"Hi, you must be Casey," I greeted her as she dropped her bags. 'Oh, nice t**s, and in a tank top?' I thought, glancing at them. "Yes, and you must be Kendra," she added, coming towards me. "Sharon told me I'd be living with you, so I guess you can call me fresh meat here in this sorority," she said, putting her hand out. "What do you mean?" I asked, taking it. She stayed silent and featured a confused look for a few seconds as she shook my hand, but then came close to me. "I just mean, there are good looking ladies living together, and they can hook up, that's all. Do ladies here not get together?" "Oh, no," I shot her down, shaking my head no and backing up. "There is a serious rule around here: sisters here can't get involved. It is strictly f*******n, like f*******n fruit. Sharon didn
