A few days later I was out with some friends and we decided to go to the local fitness club for a good workout. That's when I saw her. Suzanne was her...name. I had totally forgotten about her. A friend of mine dated her in high school and said she was totally wild and into way more stuff than he was comfortable with. He eventually ended it with her and every one of our friends told him he was the stupidest person on the planet. Suzanne was a tiny little blond that moved to our area from Wales. I just got horny.The girls took me to a dorm room where sunlight poured in through the window. They had me shower, saying my skin needed to clean to be blessed with ‘white witch oil.’ The instant I step out of the shower they were on me, covering me in the oil.They led me back to the dorm room’s bed. I couldn’t help but go! They had me lay with arms and legs spread apart from my body. Mentioned that I had to remember my legs couldn’t move, that I had to be convincing. It was magic after all, I. "The boat bobbed in another swell. Vicky got up and strolled over to the rail to watch the sailboat going out of the cove. Abby watched her sister stretch her coltish legs and point her toes. She was thinking of Carl having at the slender, adolescent form of her young sister. It made her pussy slick with excitement to even consider it. And when she thought that perhaps Carl had fucked her in the dark that night she'd tied up Perry, her cup surely runneth over."Thank god they left us somebody to. I called it my “D and D” principle of “Murder 101”. Not to be confused with the “D and D” of criminal activity that was code for deaf and dumb whenever talking to the law when questioned.Julie sorted the murders in separate piles chronologically allowing me to organize my thoughts about what I had already deduced and the speculation for which I had no firm evidence to back it up.I decided to take them one at a time and pulled the bulky file on the original “John Doe” that had started me down.