The very thought was making her wet between the legs.Any rational girl her age would never be thinking these thoughts, and the Olivia from before the ...accident would have been right there, aghast at the thought of what she was prepared to do, yet the Olivia that spent almost two weeks in a coma wasn't thinking that. She was fully prepared to carry out her plan and if her first guy was as much fun as she anticipated, there were guys #2 through... , well, there were a hell of a lot of guys there. A bank of thumbnail pictures came up, taken from a long distance with a telephoto lens and all showing Amy with these guys. What shocked though, was what she was wearing; Amy had on a tight vest and was obviously braless underneath. Even from a distance her nipples clearly stood out in what I guess was early morning coolness. High heels made her 5'9" body look even more slender and her legs seemed impossibly long in a short mini skirt. Amy looked like a slut as she stood holding the arm of one. But the man wasn't fazed. He was too excited.It had been so easy, all of it. Killing the bitch had been the hardest part. He'd had troubles enjoying her, her flabby body and ugly colorless hair hadn't been much of a turn on. But he'd managed, closing his eyes and letting images of the others superimpose over her face.But the rest, staging the office, forcing her to write the note, watching the cops, that had been easy and a huge rush to his senses. It was so easy to blend in, so simple to. We were half tempted to just stop the elevator and go at it right there. But being minors at the time, we didn’t want to risk getting caught. When we got to the hotel room, Sarah, my ex, wanted to wait till her friend fell asleep. Why? I have no idea. But I wasn’t going to argue. Not when I was this close. So we laid in one of the beds and fooled around PG-13 style for a little while until we realized that her friend was asleep. Then the party started. The passion we felt that night wasn’t.