Weighing your options

You lie on you back in bed in you dorm room, staring at the ceiling. Twenty-four hours. After that they would want a answer. Looking at the clock you realize that it is now more like 19 or 20 hours. If you decide to be the stud, and date Heidi at the same time it would be convenient to have both an emotional relationship and a sexual relationship. However, if Heidi ever found out... but then again you can’t tell anyone anyhow. There is the matter of those house parties every second Friday... or was that Saturday?

All the rules were given to you so fast, they are starting to run together in your head. You’ll need to ask one of the girls to go over them again sometime, just in case. Maybe they have them written down somewhere? No, they are so secretive about this, they wouldn’t risk this getting out. They only told you because they want you as a stud, and they did threaten you with... um... well they threatened you if you tell.

Your mind is drifting off the subject. Do you join? Yes or no? If you join do you still try for Heidi? If you don't join, can you survive the lack a sex while you date Heidi? The more you think about it the more you like the idea of countless women (Okay, sixty women) to have sex with. No worries, no regrets, no risks, so long as you obey the rules.

That just leaves the question of Heidi. You really like her. You want to get more serious with her than you are now. What's more, you know that she’s available. She's dumped every guy who tries to get farther that a good night kiss. Besides what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

As if beckoned by your thoughts, you hear a knock at your door. "John? Are you still up?" It’s Heidi! "If you're up I'd like to talk."

"Just a minute!" you tell her. Opening the door, you are greeted by the vision of a goddess. Her long brown hair flowing down to just above her butt. Her deep green eyes that seem to take you to a far-off place. Her 38-D cup chest that so many have longed for. Her waist, not super-model thin, but not at all fat. Her legs are long and slender from her time on the swim team. Her hot, sexy body is covered by some rather un-sexy clothes, however: a very conservative beige sweater vest, over a plain white blouse. Her plaid skirt reaches almost to the floor. Every bit of her is prim and proper. She even wears a Saint Mary's medal.

"John?" she asks. "I'm glad you’re still up. I need some inside advice."

"What's up?"

"Well, I just got off the phone with my mom, and she was telling me that it would really help me if I joined a sorority associated with my future career. My problem is I don't know if I want to go for Education, or Foreign Language Studies."

"What does that have to do with me?" you ask. “I think you’ll do just great in either one.”

"But you've been to more than a few sorority parties," she explains. "I need to know which one seems most influential in both fields. I'm considering, Omicron Theta Delta, Sigma Beta Gamma, and Alpha Pi Omega. You've been around some of these girls, who do you think will help me the most?"

Well, the Alpha Pi Omega option would definitely help you the most! Still, would that really be such a good idea? What if she freaks over their "House Stud" deal and blames it on you?