The Gammas

"We got 'em!" said Amanda Windstrom as she skipped into the living room of the Gamma Phi Omega house.

"What are you talking about?" asked Morgan Van Hoose, the president of the sorority as she lounged on the couch half watching a reality modeling show while texting on her phone.

"The Alpha Deltas!" said Amanda. "We got the goods on them!"

Morgan sat up straight. "What do you have? We need to take those bitches down!"

"This is much better than what they did to us," said Amanda. "I mean..."

"Do NOT talk of that!" said Morgan. Thinking back to the time the Omega's somehow put laxatives in the punch the Alpha's were having during their mother-daughter night.

"Trust me," said Amanda. "We can end them!" She plopped down next to Morgan on the couch and took her phone out of her back pocket. She showed Morgan a photo on it.

"Holy shit!" said Morgan. "They hazed their pledges! Where did you get this?"

"You know people these days take photos of everything. Well, one of the Alpha's took this, got drunk, and one of the freshman got her phone and sent the photo to her phone. We were friends in high school. She sent it to me as a way to get back for her humiliation."

"Yep, and humiliated them too, and we have proof! "That can get their fucking house shut down for good!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" said Morgan. "That's too easy. We need to be smart about this. We hold the fate of their fucking cunts over the fire with this!" she said tapping on the screen of Amanda's phone.

"****?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow.

Morgan winked.