She begged and pleaded for her life as she gasped her last breath. Then I dragged her body upstairs and tied her school tie to a pole to make it look ...ike she had hung herself. I couldn't believe I had just murdered her but she deserved it.I went downstairs and opened the front door, then ran home before anyone seen me. I was safe back at home where I was free. I know most people feel guilty after murder but I felt good (maybe I was the psycho?)The next day I was woken up by my mum she looked. The Next Day I woke up and got out of bed still rubbing my eyes i walked to the bathroom and washed my face , i shouted Liz a few times but there was no answer , as i walked across the landing upstairs i saw her through the window sunbathing by the pool , i walked right over to the window and moved the see through curtian , there she was lay down reading a book with just bikini bottoms on with her huge tits exposed to the boiling sun ,i stood and admired her huge rack and started to get hard ,. Then he turned and took one last long look at the girls. When he turned back to me he said, "So many girls, so much time". The little smile on his face once again made me regret telling Sharon I would not hurt him.He took a step towards us and stopped. The three of us parted and he walked between us and started back on the trail that would take him to the bunkhouse. We continued at a distance behind him. I did not want to push the issue and rub in it by walking right behind him. While we were. Bobbi Jo at least had the decency to age, but she somehow had continued to add to her string of "proteges." The latest was an Asian girl -- May Lin couldn't have been more than eighteen -- who had such an amazing rack on her small frame that you always expected her to tip over.It was Bobbi Jo who insisted on the bachelorette party, "just like old times," but it was Lucy who arranged for the stripper and offered the use of her home.He was cute; Paula would give him that. Six-foot-three, easy..