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surrounding the television. While they looked through the assortment of DVDs that had been brought for the trip they all seemed to become instant film critics. Finally they decided on a romantic comedy with Adam Sandler.
    “Okay, new drinking game. Every time someone calls that ugly dude hot or implies that he’s good looking we all take a shot,” Tracy suggested.
    “I think Adam Sandler’s kind of cute,” Marcy frowned.
    “Of course you do, he’s a Jew!” Lynne laughed.
    “Hey, I don’t think every Jewish guy is cute. There’s no way in hell I would ever date Jonah Hill.”
    “Yeah, let’s be real about this, Adam Sandler’s kind of like the modern version of Robin Williams. He’s getting older, but he’s aging well. And he’s funny enough that you can overlook the fact that he’s not, like, hot,” Anna said.
    “Fine! What should we drink to then?” Tracy conceded.
    They sat in silence for a moment, considering what kind of game they could play to the movie. If not for the liquor and pot already in their systems they might have been able to come up with something sooner.
    “How about we take a shot every time they do an obvious ‘sex appeal’ shot on an extra? Like a close up on a girl’s ass while she walks through the shot?” Marcy suggested.
    “Oh, that’s a good one. Let’s up the ante, though. The person that calls it first takes one shot, everyone else takes two!” Anna suggested.
    And so began a drinking game that, ultimately, would bring about the events that would unfold throughout the next twenty-four hours.

7
     
    Thad and Fritz had separated from the rest of the group. They made their way slowly around the lake, sticking to the forest in case one of the girls happened to the look out the window. Once they were sure that they were a safe distance from the other men Thad set his backpack down and withdrew his .357 from it. He unlocked the bolt in the finger guard and began loading the revolver’s chambers.
    Fritz sat Indian style with his back to a tree and began loading rounds into the clips for his .22. Neither of the men spoke as they prepared their weapons. They kept an ear out for anyone approaching. There was no way the others were going to go along with their plan if they knew all of the details.
    After they had loaded the guns and ensured that the safeties were on they tucked them into their ankle holsters. The night sounds around them made the scene seem surreal. Thad had never killed anyone, but he was fairly confident that it wouldn’t make him squeamish. Fritz, on the other hand, had experience in the field of murder. He came from a long line of thugs. His life in Gary, Indiana had been full of fights and the occasional murder had never bothered him.
    “So when are we going to move in on them?” Fritz asked.
    “Remember on campus when those whores party? Every time one of them passes out first they strip her and put her out on the porch. That’ll be our indication that they are all getting ready to fall out. We wait until we see them carry a naked bitch out onto the porch and then we start.”
    “What if the others puss out on us? I mean, we don’t know how they’re going to react when the shit gets real.”
    “That’s why we’re going to make damn sure they’re all guilty of a crime before we start killing. They’re not going to go running to the cops if they rape a bitch, right? None of them want to spend ten to fifteen upstate.”
    “So we get in there and rape a couple of the bitches and then we pop them off so they can’t ID us to the police. That’s the plan, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Do you have my money?”
    Thad nodded. He pulled the envelope from his back pack and handed it to Fritz. The other man counted the bills twice before shoving the cash down into the inner pocket of his coat. “That’s not what we agreed on.”
    “Half now and half when we get back to school. I’m not stupid, man. I want to make sure you keep up on your end of things