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Sorority Initiation Spy
by JRob
My sister Debbie could talk her way out of just about any predicament.
Cute, precocious, innocent, Debbie had an arsenal of effective
weapons.
She could smile, bat an eyelash, tuck her skirt a bit higher and flirt
with the best of them. She could kill with kindness when she had to,
and
when all else failed, turn on the syrupy sweet charm that could melt
men's
hearts and turn them into putty.
Being a couple years younger than she, I watched her learn her craft
through her high school years, then excel at in her collegiate days.
She had my parents wrapped around her fingertips, her teachers too. By
the
look of her grades at the University, she apparently had her way with
the
professors, and the fact that she was named Homecoming Queen and
student
government in her sophomore year let me know that none of her charisma
had
worn off as she had gotten older.
I had the good fortune of trailing my big sister at the University,
and
have to admit she steered me to the right teachers and classes.
Everyone
knew pretty Debbie, and being her little brother helped in
non-scholastic
ways too --- it got me laid.
But I am ahead of myself.
As popular as Debbie was, I was just the opposite. I was shy
throughout my
high school years, never even getting the nerve to ask a girl for a
date
until late in my senior year. That near disaster, prissy Mary Ann
Constantino was a match made by our mothers for the senior prom, was
made
good only when after an unbelievable several hours of misery and pain
in
the decked out gymnasium we gave up on all pretenses of a romantic
evening
and changed into our knock around clothes and stealth down to the
lake.
There, while other couples were making out, we sat and skipped rocks
and
spoke of sports, school and the weather all the while suffering
through
long periods of quiet.
When I dropped her off at home before our extended curfew of 2 a.m., I
felt I had wasted an evening. The conversation was merely nice, like
talking with your sister about the weather. We never made it into the
backseat for any groping, nor did we embrace in the front seat. Heck,
at
the end of the night I barely got a good night peck on the cheek. What
hurt worse was that several of my friends disclosed to me that Mary
Ann
had been bad-mouthing me to several of her girlfriends, going so far
as to
say I couldn't even get it up for her that fateful night. The gall of
the
girl, she had a force field around her that night which kept my hands
away
from her. I didn't even have a light case of blue balls.
Like I said, it was a disaster. Why she had to make it worse by
trashing
me I didn't know, but there wasn't much I could do about it after the
fact. Needless to say, Mary Ann didn't get a call for a date from me
again
and I insisted my mother stay out of my dating life.
My sister consoled me, telling me that Mary Ann was merely a mistake,
a
pothole in the garden of love. Her words soothed me, but it wasn't
easy
getting over the bards of my friends who rode me mercilessly on my
disastrous prom affair. I could swear some girls looked at me as if I
was
a geek or pervert or something.
Life went on. I changed the style of my hair, bought some new clothes,
and
even learned a few jokes, complete with punch lines. Nothing seemed to
work.
Everyone said there were other fish in the sea, so I plowed on in the
love
department. The closest I came to sampling a woman's favors came that
summer when I dated a girl with a "reputation". Lisa Marie was known
around the guys in my class as an E-Z lay. Several guys openly spoke
of
bedding her, while others intimated they had. Somehow I got the
courage to
ask her out, and we had several nice movie dates. On the third date I
got
the nerve to kiss her, and it was fantastic. Her lips were soft, and I
held her tight mashing my face against hers. But somewhere between
kissing
her perfect lips and attempting to go a little further, my hands and
plans
were derailed.
"I'm not that kind of girl," said the girl known around the schoolyard
as
a slut. "Stop!"
My hand had barely copped a quick feel of a sweater-covered breast
when
her words stopped me in my tracks. No meant no, and I pulled back to
my
side of the front car seat. I begged and pleaded but no fire was
kindled.
Shot down by the loosest girl in my class.
If you had taken a poll the following Monday, most would have assumed
I
had scored that night, and I said nothing to dispel the thought, but
of
course I knew the truth.
Debbie knew it wasn't the case. My sister sympathized with my plight,
giving me encouragement, telling me it wasn't about sex but love. The
right girl would come along and the sexual escapades would follow.
Easy
for her to say, she was Ms. Popular and had the pick of the litter of
college guys while I couldn't even find leftover girls who couldn't
beg
for a date.
Still, she would support me when I was down, lifting my spirits.
At State I, at Debbie's insistence, joined several clubs, as she felt
my
interacting with girls would lead to something. But if anything, it
sent
me the other direction as none of the girls who interested me were at
all
interested in me. Truth be told, I was still a bit geeky, lacked
confidence, and just didn't carry a conversation.
I poured myself into classes, and did carry good grades that first
semester. I'd go to a few mixers, a couple frat parties, and I
actually
did get a little bit better with my interactions with the fairer set.
Still, no girly action, just a self-sympathetic reaction.
Sitting in the cavernous student union, I'd people watch, and
invariably
would notice guys and girls sitting together, joking, studying and so
forth. Some would hold hands, some kiss, and I'd gaze on with envy
when a
guy or girl would pat her partner on the butt or swing into a hug on
their
way out of the building. One day.
Student mixers weren't much better, I'd asked a few girls to dance and
actually spazed my way round the dance floor with some, but nothing
came
of it.
Debbie laughed at my predicament. "Ah, come on Jon, it's not the end
of
the world."
"Sis, couldn't you fix me up with someone?" I begged.
"We'll see, we'll see," she'd reply, shaking her pretty head, but
nothing
seemed to come of it.
My sexual activities included reading passed on Hustlers and Penthouse
magazine, with an occasional Friday night blue movie at the x-rated
theater in Danville, a town about 15 miles away. A couple times I
spied
young lovers making out down at Lover's Point, an out of the way spot
where kids parked. Several times, from a secluded spot just yards
away, I
spied a young woman giving head to her beau, and once actually saw a
couple having sex in the back seat of a Toyota Camry.
Then came the call.
"Hey, sluggo, you heading home for the weekend?"
It was Debbie. Her voice was more syrupy than usual, leading me to
believe
she was up to something. As she continued, I quickly realized she was.
"If you are around town I'd like you to help out in some of the
sorority
initiation activities. Are you game?"
I asked if it involved me dressing up in a stupid costume, or being
made
fun of, or other embarrassing task.
"Nope," she said with a laugh. "I guarantee you'll love it. Who knows,
it
could be a lot of fun and a little exciting too!"
"What do you mean?" I quizzed?
"Friday night, 10 p.m., meet me at the back door of the Ti house."
Why not? Heck, I had nothing better to do. It would give me some time
to
study and who knows, it just might be fun.
Over the rest of the week I wondered what evil Debbie had thought up
for
her potential new "sisters". Probably putting them in some
embarrassing
position, one which she couldn't trust just any guy with
participating.
She knew I'd keep my mouth quiet to the death.
Just before 10 on Friday night I approached the back of the Ti House,
and
seconds later Debbie appeared. "You're on time! Way to go, Bro."
I smiled at Debbie's attempt at poetry. She looked a bit different,
wearing pants, a white men's shirt, and a baseball cap. Heck, she
looked
more like a guy than a girl.
"Part of the costume, you like?" she asked, twirling in the shadows of
the
building.
"Uh, it's not you," I replied, "but whatever lights your match."
Debbie waved me into the old Victorian house. We scooted down a
hallway,
hearing some sort of mood music in the living room, and went down to
the
barely lit basement. There she un-hatched her diabolical plan. "It's
pretty simple, the potential sisters have all been grilled and quizzed
on
why they want to join our sorority, and they've had every bit of their
lives scrutinized by the counsel. It's amazing how open they can be
when
under the gun.
"Your job is to join me down here and do what the girls ask. Each has
been
given an assignment, like going up to a guy and ask for his underwear,
or
to yell out stupid statements at town square, or to perform some
juvenile
prank at the mall. The other sisters will be working with those girls,
ensuring they are up to the task, while you and I will be the leaders
here
for three of the problematic girls. These two are prissy, girls with
an
attitude, who I'm not sure deserve to be in our sorority. Each is
sitting
in a different room upstairs, and each will be given an envelope of an
assignment they are to complete as their last facet of the
initiation."
I looked at my sister, thinking this could be fun. "So what can I do?"
"Listen carefully and do exactly as I say! Your job is to stay behind
the
boxes in the back of the room over there. Each of the girls will come
down
to the basement. I will lead them down here, I will be wearing a Mardi
Gras mask. The girls are to follow the script we've written for them.
Once
in the basement they will put on a blindfold, so they will not be able
to
identify you. But to be on the safe side here's a mask for you.it's a
former president you might remember. The one who was caught with his
fingers in the intern. You just do as they ask, nothing more. If they
say
jump, you jump. If they want a drink, get them one. Get the picture?"
Confused as to what kind of initiation this would be, I began to ask
Debbie what in the world she was talking about. She shushed me and
just
told me to simply do as the girls said and all would be well.
She twirled and made her way back up the stairs as I move to the back
of
the room behind the boxes. I moved things around so that I could stay
in
the shadows yet still see the women come down the stairs. Then,
looking to
the left, I could spy the desk and chair in the center of the room. A
bright ceiling light lit that area of the basement, but all of the
surrounding areas were in the shadows.
The wait seemed like an eternity. I could here music upstairs, a
little
bit of side clatter, but there was no activity in the basement for a
half
hour. I amused myself by reading through some old Cosmos and Brides
magazines, spending more time with the former than the latter.
Finally, I heard the creaky basement door open, and I made sure I was
secure in my hiding spot. I couldn't see anything for the longest of
time.
My curiosity was driving me nuts, but finally, through a small opening
in
the stacked boxes, I saw a young girl, holding a lit candle and
wearing a
long toga style robe slowly walking toward the small area where a
green
stuffed arm chair and a wooden desk stood. There was a pillow on the
desk,
and nothing else. The area was lighted by one powerful bulb, and the
girl
came to a stop in front of the desk.
She turned and faced Debbie, an unsure look upon her face.
"Oh sister, oh sister, I have come into this den to reflect on my
actions
of the week," the girl said in a practiced voice. "Thank you for your
concern about my behavior. This pledge week has been a learning
experience
for me."
The girl was about five feet, five inches tall, but the robe did not
reveal much about her body. She had long brown hair, with rosy cheeks.
Irish, most likely, and I bet she had a wonderful smile. But not this
day,
as her face was a bit flushed.
"Well, Erin, you have been a little bit, well, unhelpful this week."
My
sister was speaking to the girl as if she were a child who had been a
bit
contrary. "You know the rules. I will say no more. This is your final
test
for membership in our association. I hope you perform your role well."
The words, which were missing from the speech, were "or else" as it
was
clear young Erin would have to perform the predetermined duties well
or
she would not be admitted to the sorority.
I spied as the girl blew out the candle, placed it on the floor, then
reached over to the desk and put on a mask. She then tightly secured a
blindfold she pulled from somewhere within her robe and placed it
tightly
around her head, blinding her eyes. She felt around, ultimately
sitting
down into the armchair. With her eyes blinded, I stood and looked at
my
sister, who put a single finger in front of her lips to silence me.
Debbie walked to the corner and turned on a CD. It was some sort of
medieval melody, the kind you heard as background music on the History
Channel when Knights were sitting around a table or young damsels were
stroking their long blond hair. It was then I noticed the long wooden
paddle Debbie was holding in her hand. It was a sorority paddle that
the
pledges were required to carry around campus.
The quiet of the basement was ended when Erin cleared her throat, took
a
deep breath, and began to speak.
"Oh ladies of the house, a group I hope to call sisters, I have been
afoul
of many of your rules and regulations. I have spoken out of turn, and
I
have failed several of your assignments. But I am here to ask your
forgiveness. I am here to throw myself upon the mercy of your good
hearts.
I want to join this wonderful group, to be one of you."
She paused, words forming in her brain but not coming out of her
mouth. I
wondered where this was going, but it was fascinating being a voyeur
of
this ceremony.
"I have been bad," she quietly said in a voice just above a whisper.
"I
must be punished. I beg of you, please punish me and let me prove I am
worthy of membership."
Speech over, she uncomfortably stood. She reached out and felt the
desk,
moving toward it. She bent over the desk, placing her midsection on
the
pillow, then reached back and lifted the toga up her legs, thighs, and
bunched it around her midsection. She stood with only beige thong
panties
covering her behind.
"I have been bad," she repeated. "I must be punished. Please spank me.
Please make me pay for my indiscretions. I deserve 50 swats. Please,
sister, start the process which will heal me of my improper attitude
and
behavior."
My eyes bulged, as did another portion of my anatomy, as I observed
the
Kodak moment in front of me. The girl's ass was bared to Debbie, and
as I
silently moved around the boxes, to me as well.
Debbie waved me closer and I watched as she slowly rubbed the paddle
against Erin's perky white ass. This girl obviously worked out, as her
thighs were well formed and not an ounce of fat was on her 18-year-old
ass. The angle she was over the desk accentuated her butt, and it was
a
pleasure to observe.
"Please, sister, please spank me."
"If you insist," said a firm Debbie. "Don't forget to count, because I
might forget."
"Yes sister!"
Debbie moved to the side of the girl and moved the firm wooden paddle
horizontally away from objective. She then pulled it toward the ass,
striking it firmly in the middle of the virgin white ass.
The resultant swat was followed by a cry from the lips of young Erin.
"Ouch!"
"What did you say, pledge?"
A meek voice replied, "That's one, thank you sister."
"That's better, I don't think you want me to remind you again!"
"Yes, sister."
Debbie gazed intently at the girl, pausing for effect. Erin sort of
trembled, just one step along the way of 50 that undoubtedly would be
humbling and hurtful. I could swear her ass wiggled a bit before the
second, third, fourth and fifth swats from the paddle struck her
behind.
Erin began crying after the eighth swat, and her counting became more
like
begging. I could tell her butt was stinging as her hold on the sides
of
the table got more pronounced and her ass began reddening. The early
swats
started blood rushing toward her ass cheeks and soon they were a
bright
shade of crimson.
"That's 10," said Erin with what I assumed were tear stained eyes. The
blindfold kept any moisture from cascading down her face, but the
sniffles
and yelps of pain were there.
After 20 swats Debbie turned to me and mouthed that it was my turn! I
couldn't believe it. I was going to get a chance to spank the helpless
soon-to-be sorority sister with the cute but red ass.
As I stepped closer to the girl, paddle in hand, I spied her
defenseless
ass and got a peek at her pussy. She was a natural brown haired beauty
down there, and my already hard cock got harder as I observed her
wiggling
ass.
"Oh please, sister, 20 strokes of the paddle are not enough for my
insolence. Please spank me some more."
I willingly obliged, sending one, two, three and four slow, easy
strokes
against her ass. After each Erin counted, and hearing her passionate
cries
of pain was music to my ears. I am not a sadist. Heck, I had never
struck
a woman before. But the intense naughty behavior of spanking a co-ed
was
so very hot.
After 40 strokes I stopped, looking over at my sister. She was sitting
on
a box, watching intently. I began stroking Erin's ass, and she sort of
shook at my touch. Her ass was hot, red hot, and I knew she must be in
a
little pain.
"Sister, please continue," she uttered. Underneath that statement I
could
clearly hear the word "bitch!"
Insolent girl, I thought, and swatted her ass hard. It was the first
hard
spank I had given her. "I'm sorry," she cried.
I struck her ass again before she could count the first, so she would
be
receiving more than 50.
Swat!
"Thank you, that's 40."
Spank!
"Thank you, that's 41."
Debbie took over at 45 and I went back to my hiding place. When the
spanking was complete Erin lay over the desk for several minutes,
regaining her composure. She rubbed her pained ass, and soon stood up,
head bowed, and turned around. Her toga fell toward the ground, and
she
reached down to pull up her panties giving me my final glimpse of
tender,
prime, teenage pussy.
It took everything I had not to jerk off. Smartly, though, I kept
quiet as
the two girls marched back upstairs.
I was speechless at the spectacle, which was hotter than any of the
porno
flicks I'd seen from the Resident Assistant's special cabinet. My mind
wandered back toward the spanking, and how I had managed to control
myself
while still inflicting the required punishment. Then I heard the
upstairs
door open once more.
Again, a girl walked into sight wearing a white toga and carrying a
candle. Debbie was right behind, and I couldn't help but wonder if I
would
be spanking another young lass. This girl was a bit heavier, had short
red
hair, but there was no doubt about it. I realized that it was none
other
than the prissy Mary Ann Constantino, my high school prom date. She
appeared nervous as she stood in front of the desk and chair, but of
course she knew what was to happen next. I sat back and spied the two
as
they went through their ritual.
Then I spotted another person, a guy. I knew him, his name was
Richard,
and he was one of the guys who dated my sister. I had no idea what he
was
doing in the room. Still, the pre-set plan was in place and I observed
while the main participants in this sensual play interacted.
The room was still as the girl handed Debbie the candle, and my sister
blew it and sat it on the desk. "Mary Ann, are you ready to perform?"
The once holier than thou red-haired girl nodded her head.
"I am, sister, I am ready to open myself up to you. You are a wise
junior,
while I am a mere unworthy freshman. I know what you caught me doing
with
Richard, and it was wrong. I know that we were to keep our hands away
from
pleasuring ourselves during the Rush, and I surely knew the rules
about
messing around with a sister's boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. I
thought you two had broken up. I know different now, and I know I must
be
punished."
My sister nodded once again, and told Mary Ann to get on with her
penance.
I expected her to bend over the desk, but instead she sat down on the
armchair. Debbie moved away, again observing from a seat on a box.
Mary Ann reached down and lifted up her toga, revealing and then
demurely
removing blue cotton panties. She dropped them on the floor, and then
spread her legs wide over the arms of the chair, fully exposing her
snatch. Her pussy hair was tightly trimmed into a heart shaped design.
She
cautiously began opening the petals of her pussy lips.
"Sister Debbie, I'm sorry you caught be playing with my pussy in the
room
last week, and I thank you for not telling all of the sisters about my
transgressions," she slowly stated, as if reading from a prepared
script.
"Then you found out I slept with your boyfriend. I hope by doing this
and
other things in front of you I will have performed the proper penance
for
you to vote for my inclusion in this wonderful sorority."
Mary Ann began playing with her pussy, slowly at first, with fingers
dancing in the folds of her cunt. She became visibly excited after a
bit,
moisture emerging from her pulsing pussy. Her gentle touch brought
gasps
from Debbie and oohs and ahs from Richard. She fingered herself,
slowly at
first and then quicker, using one and then two fingers to excite her
cunt.
The girl was lost in her efforts, her face contorted and her thighs
trembling. I had never saw another person masturbating him or herself,
and
this was red-hot erotic.
My high school prom date turned college freshman worked on her pussy
with
vigor, her head back and eyes closed. Her fingers worked overtime and
soon
her midsection was nearly bouncing as she brought herself higher and
higher. Soon she reached her peak, and she groaned out loud orgasm.
Mary Ann calmed after her orgasm but her fingers never stopped playing
with her pussy. Her eyes opened, and she looked around the room at
Richard
and Debbie. Soon she had a pronouncement: "I need to be fucked!" she
said
with a groan. "I need a cock."
With that Richard walked over to her and dropped his pants. I couldn't
believe what I was seeing, but apparently this was part of the
performance. Mary Ann reached over and grabbed his lengthening dick,
stroked it, then began licking it from stem to stern. She kissed the
hard
cock, and then licked it some more. His hard cock was pulsing as it
jumped
at the girl's face. Mary Ann wantonly rubbed the dick all over her
lily-white face while still fingering her pussy.
She pushed the Richard away, put on the blindfold, and then wrapped
the
dark kerchief around her head. Then, laying back into the chair, she
held
open her pussy for her lover.
"Fuck me, please fuck me. I need your dick."
Richard, however, had other ideas, turning and quietly walking out of
the
room and up the stairs, closing the door behind him. I quizzically
looked
on as Mary Ann continued her begging for cock while playing with her
pouty
pussy. "Oh Richard, please fuck me. I need your dick in my pussy."
I looked over at my sister who had this Cheshire Smile gracing her
face.
She looked at me, and beckoned me out from behind the boxes. I did a
double take then emerged from my hiding place.
"Go ahead, fuck her," whispered Debbie, nodding at the girl who dissed
me
in high school.
"Yes, please fuck me, please," pleaded Mary Ann.
It was music to my ears. When there's a woman in need what can a
gentleman
do? I unhooked my belt, unzipped my pants, and let them drop to the
floor.
I moved closer to Mary Ann slid between her open thighs. It didn't
matter
that she thought she was going to be fucked by Debbie's boyfriend
Richard.
What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
I was still a virgin, but I knew what to do. The fact that Debbie was
watching made it all more exciting. Here the girl who had been mean to
me
in high school was playing with her pussy and begging to be fucked.
All
due to the stewardship of my older sister. I looked back at her, dick
in
hand, and she nodded her head once again.
"Fuck me, fuck me," begged the prone girl in front of me.
I moved closer and slipped between Mary Ann's creamy thighs. I slid my
dick up and down her wet snatch, bringing a gasp from the girl's lips.
"Give it to me, give me your hard dick."
Mary Ann sounded like a porno queen with her insistent begging for
cock.
It was the hottest moment in my life. I pulled back a bit then thrust
forward deep into her pussy. The feeling was incredible, like nothing
I
had ever imagined. I was in a girl's pussy, all the way! And she did
not
have a clue it was me.
"Oh Richard, fuck me. I love your dick," cried out the girl, slowly
rolling her hips around my cock.
"Quiet down, Mary Ann, and let him fuck you," said the voice from
behind.
Apparently Debbie wanted to remind the girl who was in charge. "By the
way, you look like a slut."
"Oh yes, I'm a slut. I love to fuck. I'm fucking your boyfriend in
front
of your eyes. What a whore I am."
If only she knew it wasn't Richard, but me, the guy she nearly spat on
just a year ago was fucking her little pussy. Using it, like a John
uses
his hooker. Fucking her with nothing but lust in his mind and body.
I couldn't help myself, I fucked Mary Ann hard and fast. Apparently
too
fast for Debbie.
"Pull out," she commanded. It took a few seconds but I compiled.
"Rub your dick on her face!"
I put my hand behind Mary Ann's head and pulled it against my rock
hard
cock. I rubbed my dick against her face, rubbing her pussy juices onto
her
cheeks. It was so incredibly hot, using the girl. I could probably
have
jerked off on her face and there wouldn't have been a whimper of
denial.
Soon Debbie made her next pronouncement. "Get on your hands and knees,
Mary Ann, and make it snappy.
The girl did, and pointed her as high in the air at me. Debbie held
her
hand up at me as if to halt me from slipping back inside her moist
slot.
Mary Ann started to say something, but hesitated. She was having a
hard
time getting the words to emerge from her lips.
"Let's hear it Mary Ann, you know what you want," coaxed Debbie.
"I, uh, please, uh, oh shit! I need to be fucked up the ass! That is
the
only proper punishment for me."
There, the words were out. I looked back at Debbie, questioning the
request. I mean, just minutes before I was a virgin. Now I had a
pretty
girl on her hands and knees in front of me with her ass in the air
begged
to have a dick stuck into the naughtiest of holes.
I moved forward and began rubbing my dick up and down her ass crack,
finally situating the tip against her ass hole. I pushed and pushed
until
the cock popped past the ass ring. First and inch, then two and
finally
three forced its way into Mary Ann's tight little ass.
"Ooowwwww!" cried out the girl, my dick plowing into her virgin ass. I
couldn't believe how tight it was, and nearly lost it within a minute
of
gaining entry to the girl's tight ass.
As Mary Ann cried Debbie stepped closer and told me to pull out. She
then
smacked Mary Ann's ass five times. "Turn around, pledge, and lay
back."
Mary Ann lay back on the armchair and immediately opened her thighs. I
stepped up to her again, and once again slipped my dirty dick inside
her
mouth. She worked on my dick, cleaning it of all foul residues from
her
backside. How I didn't quickly come was a mystery.
It was obvious her mouth was well practiced in the art of a blowjob,
because she brought me to the brink of eruption before Debbie
commanded me
to pull out of her mouth. She told the girl to lie back, and once
again I
straddled her midsection and played with her pussy.
After a bit of rubbing and caressing I slipped my dick inside her
pussy. I
reached around and grabbed her hot ass and began fucking. This time
there
was no stopping me, and I banged against the girl, hammering her
wetness.
It wasn't long before I shot my load of cum into her pussy.
It took all I had not to scream out, but I didn't want to reveal my
identity. My dick finally stopped its first spurting into a pussy, and
I
turned and smiled at my sister. She knowingly smiled back. Mary Ann
lay
quietly in front of us, her breath still fast. She looked whorish with
her
legs spread open and cum sauce emerging from her pussy.
I quickly dressed and left the basement.
Later that night I called Debbie.
"Sis, that was so exciting, does she have any idea that I, uh, made
love
with her?" I questioned.
"Not at this point," replied Debbie. "But if she ever speaks to
Richard
again she'll learn that he wasn't the one to bang her up the chocolate
speedway!"