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The afternoon started as usual for me; finish classes, wrangle up the boys, grab a six pack and see what the night holds. That night there would be a frat party to attend. While I never had an interest in joining the brotherhood, I did see the allure of their parties. So, when Aaron extended an invitation, I said yes. The frat house smelled of cheap beer and urine and yet there were women inside, attractive women. “Check out the one in the red,” I said to Aaron, “do you know her?” “No, but I do know her friend. Let’s go. Like any good wingma...