Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2017 23:28:17 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dionysius chapter 7

				 DIONYSIUS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


Copyright 2016


DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction.  Any similarities to any persons, living
or dead, are purely coincidental.  This story involves consensual sexual
activity between college students, both male and female, including bareback
sex, group sex and bisexual activity.  This story also has drug and alcohol
use.  If this is not your cup of tea, don't read it.  If it is, enjoy.


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				   SEVEN

	Cass barely stirred when Dylan got up for his morning run on
Sunday.  He did it every morning religiously.  Cass preferred to sleep in
and do his miles on the treadmill at the UC but he suspected that this was
his roommates alone time.  Cass didn't begrudge him that.  They were
literally living on top of each other.  He had to admit that the miles had
paid off for Dylan.  He wasn't carrying a single unnecessary pound on his
frame.  The kid was cute in a slightly geeky sort of way, great bone
structure and full red lips. With a decent haircut, he could model.  Cass
had kind of hoped that Dylan was getting ready to come out now that he
seemed to have taken a break from religion.  As he tried to linger in bed
for a little longer, Cass wondered about the amount of psychic toll that
the kid had all ready been under to get where he is at now.  Something had
happened, more than drinking a beer and smoking a bowl, to make him want to
take time off from church.  Maybe it was Alex's influence.  At first, he
had thought that Alex was just being mean, fucking with him just to be
fucking with him, but so far it seemed like an improvement to him.
Yesterday, while high, was the first time that Cass had heard his roommate
laugh since they moved in together.

	Dylan got back and showered, teased him for being lazy and got his
books to go to the library to study, all before Cass actually made it out
of bed.  Reluctantly, he went down the hall to shower since he had an 11
o'clock date with the Lord.  Inwardly, he regarded this task as just silly.
Religion, after all, had played no role in his life at all.  His mother had
pinged unpredictably between Buddhism, New Age and the latest
televangelist, going from one enthusiasm to another with rapid cycling.
None of those had made a mark on him, except possibly Buddhism and then
only as a cultural thing.  He tended to discount everything his mother did
as a product of her craziness, a sometimes rapid cycling bipolar.  His
father was a nominal Catholic.  He was Catholic enough that the children
had been baptized and Catholic enough that his brother Dex had been made to
start catechism class when the time came.  He was nominal enough that he
hadn't noticed when Dex stopped going.  By the time First Communion would
have been an issue for Cass, his parents had divorced and it was never
mentioned.  When he turned 18, his dad started sending him the checks for
school directly to him, bypassing his mother.

	There is a Methodist Church just across the street from Willingham,
across from the Alumni House and the southeastern corner of Napier Park.
There once was a Baptist Church on campus.  Back in the early 60's,
Willingham had voluntarily integrated by admitting a Nigerian ministerial
student that had been converted by missionaries.  The congregation had
refused to allow him to attend services so the University kicked them off
campus and took over the building.  It now housed the Theatre department.
Cass wasn't sure of the difference between Protestant and Catholic, what he
had learned in school seemed like pointless nitpicking, much less the
difference between Baptist and Methodist.  But one church seemed as good as
another to go toasted and Centennial Methodist was the path of least
resistance.

	He dressed in his sport coat and knotted a tie before sitting down
to smoke a bowl.  That one left him pleasantly buzzed so he smoked another
to get good and high.  Since he didn't own a Bible and vaguely thought he
ought to have one when he entered, he made a half-hearted effort to find
Dylan's.  It wasn't in his desk drawer and he didn't want to rifle through
his personal stuff, so he dropped it and wandered out to church.  Probably
because of the pot, he mistimed it. They were all ready singing a hymn when
he got there.  If he could have, he would have just turned around and left
but instead he ducked inside the large auditorium and found a seat on the
outside of pew about a third of the way down.  He sank into the cushioned
seat and tried to ignore the solid citizens around him in their Sunday
finery.

	The service itself was imponderably boring.  They sang some songs
that he didn't know, passed a plate for money which he didn't give and then
settled down for the sermon, which is like a lecture in school but without
the possibility of it ever being interesting.  The text was from
Corinthians and the ostensible topic was being a stumbling block to your
brother.  Apparently, there was an ancient dispute in the church about
whether you could eat meat from an animal sacrificed to an idol.  It was
typical of the kind of minor quibbling that Cass associated with
Christianity.  Why should anybody care?  It was like the nut cases that
protested funerals of soldiers with `God hates Fags' signs.  The soldiers
weren't fags in any event.  But they died for a country that allows
homosexuality, they argue. It was total bullshit to Cass.  Who I fuck is
nobody's business, except the person I'm fucking, he thought.  Why base
your whole belief system on what makes my dick hard?  He had to admit that
his thoughts were wandering and he wasn't paying attention and he tried to
refocus.  It was tough.  He kept talking about the sacrificed meat and that
reminded him that he could sure go for a hamburger right now.  He had the
munchies bad.  Or a Reese's cup.  Frozen, of course.  That would be really
good right now.

	Finally, at long last, it was over.  What a total fucking waste of
my time, Cass thought.  It definitely ruined a good buzz.  They prayed to
their non-existing God and everybody got up to go on with their secular
lives having satisfied whatever psychological flaw there is in people
making them think that there is a divine.  Lazily, he got up and headed
out.  In the mash of people, crowding the door shake hands with the
Minister, Cass was surprised to see Dave.

	"You too?" Cass asked him.  He looked like he even more stoned than
Cass was.

	"Yeah.  Loads of fun."

	"I feel ya" Cass replied.  "I'm in the mood for steak, something
meaty"

	"Sounds good" Dave answered.

	They were able to get past the Minister without having to shake his
hand and were home free, almost.  But Chip, their RA, was leaning against
one of the thick white stone pillars supporting the façade of the
church, looking at them as they left. Cass didn't know him that well, just
from the two hall meetings and a couple of brief conversations.  Still, he
had a pretty positive impression of Chip, who seemed like a pretty cool guy
for an RA.  He knew he had busted the muscle twins, Ryan and Joe, for a
noise violation when they were tag teaming a screamer.  It was hall legend.
Chip had swept it under the rug and they got off with a warning.  The
general consensus on 2 Reade was that if it wasn't too obvious and nobody
really complained, you were left alone to do your thing.  Cass remembered
that Chip had told them at the first hall meeting on move in day that each
roommate pair needed to work out a system for sexile, how you handled one
roommate getting laid and what the other roommate had to do.  He and Dylan
hadn't because Dylan had made it clear that he wasn't getting laid.  He was
a virgin.

	"You two look pretty red eyed.  The sermon moved you to tears?"
Chip said as they approached.

	"Yeah, something like that" Dave muttered.

	Chip fell in with them to cross the street back to campus.  Some
girls broke off toward MEP, the large women's dorm, actually a complex of
three dorms.  They crossed College toward the quad alone.  "Cause you know,
I've smelled what smells like marijuana from that end of the hall.  Some
this morning, some yesterday.  You know anything about that?"

	"Really couldn't say, Chip" Cass answered.

	"Personally, if I go to a barnyard, I expect to smell manure, you
know what I mean? But there are some keen, sensitive noses on 2 Reade.  So,
if somebody were breaking their Residence Life contract, violating the
Student Conduct Code, Federal and State law, they probably ought to be more
careful, especially if their roommate is a Presidential Scholar with dreams
of leading the Southern Baptist Convention."

	"I hear you, Chip" Cass said.

	"Okay, word to the wise.  Have fun, guys." Chip said, turning away
from them toward the Co-op.

	They walked on toward the hall.  "So, you think he's going to bust
us?" Cass asked Dave.

	Dave shrugged and shook his head.  "I don't think so.  But it
reminds me, I've been meaning to talk to you.  I need your help with
something."

	"Sure, what?"

	Dave stopped under the breeze way that connects Reade with Reynolds
hall.  Since Reynolds is the Business Office and the first floor of Reade
is Financial Aid, with the dorms being on the second and third floor, the
area was pretty much deserted on Sunday.  He backed into a corner out of
the way of foot traffic coming from Nottingham, the big sophomore co-ed
dorm.  "I have this thing I need to do, sort of a project.  There is a
deadline too: two weeks from last Friday. "

	Cass arched his eyebrows.  "Okay" he said.

	"I could do something really easy, just set up a camera and go but
the people that want it, I think they're looking for something more,
understand?  I think maybe you and me are in the same boat and we could
help each other out."

	"If it's a video project, then I think we are" Cass said.  "Do you
think that this is something we all have to do?"

	"I'm pretty sure.  It's kind of weird but it's something my dad
said leads me to think that it is something of a tradition.  Sort of the
nastier, the better."

	"Your dad?" Cass stuttered.

	"Yeah," Dave smiled shyly.  He shrugged the kind of adolescent
shrug that could mean anything.  "It's pretty fucked up but par for the
course.  I was thinking we needed a third person to make it work,
preferably a girl."

	"Okay," Cass said, "Got that covered.  There's a girl I did,
Nicole, she's most likely in the same boat as us.  If she isn't a pledge
then they don't know what they're doing.  Actually, me and your friend Jeb
both did her."

	"Yeah, I'm 99% sure that Jeb is a member all ready."

	"So how many of us do you think there are?"  Cass asked him.

	"7" Dave asked.  "I got it from my dad.  I called him after I
interviewed.  He said that in the 80's when he was member, it was 7 at a
time. There are 7 tasks so I don't think they would change the number of
pledges.  You, me, the twins, Carlos and this girl from his same school,
Maria: that's 6.  Your chick would be 7."

	"And all the guys live on 2 Reade.  Coincidence?"

	"I doubt it." Dave said.  "They seem to know what they are doing."

	"I'm definite about Nicole.  At the party, her and the Maria chick,
were on some lesbian gangbang task.  I'll ask her, even if she all ready
done one, she's up for anything."

	"If you haven't figured it out yet, Dude, we're all up for
anything.  That's why they picked us.  That's why they didn't pick Mark.
He parties harder than anybody I've ever known but he's totally straight,
or so he says.  His dad is military and pretty homophobic.  Plus, honestly,
he's not good looking enough.  Kind of sucks for him.  The whole reason we
both came here was this. It's not like the soccer team is that great.  Of
course, this is the only offer I got for soccer.  We were going to do it
together, you know.  We'd get fucked up together with my dad and he would
tell us stories.  He downplayed the guy on guy aspect but he knew I prefer
guys anyway so that wasn't an issue for me.  They interviewed Mark, but
they didn't have him jack off. They passed as soon as he started in about
being totally straight, which is totally fucking stupid because he doesn't
mind a blowjob from a guy so it's not like he's totally straight.  Oh well,
fuck it.  I'm having the time of my life and he can be jealous all he
wants.  I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one that copped you to Chip,
by the way. "

	"Thanks for the warning." Cass said.

	"I'm asking Carlos too. Four would be better.  Plus, I've wanted to
hook up with both of you."

	"Okay, cool."

	He felt better sine the porno thing seemed to be on its way to
being resolved.  That would complete his tasks.  He got a bite to eat and
even managed to study some before lacrosse practice.  He was getting used
to being a long stick middle and beginning to enjoy it some, which was a
surprise.  Since it was a club team, the skill level of the players was
uneven.  Most had gone to schools that played varsity lax in metro Atlanta
and other places, mostly pretty good leagues.  Some, like him and Alex,
were total lax junkies, having played since youth leagues as four footers.
Others were relative newcomers.  Cass knew that he didn't really have the
speed or the quickness to be a division I player so club level was good for
him.  He loved the game and wanted to continue to play as long as he could
against fairly even competition.  Alex, though, was good. Good enough to
play Division 1, maybe start but more likely a role player but he wasn't
big enough to be a face off specialist. Besides, he was good enough to
play.  Cass would be more likely to be a FOGO, face off and go.  The last
couple of practices, when they scrimmaged, he and Alex were on opposite
teams.  Just like in high school, Alex fancied himself a shooting middie
but Cass, for some reason, had his number.  Alex just had trouble dodging
him and when he did, a stick check would fuck him up.  Cass was making him
look bad and he thought it was funny.  Alex, though, got frustrated and
laid him out with a wicked, and illegal, body check.  Cass came off the
ground ready for blood.  A couple of guys held them apart.

	"Fuck you, Alex. You piece of shit.  I'll tear your fucking head
off" Cass screamed.

	Alex threw up his hands.  "You're man up for 1 minute.  Quit being
a pussy.  No place for tears in lax, dude."

	"Fuck you" he screamed. He was so enraged that when he got a pass
on the wing that he should have passed on to an attack man, he took the
shot instead.  It sailed high.  That made him angrier, the difficulty
shooting with a long stick as opposed to his regular short stick.  His guy
complained to him as he ran around him that it was his shot.  Cass shot
back that he was out of position, which wasn't true but the guy didn't
really have a shot.  A second time Cass got the pass and should passed
himself but didn't.  This time it went in high to low, sailing past the
goalies knee.

	His minute up, Alex raced past him.  "You're better when you're not
pissed."

	By the time the scrimmage was over, it was forgotten.  Alex walked
with him toward the Business School from the intramural field, fondly
remembering the body check.  He also had laid Cass out on a loose ball but
that was a legal hit.  Cass had to laugh at him because he was being such a
little boy about it.  They made it to the UC and went inside for smoothie.
Sitting at the food court, Alex grilled about school, of all things.  Cass
promised him that all was well.  He managed to stay caught up in FYS,
Scientific Concepts was a breeze and so was Calculus.  He planned on being
a chemistry major and he just had a natural gift for science and math.
History was his only weak subject and that was because he found it boring.
He'd have to see at mid term, but he thought he was all right.

	"And Dylan?" Alex asked.

	"Shit" Cass snorted.  "He's so far ahead, he's working on his
Spring classes.  He's a walking curve buster. What do you care?"

	"I like him"

	"Seriously?"

	"Seriously.  He's sexy and he's smart and I like smart guys.  I
like girls that are stupid and slutty and guys that are smart and
interesting."

	"He is definitely in the closet, Alex. Deep in the closet." Cass
reminded him.

	"I don't think he will be for long. He's making progress.  I just
don't want his first time to be with you. No offense."

	Cass shook his head.  "At best, we're just friends and barely that.
He's the kind when he does for the first time, it'll be for love, not a
quick score."

	"To tell you the truth, I don't have a problem with that.  It would
be nice waking up to the same person every morning.  I'd miss the pussy but
maybe we could work something out, you never know.  Plus, I have a feeling
that he ever does cut loose, he's going to have a really wild spell for a
while.  I don't know, maybe it's not going to go anywhere but I want to
see."

	Cass laughed and shook his head.  "I never really pictured you as
the settling down type."

	Alex shrugged.  "I lost my virginity at 10, dude.  I broke the
century mark by my 17th birthday.  I'm 19 ½ and it's pushing 200.  I've
done everything there is to do, or at least everything I wanted to do. Not
just sex but partying too.  But I've never had an actual, honest to God,
significant other.  Might be nice to try."

	Cass's opinion was that Alex could look for love all he wanted.
The problem was that he was a predator and predators don't marry their
prey.  He couldn't condemn him.  Everybody wants something, usually
something that've never had.  Cass just didn't see it happening, not with
Dylan at least.  Of course, it was all academic at this point because Dylan
wasn't even out yet.

	One sign of their growing friendship was that Cass and Dylan had
dinner together that Sunday night.  It was with a group of people at the
pizza place in the Village on Tattnall Street, a university owned
shopping/eating/living area on the western edge of campus.  It was a
BearCard location so the pizza got charged to the meal plan.  Dave and Mark
were there and few other guys from the hall with a couple of girls tagging
along.  The walk back to the dorm took barely five minutes but Dave made
his way over.  He wanted to know if he had talked to Nicole.  Cass had to
admit that he hadn't but promised to call her.  He hung around outside
while the others went in so he could call her.  He didn't tell her much on
the phone but did arrange for her to meet up with them on Monday.

	Cass headed over to the UC to work out after History class on
Monday.  Dave joined him soon after and both of them exercised, waiting for
Nicole to get out of class.  When Dave explained his idea to her, Nicole
was more than willing.  Dave had a high quality video camera but his idea
was pretty straightforward: one would film while the other two fucked and
they would switch off. Nicole had a better plan.  First of all, they would
do it in the shower, the communal shower on 2 Reade.  That gave it a danger
element.  Secondly, they would constantly switch out.  First boy-girl, then
switch the boy, and then boy-boy and back again.  Cass had a practical
problem with it even though her version would be very hot.  If it was done
in the shower, they would need to do it late enough that nobody was likely
to be going into the bathroom and they would need a look out.  Dave had
that covered.  Carlos had all ready made his video and didn't want to be in
another one particularly but was willing to help.  He could be the look
out.

	It took some arranging but it looked like Wednesday night was the
best night.  It couldn't wait until the weekend because all of them had the
FYS trip.  Everybody's Thursday classes started late enough that they could
still get some sleep.  The plan was to film at 1 AM and be done by 2 AM.
Dave had a 9 AM class but the rest didn't start until 10.  They hung around
the co-op until it closed at 1 and then headed the few hundred yards back
to Reade.  It was a quiet mid week night and only a few lights were on the
second and third floor of Reade Hall.  There wasn't any real noise and the
night was still. None of the three of them talked as they walked over.
Cass swiped his card for access and they sprinted up the stairs to the
dorm.  Carlos's room was almost directly across from the showers and Dave
knocked quietly. When Carlos answered, he jerked his head toward the shower
and Carlos followed him.

	"What kind of signal do you want me to give?" Carlos asked.

	Cass and Dave looked at each other quizzically.  They hadn't
discussed that.  "How about `oh shit somebody is coming'?" Cass said.

	"Yeah well, don't take all night" Carlos said, propping up against
a corner outside of the small changing area.

	Dave was prepared.  He had the camera in his book bag and some
towels for them.  They began to disrobe and put their clothes on the hooks
that usually held the guys robes.  Dave held the camera up and made sure
the light was right.  Cass turned on the water, making sure it was hot
enough to be tolerable but not so hot it would steam up the camera.  Dave
filmed as Cass began to stroke Nicole's nubile body.  With her in front of
him, he ran his hands up her front, pausing to cup her breasts.  Dave
followed it with the lens, taking time to photograph her erect nipples.
Then he panned down toward Cass's semihard cock, poking out between them.
Cass was kissing her neck and squeezing her tits.  Nicole reached back and
began to tongue his mouth.  Dave was hard too, just watching them.

	Nicole turned and began to lick Cass's tight torso as the warm
water beat down on him.  She fell to her knees and began to lick his balls.
From Cass's vantage point, he could see Carlos and he was watching them
more than he was watching the door.  Some lookout, he thought, but the
audience and the camera was turning him on.  What Nicole was doing helped
that too.  She really was an amazing fellatio artist.  He could only guess
at how many guys she had gone down on before.  Not that it mattered.  She
sucked his balls as he tweaked his own nipple to enhance the pleasure.
Dave was kneeling down so that he was at eye level for Nicole sucking him.
He was stroking himself as he filmed.

	Cass reached out for the camera and Dave handed it to him.  For a
minute, he filmed POV as Nicole continued to suck.  Her long red hair was
plastered down by the water flowing.  Then she moved off of him and took
Dave.  Cass filmed down his stunning body.  It was the perfect specimen of
18.  His pects were just the right size to know that he worked and were
defined.  His abs and lats were totally cut.  So far, his curly brown hair
had stayed dry. Nicole was working on his swollen prick, which was about 6
incher and fairly thick.  He had just the right amount of pubic hair.  They
were a pair of beautiful people.  Dave put his hand on his bubble butt ass,
in a porn star move.  Cass moved around and filmed in close.  He did notice
that Dave had a tattoo that he didn't expect on his back: a Celtic cross.

	Dave stood her up and then lifted her up onto his shoulders so he
could get her pussy.  For a basically gay guy, Dave was going at it good.
But it was hard to film.  Cass positioned himself so that her bucking ass
was in the frame and then panned down to Dave's hard, twitching penis,
capturing his taut muscles as he held her up.

	"Oh, yeah. That's it, that's good" she moaned.

	Cass got in as close as he could to film tongue in vagina and
really couldn't quite get it.  He let him eat her out for a while before
clicking off the camera and suggesting a change.  Dave let Nicole down and
she took the camera so Cass could get at Dave's pride.  He wanted that
dick.  The water beating down him was distracting but he kept himself on
task mostly.  He licked the underside of Dave's shaft and then took him in
deep, pulling off and masturbating him with one hand.  He sucked and licked
and massaged as Dave groaned.  Cass put his hands on Dave's perfect V line
and ran his hands all over his hard, tight body.  Dave pulled him up and
kissed him before sinking to his knees and sucking Cass.  Looked at Nicole,
naked and filming, fingering herself with her free hand made him almost
want to cream.  God, she's hot, Cass thought.  Then he was aware that he
was looking at the camera too much, a porn no-no.

	Since they all had received oral sex, it was time to fuck.  Cass
went first.  She had to get on the floor, back arched for him to mount her
doggy style.  He slid into her bareback.  As he fucked, he was aware of
Dave moving from position to position to capture all angles of the action.
He even got behind Cass to film the penetration that way.  Cass fucked her
hard enough that her tits flopped.  She was grunting and moaning some but
was less vocal than last time.  They knew they needed to be quiet.  When he
felt it beginning to come, he nodded at Dave, pulled out and Nicole fell
into a seated position with her jaw upward.  Dave was in position to
capture him shoot his wad all over her face and mouth.

	Dave was very horny by this point.  He picked her up, leaned her
against the wall and fucked the shit out of her.  Cass got underneath them
to film the penetration from the underside.  Dave was going to town on her
hairless pussy.  Nicole was biting her tongue to keep from being too loud
as she came.  Dave was savage and then signaled that he was ready.  Cass
handed him the camera, sank to his knees and let Dave film himself shooting
off into Cass's mouth.

	They hurriedly dried and dressed, aware that they were pushing
their luck.  Carlos had stepped into the changing area and was in the back
corner, putting the camera away in Dave's book bag.  Cass and Nicole were
walking out of the changing area when Adams walked in.  He was going to
piss apparently.  Although they were dressed, they were caught.  He could
see all three of them, but not Carlos, and their hair was wet.  Adams was
one of those that Cass would have preferred not to walk in.  A lot of guys
would have laughed it off or congratulated them. Adams was a geek who
didn't like jocks and had no sex life of his own.

	"Um, hey, what's up, Adams?" Cass said as casually as possible.

	"What are you guys up to?"

	"Yeah, not much." Cass said.

	"Yeah, I can see that"

	"Okay, right.  See ya later" Cass said.

	Adams rounded the wall for the urinals and Cass signaled Carlos to
leave.  He ducked out and went across the hall and into his room before
Adams could finish pissing.  Cass decided the thing to do was to move
slowly and not act like anything was wrong.  They walked Nicole back to her
dorm.  On the way back, Cass and Dave debated whether Adams would actually
turn them in or not.  When they got back, the answer was clear.  Chip was
standing outside his door, with a case of bed hair and looked very tired.

	"In my room, guys" Chip demanded.  It looked like Carlos had gotten
away clean but they were caught.  They had little option but to go into the
room.  Chip closed the door and told them to sit down.  Cass took the desk
chair, Dave the bed.  "Let me see the camera"

	They looked at each other.  Cass was pretty sure that Adams hadn't
seen the camera since they were all done and Carlos had packed it up.
"What camera?" Cass asked

	"The one in his goddamn book bag, asshole. Hand it over.  It's the
only task you have left and Dave didn't have a boy/boy/girl threesome as
one of his.  So, this is a porn video.  Hand it the fuck over."

	Dave handed him the bag. They looked at each other again.  It
answered whether all of them being on the same dorm floor was a coincidence
or not.  It wasn't.  Chip was a member.  Chip played the scene through the
view finder.

	There was a quiet knock on the door.  Chip got up and answered it.
It was Alex.

	"Let's see the camera" he said.  Chip grabbed and handed it to him.

	"She shouldn't shave her pubes. That flaming red hair would be
sexy," Chip said, handing the camera back.  "Well, it was pretty fucking
stupid.  If that little shit had walked in 15 minutes before and actually
caught you doing it, you'd be fucking toast."

	"Sorry," Dave said.

	"You're not fucking sorry, you're relieved you're not going down.
Up until now, you two have been pretty smart about how you do things.  Did
you even have a look out?"  Alex asked

	"Carlos" Cass said.  "He got out without Adams seeing him, I
think."

	"He did," Chip said.  "Asswhipe is the type of little shit that
won't leave things alone, though.  In the morning, you two are going to act
like you're really scared. Cass, make a pitch to Adams' roommate to try and
get him to back off the story.  Tell him that you and Dave are going to
have to go to Judicial Council.  Make it seem like you're covering for the
girl.  I'll have him in to do the paperwork on the complaint tomorrow."

	"Are you going to actually turn us in?" Dave asked.

	"You need to trust us, stupid.  And do exactly what you are told,"
Alex said. "We're going through the motions so Adams doesn't go up the line
on it.  You don't think this the first time in the 79 year history of
Dionysus we have had to cover things up, do you?"

	"Oh, and this is important, don't threaten him in any way.  You're
scared and you're sorry.  If you do talk with him, be apologetic.  You can
appeal to him guy to guy but he won't buy that.  Is either of your
roommates going to be a problem in this?" Chip asked.

	"No" Dave said.

	Cass had to think.  Dylan might.  On the surface, he might would
seem to be a lot like Adams.  But Cass thought he had the honor of the
schoolyard: don't rat out another kid.  "No, I don't think so" Cass
answered.