We realized he had used the same seduction process with all of us

One evening in first year, soon after we started second term, we girls were sitting around comparing notes on who we had dated in the first term. It didn't take long to realize that we had all dated the same floor proctor, and not much longer to figure out that he had an M.O. when it came to setting just that right mood. And each of us had thought we were the special one!

The need for revenge kicked in quickly. As luck would have it, Barney, was on a "date" in his room that very night. We could well imagine it...lights low, music on his ghetto blaster tuned to get the hormones going...reserve uniform hanging on the back of the door...tasteful dressing gown over boxers (hey, we were young and he was hunky in an 80s kind of way). I think an ascot may even have been involved…

We put our plan in motion. Each of us had a job to do that required critical timing. With absolute stealth, we made our way onto the floor, waving at the guys in their rooms and giggling as we crept with all the grace of a drunken gorilla. As I waited with the ice bucket, another soldier knocked on the door. Barney opened it promptly and we could see that he had already made his way past the uniform and was headed for step two in his seduction game plan (the wine).

Our suspicions had been correct!

Then a third recruit whipped open his gown while another pulled out the waist of the jockeys. With joy and abandon, I let loose with the ice as my sisters screamed in support! Turning tail, we ran from the floor out into the snowy night, cackling and stumbling in our elation back to our own dorm.

Before the first bottle had even been cracked open (OK, unscrewed), they were upon us. Those brawny lads picked us up and stuffed us into various showers and bathtubs with taps and shower heads at full and freezing throttle. As a final coup de grace, they threw us outside in the snow.

I was sick for two weeks after that, but never had that much fun again in the three years that followed.