"You're Robin, right?" she said, "Robin Foster?"
"Yes, that's me. Have I done something to-"
"No, of course not," Becky said, "I want to talk to you. You're interested in joining us, right? I mean, of course you are or else you wouldn't be here. You might have heard the rumors that this is a rather... unusual sorority."
"Well, I have heard some things. Nothing bad. Just that the Gammas tend to be a little shy and introverted."
"We have our active sides," Becky said. She motioned for Robin to follow her and they began walking down the hallway away from the party. "We just know when it's appropriate to let them out."
"Where are we going?"
"There's two things that the Gammas hold above all else. Just two things that we ask from ourselves and our new sisters: control and trust. If you can accept that and follow those guidelines, then you have what it takes to be a Gamma." Becky led Robin into an exercise room, complete with floor mats and weights. "Everything at the party tonight? That's just to weed out people who aren't up to being potential Gammas. This is the real test, right here."
"You... want me to lift weights?"
"No," Becky said, "I want to test you to see if you can live up to the Gamma code. Remember, trust and control. Now, I want you to take your hand and squeeze my breast. Right or left, your choice."
"Um, I don't really go in for that kind of stuff, but I'm flattered that-"
"No, not like that," Becky said, "Just squeeze. I want to show you what happens when a Gamma loses control and then see if you can be trusted with that information."
Totally puzzled by Becky's behavior, but curious to see where this was going, Robin reached out, grasped Becky's left breast, and squeezed lightly.
"Harder," Becky said, "Tighter. C'mon, grab! Squeeze!"
Mon Apr 05 14:56:02 2004