Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2019 06:01:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: umpjones@aol.com
Subject: Pledging Alpha Delts 10A

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Pledging Alpha Delts 10 – Fall Break Begins

Sunday night's pledge meeting included some interesting facts on the
history of the fraternity at the national level.  Most of the material was
in our books from the national office but the chapter had brought in some
alumni to talk about it in greater detail.  They had also traveled to
conferences and to the main office.  Of course came the quiz and
surprisingly we did well.  But it was never good enough – perfection was
expected.

Following the departure of the alumni, we were each handed a small note
size envelope with instructions for the upcoming fall break.  We retreated
to our room and opened the envelopes.  Mine and Keith's read the same –
we were instructed to pack light and to include our pledge uniform.  Keith
was told to bring his phone while I was told to leave mine in the dorm.  We
were to meet Steven at his car precisely at 6pm on Wednesday (we had
Thursday and Friday off for fall break).  Christian spoke up and said he
had been assigned as well since he was also not leaving to go home.

The three of us met around 5:30 and headed over to Steven's place.  We had
each packed our pledge uniform (shorts, jock, and tank) along with an extra
pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  "Should we bring anything else" I asked.
Keith spoke back and said he didn't think we'd be needing anything else.
"I have a feeling this isn't going to be much of a break.  Their going to
have us doing all kinds of shit.  Logan lives out in the country on a lot
of land.  And I'm guessing his parents are gone, otherwise we wouldn't all
be going to his place."  Christian and I could tell by his tone and
description of Logan's home that we'd be in for a long 4 days.

Steven walked out right at 6pm with us already waiting outside as
instructed.  He popped the back hatch to his Explorer SUV and told us to
get in the back and lay down.  Once we were all spooning each other, he
pulled a sunscreen canopy over us and closed the hatch and got in.  We
drove across campus and picked up Logan and we were on our way.  I'm not
sure of the time, but after a couple of stops we turned onto a dirt road
and after a little bit, the SUV came to a stop with both Steven and Logan
getting out.  The back hatch opened and the sunscreen let go and retracted
back into it's roller holder.

The house was huge with a porch that wrapped around all 3 sides.  There was
also a separate 3-car garage with an upstairs along with a large barn
structure as well.  There appeared to be a pool in the fenced in backyard
area.  "Grab your things and follow me" said Logan.  He led us down to the
barn, opening the main double doors and motioning us inside.  "Pick an
empty stall and throw your stuff in there.  It will be yours for the
weekend."  We chose the first one, not knowing any different and walked in.
"Keith, give me your phone." After getting the phone, he shut the door,
slid the bolt into place and proceeded to leave the barn, shutting the door
on his way out.  We sat down on the floor which was covered with hay.
Thankfully, while it smelled of animals and we could hear horses in nearby
stalls, ours was devoid of manure.

In a little while, we could hear another car pull up and some voices.  Not
much later, the barn door opened and then our stall door.  Steven tossed in
two pizza boxes with just a single word "dinner."  The stall door was shut
and bolted and out he went.

Not sure what time in the night it was, but I was jostled awake.  Christian
was taking a piss over in the corner.

Morning came with a couple of loud fist pounds to the stall door.  "Get up
maggots" bellowed Logan as Steven stood behind him.  Logan led several
horses out to the pasture fields and then proceeded to give us instructions
on cleaning the stalls out, feeding and giving water to the horses out in
the pasture.  Once we were done with that, we then needed to grab the mower
and mow the yard.  "Weed eat the yard as well and then blow off the
sidewalk.  Your breakfast is on the front porch."  Breakfast was a package
of pop tarts.

It was probably mid-afternoon by the time we finished.  For most of the
time, Steven and/or Logan just sat on the porch watching, going in and out
of the house.  I was blowing off the sidewalk and the porch around the
house when a car pulled up.  I didn't recognize the guy getting out but he
obviously was the same age (probably the same class as Logan and Steven).
After slapping hands and general greetings, the guy walked to the trunk of
his car and opened it.  Out crawled two guys in superman and batman
underwear.  Obviously more pledges were joining for the weekend.  Keith
mumbled that he knew both of them – Cameron and Warren.  "I wrestled
with Cameron and Warren played lacrosse" he said.

The two were brought over to us and introductions were made.  Both were
pledging a different fraternity at a different school but Jim (the guy
Logan and Keith were friends with) was a brother and these were his two
contributions.  "Ya'll need to clean up and show these two where they'll be
sleeping for the next few nights" said Steven.  "There's a hose by the barn
to shower with.  Stay in the barn until we call you for dinner."  Cameron
and Warren went into the stall while the three of us went and stripped down
to rinse off the best we could without soap.  The water was cold.  A little
air drying and then we realized our clothes were dirty.  A quick rinse and
then we put them on wet hoping they would dry quickly.  The temperature
wasn't hot but not cool either.

A large bell was rung with a noise that reverberated through the air.
"Maggots!  Dinner is ready" yelled Logan.  We went up to the house, the
three of us in our pledge shorts and tank, still fairly damp and Cameron
and Warren in their superhero undies.  Sandwiches were brought out –
spam sandwiches.  As we began to scarf the food down, the smell of burgers
on the grill filtered through the air.  We were hungry so it really didn't
matter that the raw spam with mustard was our dinner while they were going
to be eating burgers.  The five of us served the three of them and then
were given instructions on cleaning up.  Once we had cleaned the dishes and
kitchen, Steven led us out back.

"You three (pointing at Keith, Cameron and Warren) strip and go stand by
the fence.  Place your right hand behind your head and your left hand
covering your junk."  Logan brought out three cell phones and asked the
pass code to open each one.  A picture was taken on each phone and then
some quick typing.  He held it up so the three could see and read what was
written

     ABC Party Friday 10pm @ Logan's
     This is our attire

The look on their faces wasn't good.  It was a snapchat being added to
their story.  An ABC party stood for `anything but clothes' and people
usually wore something like a sheet or towel or taped together beer boxes.
The fact that a nearly nude picture of the three of them meant they would
be without any coverings.

"Tonight we're going to have some people over.  You will be dressed in your
jock or your underwear.  Be good servants" said Logan.

The night's party consisted of lots of beer on ice, drinking games and us
keeping everyone's (mostly guys but a few gals) cups full.  The fire in the
fire pit also had to be maintained.  Cameron, Warren and Keith knew
everyone there which made it super uncomfortable.  Each received several
comments on the pending ABC party Friday night.  For Christian and myself,
it was just like all the sorority dinners hosted at the house where we
served in our jocks.  Finally in the early morning hours, Logan led the
five of us back to the barn where we were locked safely away in our stall.