw in your self-control and should have been punished." I told him the rest of what had happened.
"I realize the error I committed and have made peace with all involved, except you and Darrin." I said. "I ask your forgiveness now for my errors." He stared at me and the hard edge left his eyes and voice.
"It's clear you have learned from this incident, Joe." Ken responded. "You have also been reprimanded publicly, so it is not my place to hold you accountable again." He stood straight and bowed to me. I returned his bow, being certain mine was lower to show my respect for my teacher. "Let's get to work."
Ken might not have planned on humiliating me further publicly, but he had no problem about doing it in front of the group assembled in that gym. He worked me without a break for the next hour. He would attack and criticize my counters, then he would make me do them over and over with Sandy and Ray. At least by the end of the session, he had dispelled his anger with me and ended up smiling. After a ten-minute rest, Ken had me observe Ray and Sandy spar and then comment on their form and technique. Agreeing with my observations, he then required me to teach them the changes they needed in order to make their moves more effective. A half hour later, the improvement in their methods was evident.
"You've done your job well." he congratulated them. "You've also done your job well, Joe. Not every practitioner is a teacher, but you have the skill and patience to be a good one. There is no reason you should not open a dojo here and teach. It will help you in developing into a Master of the Art and it will provide these anxious students with a quality of instruction they should be entitled to receive." I thanked him for his observations. "Now, the negative side. You are not practicing enough. You have lost the championship edge from your performance. That means your exercise program is not being applied properly. The World Championships are only 5 months away."
"It's been a busy time here." I suggested in my own defence.
"Excuses will not change anything." Ken declared. "You must make time for your practice and exercise."
"He will." Andrew's voice interrupted.
"You're damn right he will." Roger Banks stated.
"It's just become my personal project for this year." Sandy added.
"Mine too," the other three added simultaneously. I had this sense of impending doom.
When we had finished for the day, we all took Ken to the cafeteria with us for dinner. This was actually not an attempt on my part to get even with him for the exhausting workout. The food in our cafeteria was actually quite edible and even occasionally had the flavour of whatever it had been presented to represent. As we arrived at the cafeteria building, I noticed a group of six or so shirtless men, leashed together by the dog collars they wore around their necks, standing about 10 feet from the entrance.
These appeared to be the same guys we had seen Saturday night at the pizza place. I don't know if the others were the same ones, but I recognized Terry Sommers, the man I'd had the Frisbee incident with and had made the fleeting eye contact with the last time we saw each other. There appeared to be some disagreement going on. We stopped to watch what was happening.
"Bend over and take your paddling, Sommers." a heavyset man of about 22, waving a thick paddle around yelled at Terry.
"I've had enough." Terry stated. "I did nothing wrong and I've already been paddled twice today for no reason. I'm resigning."
"Quit if you want, fag," his tormenter sneered, "but after we get back to the Frat House. Right now, you get paddled." Andrew, who had stopped beside me, walked over to the group.
"Gentlemen, this isn't the impression any of us want the other students and public to have of Greek Fraternity." Andrew stated to the group, but more specifically to their Leader. At the same time I heard Andrew in my head, calling out to the Brothers. "It would be best if this were resolved somewhere else."
"Butt out." their Leader snarled. "I don't need any pussy DPD asshole telling me how to handle fuckin' Pledges." I had moved up beside Andrew as he spoke. Suddenly, a circle of bodies surrounded the six Pledges, their Leader, Andrew and myself. Scanning the faces quickly, I realized the circle was comprised of DPD Brothers and Pledges. There was a pregnant moment of silence as the others enclosed in the circle looked around uncertainly.
"Let me in there, please." someone said, from outside the secure circle of bodies. A single body was admitted and I recognized him as a member of one of the Fraternities that I had met last year. He took a quick look around. "What's going on Brother Andrew ?" The Leader of the Pledge group started to say something and the new arrival cut him off. "I didn't ask you anything yet, Tucker."
"It seems one of your Pledges has resigned and isn't being released." Andrew stated. "The commotion is not reflective of Greek Fraternity to either me, or the public passing by." The new arrival turned to the Pledge group.
"Who wishes to resign and why ?"
"I do." Sommers stated. "I've been paddled twice already today for no reason and now Pledge Master Tucker has decided to paddle me again, here in the public area for no reason. This isn't what Fraternity is about. What is this Frat, a bunch of sadistic abusers ? There's such a thing as instituting discipline and order, but this has gone way beyond that."
"Terry, will you come back to the Frat House with me and tell the Brothers what you just told me ?" the new arrival asked. "I guarantee you'll be free to go whenever you want and no one," he glared at Tucker, "will lay a finger on you."
"I'll come back, Sir," Sommers agreed, "if Joe Collins will come with me."
"What about it, Mr. Collins," I was asked, "will you be Protector for Pledge Sommers ?"
"If my 'big Brother' will come." I answered. The inquisitor looked around and Andrew finally raised his hand, indicating it was he.
"You are always welcome in our House at any time, Brother Andrew." he stated and you could see by the look on his face, he was impressed and most serious about what he was saying.
"Place Pledge Sommers under my supervision and he, Pledge Joe and I will be at your House at 8:30 this evening." Andrew stated. "Also guarantee that no one will influence these other five Pledges about what they have to say concerning today's activities."
"Done. You have my guarantee." he replied.
"Well if I can't accept the guarantee of Dell Philips, President of Alpha Gamma Epsilon Chapter, whose can I accept ?" Andrew acknowledged and they shook hands. Terry Sommers was released from his Pledge group and came over to where we were standing. Andrew took off his DPD jacket and handed it to Terry, telling him to put it on. The DPD circle broke apart and the members disappeared into different directions as quickly as they had assembled. Our little group, now plus Terry Sommers, continued into the cafeteria to have our supper.
"Where did all your Frat Brothers come from ?" Terry asked me. "One minute there was no sign of anyone and the next they were all there."
"I guess challenging a DPD Brother at supper time outside the cafeteria is about the dumbest time and place possible." I commented. "We all like to eat." Everyone laughed.
"Why AGE, Terry ?" Sandy asked. Terry hung his head for a moment before he looked up and around our group.
"Like everyone else, I would have preferred DPD," he told us, "but I fucked that up before Rush even started." He glanced over to me. Andrew raised his eyebrows in question.
"Mr. Frisbee." I explained and all the DPD people knew immediately that Vince had blackballed him for his behaviour and attitude, before and after his confrontation with me.
"After Rush week started, I attended several parties. My mouth disqualified me from any of the better Frats and it got to the point that AGE was the only one that accepted me to Pledge." Terry continued. "It's been all the worst stories I ever heard about hazing and non-scarring abuse. I swear the Pledge Master is a sadist and some of his Brothers are into SM. They're given a free hand, with no supervision."
"Yeah. I know what you mean." I said with as straight a face as possible. All the Brothers started laughing at me. Terry was very confused. "I'm sorry Terry, I'm kidding you, although I have felt the bite of the paddle."
"And may still again." Andrew added. The Brothers all laughed again as I sharply snapped my head and widely opened eyes to look and see if he was serious. Andrew started to laugh as well.
"Why me ?" I asked Terry, changing the subject. "Why did you want me to go with you tonight ?"
"The easy answer would be that you're the only one I knew in the entire group that was there." he replied. "Actually, I recognized a couple of your Brothers who are on the Soccer teams I am, so that's not true. Since our first encounter, I've found out a bit about you, not from spite, but because I admired the way you stood up to me. Everything I've uncovered says, you're honest, sincere and straight from the shoulder. Besides, if I get into a fight, I wanted you on my side."
"Good survival instincts." I noted. "I like that." The rest of our conversation was idle chatter throughout our meal. After saying good night to Ken Williams, the rest of us went back to the Frat House. Once there, Andrew told me to take Terry into the Pledge lounge and stay with him. He said, he would be back for the seven o'clock meeting.
Terry had never been to our Frat House and he had many questions. He told me the Pledge bedrooms, which would be used by those inducted as first year, each had two, two-man bunks, so four were in each room. There apparently was not much funding, except for the fees paid by the members and because the Charter members didn't want to, or couldn't pay larger fees, there were never any funds for improvement or expansion. Terry was much larger built then me, so I asked RAT if we could have one of his T-shirts for Terry to wear. RAT went and got one. We set Andrew's jacket aside, to be returned to him.
At seven o'clock precisely, we were all summoned to the main lounge. This appeared to be a full Fraternity meeting as everyone was present including Coach Banks and Dr. Payne. Andrew asked me to introduce Terry to Chris and Vince before the meeting started and I did as asked. Chris called the meeting to order and the first thing he did was ask me to now introduce Terry to the Chapter. Andrew then explained briefly the circumstances around Terry being present, though everyone had a basic idea from having participated in the security circle. Andrew also indicated that he and we would be leaving for an 8:30 meeting.
"Terry," Chris addressed him, "this would normally be a closed meeting between our Brothers and Pledges, which would be attended only by those who had declared allegiance to Delta Phi Delta. It would be rude to leave you, as our guest, alone for the next hour or so, while we meet. We therefore are going to ask your pledge that what you hear and see while our guest will not be discussed with anyone, except a member here in attendance." Terry stood and faced Chris.
"I am really honoured to be allowed this privilege and I promise to never speak of what occurs while I am here, other than to someone else who is present."
"That's fine." Chris specified. "Now if you would just sign at the bottom of this sheet with your own blood." He held out a page to Terry who stood frozen for a moment. Everyone started to laugh and Terry realized he had been ragged and laughed himself as he sat back down.
"All right, gentlemen." Andrew addressed the group. "Pledge brothers, you were told at the end of last week that there would be discussions this week about sexual matters and to leave your inhibitions at the door. Get ready to spill your guts before your brothers. First though, I want to take a small survey. Think about last Friday night, after the Beer Fest. Those of you who had a dream, which included Joe, Brad, Vince, Kirk and myself, put up your hands, please." All of the Brothers raised their hands and half of the Pledges. After looking around at all the others, the rest of the Pledges also nervously raised their hands. I was shocked when Terry raised his hand as well.
"Terry, are you serious ?" Brad asked. "Did you actually have the dream Andrew asked about ?" Terry indicated he had.
"Those of you who did not have a spontaneous emission, please keep your hands up." Most of the hands fell.
"He means anyone who got off without doing anything, put your hands down." Brad explained. Everyone else dropped his hand.
"Am I wrong, or is it impossible for all of us to have the same dream, at the same time ?" Chris asked.
"And how do you know what we dreamed, Andrew ?" Vince questioned.
Andrew posed another question. "How many of you remember the dream in detail ?" Again, the whole room raised their hands. "And how many of you normally remember your dreams for three days ?" All hands disappeared again.
"The Brothers will understand, when I say this has to do with the experiments we conduct." Brad declared. "The Pledges will have to wait for an explanation at the end of Pledge week.
The meeting then dissolved into we Pledges going to our own lounge and under the direction of Vince, Dr. Bayer. Coach Banks and Andrew, reviewed our knowledge about both hetero and homosexual safe sex practices, techniques, menstruation cycles and premature ejaculation. There was a question and answer period and some really pertinent points were discussed. No one felt the time was wasted, because our instructors told it plain and simple and used personal example, which of course tweaked everyone's voyeuristic tendencies. Terry even asked a couple questions and seemed pleased with the answers he received.
At 8:15 Brad came in and took Andrew's place and he, Terry and I left for the AGE House. There was not much discussion as we walked along and what there was centred on the questions we'd heard this evening about sexuality. We arrived at the House just before 8:30 and were met coming up the sidewalk by President Dell Philips. He shook hands with each of us and invited us in.
The House was much smaller than DPD and it was obviously in need of repair and cleanup. We were led through a front lounge about the size of the Pledge lounge and into a dining room. Seated around the tables there were about 25 men. The 5 Pledges who had been with Terry were seated on the floor near the front of the room, where four chairs had been lined up. Dell invited us to be seated on the chairs. He then introduced Andrew and then me to the assembled grouping.
"Pledge Terry Sommers has declared his intention to leave our group." Dell announced. "he has very specific reasons for leaving..."
"Yeah, because he's a sissy fag, who can't take it." Tucker growled.
"...and I want it clear to each of you, why we are losing this Pledge." Dell finished his interrupted statement. Dell motioned for Terry to come and stand beside him.
"I had already been paddled twice today for no reason and the sadistic asshole you people chose as a Pledge Master, decided to paddle me again for no reason in the public square in front of the cafeteria." Terry stated. "That was only today so far. Everyday since we pledged this Fraternity, we have been abused, belittled, sexually assaulted, physically assaulted and degraded in the name of Fraternity. I joined this group to become part of a brotherhood, but it doesn't exist here. I saw it tonight at DPD." He paused and looked over at Andrew, who nodded an approval. "Third and fourth year Brothers speaking with their Pledges about safe and responsible sex. Not smut and innuendo, but clear basic information they can use to Protect themselves and promote their enjoyment and sharing with a partner."
"I'm not surprised..." Tucker began to speak out.
"Shut up, Tucker." Dell yelled out. "If we want shit, we know enough to squeeze your head." The Brothers chuckled. Tucker looked pissed.
"Brother Andrew." one of the Brothers spoke up. "We all know you and wonder why you have come here tonight."
"I'm here, because my 'little brother', who was designated Protector, asked me to accompany him." Andrew stated. "I observed the confrontation this afternoon between Pledge Sommers and Brother Tucker."
"That's Pledge Master Tucker." he called out.
"Whatever." Andrew replied, making it clear he was unimpressed. "The confrontation was totally out of hand, which must be attributed to the Pledge Master and the public image being presented was destructive to all Greek Fraternal Organizations. The image you present to the public through your Pledges is in general detrimental to all Greek Fraternal Chapters. Your Pledges, your Pledge Master and yourselves are always representative of us all, not just yourselves."
"I want to hear from my brother about what's been going on." one of the Brothers said. "Bobby, get up there." A young guy, tall and lanky stood and moved to the front. "What's been happening ? Are you guys being beaten ?"
"Well, sometimes." he answered, hanging his head and looking at the floor.
"Do you deserve it ?" the Brother asked.
"I don't really know." Bobby responded. "I've never been told what I did wrong, just to drop my pants and grab my ankles."
"You been here since Saturday. Three days." his brother noted. "How many times you been paddled ?" The boy stood and started counting on his fingers.
"Eleven."
"Why didn't you say anything to me ?" he was asked.
"The Pledge Master said, I wasn't suppose to talk to you," Bobby announced, "and if you found out how many times I had to be paddled, you'd be really mad and throw me out of the Frat. This is the only Frat that would have me. I can't get put out." The boy's brother looked over at Tucker, then lunged at him. A number of his Brothers had to grab him and hold him back.
"When do I get to speak ?" a visibly shaken Tucker whined. "I can explain all this. It's just a misunderstanding." Dell indicated Tucker should come up to the front and speak.
"You people stuck me with this thankless job." he declared. "You give me six Pledges who are the bottom of the barrel, bastards no other fraternity will take on and then you expect me to housebreak them with sweet words and happy slogans. They're being trained the same way I was trained and the rest of you too."
"How are they learning, if they're not told what they did wrong when they get disciplined ?" Dell questioned.
"They know." Tucker insisted. "Just because they won't admit it, they still know."
"What did Sommers do that required paddling in the public courtyard by the cafeteria ?" Dell asked. There was a pause and all eyes returned to Tucker.
"Well...well. Well, I guess he was slowing down the line, not paying attention to what we were doing." Tucker fumbled out. "Yeah, that's it. He was watching the girls and not keeping up."
"He was keeping up." Bobby exclaimed. "It was you slowing and stopping, making rude, suggestive comments to the co-eds. Then you got mad when that one told you to 'fuck off'." Tucker glared at him.
"Tucker you are up on charges." Dell declared. "You are relieved as Pledge Master."
"You can't do that." Tucker squealed. "My father will have your balls."
"Let's just castrate him now." one of the Brothers suggested. Tucker nearly fainted. I couldn't help but snicker.
"Master-at-Arms, take Brother Tucker into custody and confine him to his room." the Chapter President instructed. A massive man, the size of our Brother Randy, only with 40 pounds of fat added, moved forward from the back of the room. He wiggled his index finger, motioning Tucker over to him as he glared at the former Pledge Master. Tucker slowly moved to the big man and was escorted out of the room.
"This is your fault." Dell Philips stated in a loud voice, looking at his Brothers. "None of you are willing to participate, or help. You expect everyone else to do it. Pledge Master is one of the most important roles in the Fraternity and that asshole got it because none of you could be bothered. He's a pig, who should have been expelled last year, but you guys couldn't even be bothered about doing that. I've had enough. Sommers, do you want a roommate over in the dorms ?" Dell turned to Terry.
"Sure." Terry affirmed.
"Good, you got one." Dell announced. "I resign. I resign as Chapter President and I resign as a member of Alpha Gamma Epsilon." Pandemonium broke out. A group of Brothers raced to Dell arguing in loud voices that he mustn't resign. Others still seated started loud discussions and some argued about where the blame lay for what was happening. Everyone was obviously upset, but no one seemed to know what to do or how to act. I wondered whom the rest of the Executive was and why they weren't stabilizing what was happening.
"Gentlemen." Andrew's clear voice rang out over the din. "Gentlemen, let's have some order, please." The Brothers became quiet and gave Andrew their attention. "Gentlemen, I believe from your reaction, this is not what you want and Dell, I truly believe it is not what you want either."
"No it's not, Andrew," Dell stated, "but we're just starting out a new school year and we're neck deep in shit already. I don't know what to do."
"Gentlemen, I think you all know that if Dell goes, this Fraternity is done." Andrew told them. "Dell indicates that you don't care anyway, so is it all right with you if you just throw in the towel and close the doors here."
"NO." was the resounding answer he received.
"Well, does it mean enough to you to dig in and do the work required to make your Fraternity work." Andrew asked. "Now don't just say 'Yes', if you don't mean it, because you'll just be delaying the inevitable and in so doing make it even worse. Will you work at it ?"
"YES." was delivered back even more forcefully than the previous answer.
"All right, here's what I will arrange for you, subject to your approval." Andrew stated. "Dell, if you and Terry will stay on here, a DPD Pledge Master will come and live here for the next week and with your new Pledge Master, guide and train your Pledges. Over the next two weeks DPD Brothers will provide a half dozen workshops for every Brother on Charter operations and Fraternity values. For the rest of this school year, either the DPD Pledge Master or I will be available to your entire House as a senior Advisor. Is this satisfactory and will it help you all put your House in order ?"
"Yes" echoed throughout the House another time.
"Dell ?" Andrew asked. He nodded and the Brothers applauded wildly.
"Terry ?" he asked again.
"Does that mean no more paddle ?" Terry questioned.
'No it doesn't." Andrew stated. "In fact you may find the DPD Pledge Master may use it right off to establish order and discipline. Isn't that correct, Pledge Joe ?"
"Yes, Sir." I affirmed. Terry thought for a few moments, then he nodded his assent. The Brothers again applauded loudly. It only took a phone call from Andrew to have Chris and Brad join us. Chris agreed to the DPD participation Andrew had outlined and Brad agreed to serve as DPD Pledge Master, working with a new AGE Pledge Master. His name was Doby and he was the Brother, who was Pledge Bobby's older brother. I spent my time with Terry and the other Pledges telling them what I had learned about being a Fraternity Brother. It was after midnight before we returned to our Frat House.