We'd just have to see how it worked out.
Saturday night Marilyn and I went out to dinner with my parents and Suzie, with Hamilton staying home. It was only somewhat awkward. Suzie peppered me with questions about the army, and I told her to join up and find out herself. That got a lot of laughs from her and Marilyn, not as many from Dad, and outrage from my mother. Mom did say she appreciated my pictures and had put them on the Wall of Heroes. Suzie commented that Hamilton hissed every time he went by them, which she and I found funny and our parents found distressing. I noticed that only Mom disputed this story, which meant that Dad had witnessed it as well. After dinner, we went to a movie, and then went over to the bar until closing.
Sunday we went to the beach. It was pretty much a repeat of last year, in that we spent the week goofing off, catching some rays, and screwing our brains out. I made sure I packed the Kama Sutra and the vibrator, and Marilyn packed her lingerie. We kept working our way through the book, and by now were well into the intermediate difficulty pages. I kept promising to teach her some of the advanced classes, but Marilyn would just laugh me off.
I bought her a little Pocket Rocket type of vibrator, and used that to introduce her to some back door pleasure. Just the concept of enjoying something back there was alien to her, but I knew from experience that while she wasn't wild about anal sex, she did like having her asshole rubbed and toyed with, especially during doggy style or reverse cowgirl. I started out just running it around the area, then moved up to deliberately stimulating her butt, and finished with lubing it up and inserting the tip while she rode me backwards. Marilyn damn near went into orbit when that happened!
After our vacation was up, we headed back up to Kegs. Work Week was starting in another couple of weeks, and Marilyn went back to Utica. It was the start of my junior and her sophomore year.
The Galaxie was burning oil like I owned a well, and making a racket as well. I hooked up with Joe Santos, a fellow student who hung out with a lot of the guys in Grogans. Joe bought and sold cars like I changed my socks. He knew everything about fixing them, and was always working on one, fixing it up, and peddling it off. It was how he paid for school. I told him my problem and he came back to me a week later with somebody who wanted to sell a car. It was a three year old Impala with almost no mileage and in mint condition, owned by the proverbial little old lady from Pasadena, who had moved into a heavenly parking garage, and now her son wanted to unload it for cash. In a three-way deal, I paid for the car and gave Joe my Galaxie as a finder's fee. I have no definite proof, but I figured Joe also made a deal with the guy who had the Impala; if so, it wasn't my business and I felt no animosity towards Joe. He was a fine guy, and a year later he was voted in as an honorary Kegger.
Junior year was a lot like sophomore year, in that I had an overload of classes and spent a lot of time with Professor Rhineburg down at Amos Eat-Me. I still cooked about once a month on Sundays, still splitting the duties with Marilyn when I could get away with it. We had some new guys moving in and some old guys who didn't come back. Jefferson was back too, along with Ricky, who was living in the house until Christmas. He didn't report to the Army until then, and it was pretty obvious that Jefferson was moving along with him.
I didn't run for any offices, but acted as chief bartender for the Social Committee. What I didn't know from before I learned from Marty Adrianopolis over the last couple of years. I did make a name for myself when I handled the advertising for our first fall party. I got the idea from the ad I had run last spring, for the spring picnic up at Saratoga Park, which was an ad we had run once before, on my first trip:
Wanted: Virgins for Sacred Sacrificial Rite
followed by our frat name and phone number. The idea was that we would be up around the hot springs and needed to sacrifice some virgins to the geyser gods. I have no idea if any virgins came, but the phone rang off the hook for a couple of days, and quite a few girls showed up. We ran the ad in the Polytechnic, the RPI newsletter, and had some girls post it on the bulletin boards over at Samaritan and Saint Rose.
My new ad was a little more ambitious, and we paid to put it in the papers at RPI, Saint Rose, and Samaritan:
Virginity Reduction Clinic
Bothered by the burden of excessive virginity?
Meet with our trained counselors for one-on-one help, or participate in a group session.
Anesthetics provided free of charge!
All you'll feel is a prick!
again followed by our name and number. The response was even better than with the sacrificial virgins ad. Marilyn was not amused, and neither were some of the other house girlfriends, but us Keggers toughed it out. We started planning future ads, which was a good thing, because those two had tapped my creative abilities to the max.
Over Christmas break, Marilyn and I flew to Miami, and I bought her another couple of swimsuits. She still refused to even think about topless or nude beaches, which got me laughing at her more than once. However, just because she wouldn't go for an all over suntan, it didn't mean she wouldn't go for an all over moontan. We managed to rent a car and made a few late night drives over to the Everglades. I made sure to treat her special, and she returned the favor!
Also during Christmas break, Harriet had child number 12! Sarah was born while we were away, so Marilyn didn't learn until she got home. It's a hell of a thing to come back from a weekend with my girl and let my frat brothers know that Mom was still in production! Very weird.
Towards the end of the year, I got additional orders for my training during the summer between junior and senior years. I already knew I had to go back to Fort Bragg for more training, but after that I was heading to Fort Benning in Georgia for paratrooper training.
I let Joe Bradley in on the news, which was a bit surprising to him. I would travel down with him and Bruno, but not back. We had agreed to room together for another year. We meshed together quite well, since I wasn't smoking pot anywhere near as much as I did before. I was an asshole then; I had learned. Room roulette was looking especially chaotic this year, however, as the saying goes, in chaos there is opportunity!
"You thought any about what room we're going to be in next year?", I asked Joe one day.
He gave me a funny look. "You mean other than here? You got something else in mind?"
"Let's get a room down on the landing."
"We'll never get a room down there. Why?"
"Well, for one thing the rooms are bigger, and they have windows and porches." Okay, not really, but they all had windows that opened out onto the roof of the wraparound porch. You could carry a chair out there and sit comfortably in the sunshine and breeze. "Besides, we are shoo-ins, or at least you're a shoo-in. Me, not so much."
"How do you figure that?"
"You're still Number Three in our class for ritual order, and crones don't count. That makes you number three in the entire house.", I replied.