still watching me out of the corner of their eyes, as if wondering what would come next, and I noticed that there was a certain amount of fear in many of those eyes. I ate, and drank, and even danced with some of the girls, who had never noticed me before, and one of them asked the frat president who the new dreamboat pledge was. Not that I cared, but it’s still nice to be noticed….

I went back upstairs after a bit, but before I went to my room I went to the bathroom to piss out some of the beer. When I came out the frat president was waiting for me. He slammed my back up against the wall and with one of him meaty paws on my chest growled, “Just what the fuck was that stunt you pulled tonight, huh? Wearin’ that goddam dress! You fuckin’ jerk – I’m gonna bash your head in!”

I stared at him again coolly and said, “Go blow your beer breath in somebody else’s face, asshole – so what if you beat me up. You’ve done it before, and it doesn’t impress me – and neither do you, Bozo.” And I shoved him away and walked slowly and with dignity into my room and closed the door.

Any other night, after any number of these parties, a few of my beloved brothers would always kick my door in and pretend I was one of their women – that had been going on for two years, ever since my initiation. While I liked the hot, rough sex from these hot young studs, I resented it being on their terms, not mine. Tonight, I slept in The Shirt, and no one disturbed my rest…

On Monday morning, with The Shirt safely stowed in my trunk, I went to class, and I confronted a particularly stupid professor who had singled me out for his own special brand of public verbal abuse, exposed him in a blatant error of fact in his lecture, and stalked out, leaving him sputtering and the class cheering…

That afternoon at work, when I walked in, and the Office Bully made one of her usual nasty remarks about me, I turned to her and said, “You know, it’s just a damn shame that your mother didn’t come out from under the porch long enough to teach you the manners of a chimpanzee. Maybe it’s about time somebody did. And you really ought to be careful about the way you yell at me – one of these days your going to open that big mouth of your so wide all that make-up will crack right off, and it just might pull that ugly face right off the front of your skull. Come to think of it, that just might improve your looks.” And walked away, to thunderous applause from the other employees.

She of course went screaming to The Boss, who called me into his office, and said, “I heard all about what happened, and she’s had that coming for a long time. I told her she was suspended for three days without pay. And as for you, take the rest of the day off, with pay, and with a raise. And tomorrow, I will announce to the entire staff that I’m making you my personal Assistant in Charge of Special Projects. Congratulations!”

I walked out on a cloud, and immediately headed for The Medieval Market and for The Clothes Horse. I practically ran up the escalator