Again in the front row, I wait patiently for class to begin. Dr. R arrives and the class quiets down as he steps up to his podium. "As I mentioned last class," he begins, "we will be going through some murder scenarios today. Any volunteers?" Girls across the room raise their hands. "For now, I only need one."

The first girl he chooses (Jenna Stiles, 17) is a high school student taking a few classes at the college. She has a petite frame and curly black hair. Her short plaid school uniform skirt shows off her legs, but most eyes are on her large breasts as she nearly skips onto the stage, part of which is laid out like line of sinks in a common public restroom. "I'm happy to see your enthusiasm," Says Dr. R as he greets her. "My lovely girl," He asks as she moved toward him on the stage, "could you be so kind as to wash your hands." . As she walks over, he explains, "Many murders that take place public restrooms happen at the sink. In order to not be seen by the victim in the mirror, the killer has to stay low, and time the attack perfectly." He stealthily moves up behind her while she washes her hands and fixes her hair in the mirror. "Using a knife, there is a bad way at a good way to kill a girl at the sink. First, I will demonstrate the bad way." She looks down for a second and Dr. R makes his move. He steps up behind her, slips the knife under her chin and rips it through her throat. Blood spurts across the mirror and her head falls forward, cracking the glass before she slumps to the ground. Her hands grab at the counter and she collapses into a heap. A pool of blood spreads across the ground, and her body shudders as she still tries to breath. "She is now completely incapacitated and has no chance of survival unless someone arrives within a few minutes to help her. However, in a public restroom, it is always possible that she will be discovered in time, and I would have little chance of cleaning up this mess without being caught."

He calls a second girl (Victoria Attley, 22) to the stage. She has wavy blonde hair and is wearing dark blue leggings under a short, cream-colored sweater dress. "Can I please have you stand at the other sink?"

He goes through the same motions to position himself behind her. "Now, I will demonstrate a much more tidy method." Like before, he waits for the perfect moment, but this time he instead forces her head down into the sink as he slits her throat. Her arms flail and her knees buckle, but her holds her head down in the ceramic bowl. "As you can see." He talks as he turns on the water and then continues slicing at her throat, "the majority of the blood drains into the sink. If I hold her here for just a few moments, she makes a much smaller mess that is easily concealed in a janitors closet or locked stall." He lets go, and Victoria falls to her knees. For a moment she faces the class; hands clutching her throat; vacant eyes staring blankly at the back wall; dress drenched in blood across her chest. Dr. R gives her a nudge to the back and she falls face forward onto the floor, squirms for a few seconds, then falls still. He now crouches next to Jenna. He rolls her over onto her back and places his ear near her chest. "Right now, she could probably still be saved." Her body responds slightly as her props her up against the wall. "We'll keep an eye on her."

"Now that we have that bit of fun out of the way, I will need three more volunteers." The third girl he picks as a volunteer (Angelina Gonzales, 19) is Latina with an athletic build. Her tan body is toned and fit. The fourth girl to be chosen (Brianna Templeton, 18) is wearing tight jeans and a low-cut t-shirt that highlights her cleavage. The fifth and final girl (Giselle Bynes, 20) is a drop dead gorgeous young woman. With a perfectly formed body, excellently shaped facial features, and a radiant smile, she is nearly the perfect girl. Like the volunteers in our last classroom demonstration, he secures the first two in chairs. However, Giselle is led to an upright panel to which she is strapped at the upper arms, wrists, upper thighs, and ankles.

The weapon Dr. R chooses first is a short iron rod. "The most ancient, primal method of killing and also one of the most brutal: blunt force trauma, I believe, is unpleasant for both parties involved." He lines up the rod to Angelina's head and takes a swing. It connects with a resounding crack. Her head rocks to the side, and her body goes limp. "A blow like that could kill many women, but I don't think this one is dead just yet." He hits her again, and with this strike, blood spatters the back wall. A thin line of crimson runs from her ear down her neck. "Blood spatter" He explains while feeling for a pulse, "only happens with the second hit and following." He then adds, "I think she's still hanging in there." Lining up one last time, he puts more strength into this one. The noise this time is a disconcerting crunch, and her head snaps back further than natural. He lifts her head back up and indicates an indention in her skull. "A depressed skull can pretty much guarantee instant death."

Letting Angelina's head drop forward onto her chest, and moves on to Brianna. Standing behind her he lectures to the class: "Strangulation and suffocation can actually lead to very different deaths." As he talks a removes a clear plastic bag from his pocket. "While strangulation restricts air flow, suffocation can merely be caused by a loss of oxygen." He slips the bag over the girls head and pulls it tight around her neck. At first, she tries to relax and keep her breathing normal, but within a few seconds she begins to hyperventilate. "Her breathing rate naturally increases as the amount of oxygen in the bag decreases. She will try to take deeper breaths but all she gets is the same recycled air." The plastic bag clings to her lips as she begs for more air. "Suffocation can take longer than strangulation, and you always have to be sure she's completely expired before you let her get access to oxygen. "For our purposes, we can tie the bag off and let air go out slowly." Once the bag is secured over her head, he pulls the plastic against her face, allowing us a clearer view of her contorted features as she struggles for a breath of fresh air. Her body senselessly writhes against the restraint, but her undulating abdomen and heaving chest slowly lose strength and cease all movement. Her tense muscles begin to relax, and a wet spot appears between her legs. "Her nervous system is shutting down as we speak," Dr. R says and indicates her fluttering eyelids. "She is losing her motor control and senses. Right now, she is likely unable to hear or see us. Her mind is being consumed by its struggle for oxygen as brain cells die by the thousands every second. Her world at this moment is isolation, pain, and fear." He lets her head drop back, mouth agape, and her body twitches its final movements.

Before moving on to the last girl, he checks on Jenna. Blood no longer flows from her neck and there is a puddle of urine on the floor between her spread legs. "Her physical body is long gone; however, many theorize that the brain is still active for minutes after biological death." He lifts her chin as he continues, "She could still be fighting for her life on the inside, but as far as we are concerned she is beyond saving and completely dead." He lets her head drop. The body slowly falls to the side as he walks away, and I think I can see her fingers twitch as her head hits the floor with a low thud.

Picking up a knife with a long thin blade from the table, he finally moves on the Giselle. She blinks away tears as he stands in front of her trembling body. Buttons scatter across the floor as he rips away her shirt, leaving her in a pink lace bra and low rise jeans over the top of which her matching pink panties are barely peaking out. "This is one of the most disturbing methods of death we will deal with in this class." He prepares us as he cuts off a piece of her shirt. He catches her by the jaw with one hand and stuffs the bit of shirt into her mouth with the other, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. He unbuttons her jeans and pulls down her underwear, placing the tip of the knife directly between her hips, just above her pubic bone. His hand over her mouth and the gag in her throat keep her screams muffled as the knife slides into her soft flesh. Buried to the hilt, the knife is pulled up through the center of her abdomen, until it reaches her ribcage. Her intestines are already falling out of the slit as Dr. R removes the knife. "Going into shock is one of the body's only defense mechanism against the pain and trauma brought on by evisceration. At this point, her spasms are involuntary and end up doing more damage than good." More organs spill out as she wriggles against the board at her back. Her legs no longer support her and the straps are the only things holding her in place. He pulls open her abdominal cavity and cuts away at connective tissues, holding her insides in place. Blood and other fluids pour out onto the floor alongside her intestines, forming a reddish brown heap of organic matter on the floor. For a moment, Dr. R. looks into her agonized face and says, more to himself, "I almost feel sorry." She still gasps for breath, but the color has drained from her face. "This torture could go on for minutes or, under the right conditions and if I had been careful not to damage too much, even hours. However, since class time is running short, I will give you a two for one special." He turns back to the whimpering girl and feels down her chest with his fingers. He finds the spot he is looking for and buries the blade into the inner edge of her left breast. Her body tenses for a moment; her brow furrows, and her jaw clenches tight. Then, her eyes glaze over and her muscles relax and her head drops, leaving her full weight resting against the restraints. "A knife to the heart is painful, but ends her life quickly by stopping blood flow in an instant."

He wipes the knife and his hands clean, then addresses the class, "If anyone is interested in learning about brain activity after biological death, I will be conducting some experiments that involve taking EEGs of volunteers being stabbed, strangled, and much more. I have a sign up sheet here if any of you are interested. You're all dismissed."

I quickly jot my name down on the list, but unfortunately by the time I am done, all the bodies are already spoken for. I am, however, mildly entertained watching two freshmen girls argue over who gets Jenna's body. After listening to a minute or two of bickering, I approach them and propose Solomon's solution to a similar problem. This, however, results in an argument over who would get which half, as it seems both were mostly interested in the waist up. I ask if we all can just share, and surprisingly they seem open to the compromise. We zip up the corpse in a body bag and head to one of the girl's apartment for some experimentation of our own.
Conflicting modification on September 13, 2013, 15:56:37:
Again in the front row, I wait patiently for class to begin. Dr. R arrives and the class quiets down as he steps up to his podium. "As I mentioned last class," he begins, "we will be going through some murder scenarios today. Any volunteers?" Girls across the room raise their hands. "For now, I only need one."

The first girl he chooses (Jenna Stiles, 17) is a high school student taking a few classes at the college. She has a petite frame and curly black hair. Her short plaid school uniform skirt shows off her legs, but most eyes are on her large breasts as she nearly skips onto the stage, part of which is laid out like line of sinks in a common public restroom. "I'm happy to see your enthusiasm," Says Dr. R as he greets her. "My lovely girl," He asks as she moved toward him on the stage, "could you be so kind as to wash your hands." . As she walks over, he explains, "Many murders that take place public restrooms happen at the sink. In order to not be seen by the victim in the mirror, the killer has to stay low, and time the attack perfectly." He stealthily moves up behind her while she washes her hands and fixes her hair in the mirror. "Using a knife, there is a bad way at a good way to kill a girl at the sink. First, I will demonstrate the bad way." She looks down for a second and Dr. R makes his move. He steps up behind her, slips the knife under her chin and rips it through her throat. Blood spurts across the mirror and her head falls forward, cracking the glass before she slumps to the ground. Her hands grab at the counter and she collapses into a heap. A pool of blood spreads across the ground, and her body shudders as she still tries to breath. "She is now completely incapacitated and has no chance of survival unless someone arrives within a few minutes to help her. However, in a public restroom, it is always possible that she will be discovered in time, and I would have little chance of cleaning up this mess without being caught."

He calls a second girl (Victoria Attley, 22) to the stage. She has wavy blonde hair and is wearing dark blue leggings under a short, cream-colored sweater dress. "Can I please have you stand at the other sink?"

He goes through the same motions to position himself behind her. "Now, I will demonstrate a much more tidy method." Like before, he waits for the perfect moment, but this time he instead forces her head down into the sink as he slits her throat. Her arms flail and her knees buckle, but her holds her head down in the ceramic bowl. "As you can see." He talks as he turns on the water and then continues slicing at her throat, "the majority of the blood drains into the sink. If I hold her here for just a few moments, she makes a much smaller mess that is easily concealed in a janitors closet or locked stall." He lets go, and Victoria falls to her knees. For a moment she faces the class; hands clutching her throat; vacant eyes staring blankly at the back wall; dress drenched in blood across her chest. Dr. R gives her a nudge to the back and she falls face forward onto the floor, squirms for a few seconds, then falls still. He now crouches next to Jenna. He rolls her over onto her back and places his ear near her chest. "Right now, she could probably still be saved." Her body responds slightly as her props her up against the wall. "We'll keep an eye on her."

"Now that we have that bit of fun out of the way, I will need three more volunteers." The third girl he picks as a volunteer (Angelina Gonzales, 19) is Latina with an athletic build. Her tan body is toned and fit. The fourth girl to be chosen (Brianna Templeton, 18) is wearing tight jeans and a low-cut t-shirt that highlights her cleavage. The fifth and final girl (Giselle Bynes, 20) is a drop dead gorgeous young woman. With a perfectly formed body, excellently shaped facial features, and a radiant smile, she is nearly the perfect girl. Like the volunteers in our last classroom demonstration, he secures the first two in chairs. However, Giselle is led to an upright panel to which she is strapped at the upper arms, wrists, upper thighs, and ankles.

The weapon Dr. R chooses first is a short iron rod. "The most ancient, primal method of killing and also one of the most brutal: blunt force trauma, I believe, is unpleasant for both parties involved." He lines up the rod to Angelina's head and takes a swing. It connects with a resounding crack. Her head rocks to the side, and her body goes limp. "A blow like that could kill many women, but I don't think this one is dead just yet." He hits her again, and with this strike, blood spatters the back wall. A thin line of crimson runs from her ear down her neck. "Blood spatter" He explains while feeling for a pulse, "only happens with the second hit and following." He then adds, "I think she's still hanging in there." Lining up one last time, he puts more strength into this one. The noise this time is a disconcerting crunch, and her head snaps back further than natural. He lifts her head back up and indicates an indention in her skull. "A depressed skull can pretty much guarantee instant death."

Letting Angelina's head drop forward onto her chest, and moves on to Brianna. Standing behind her he lectures to the class: "Strangulation and suffocation can actually lead to very different deaths." As he talks a removes a clear plastic bag from his pocket. "While strangulation restricts air flow, suffocation can merely be caused by a loss of oxygen." He slips the bag over the girls head and pulls it tight around her neck. At first, she tries to relax and keep her breathing normal, but within a few seconds she begins to hyperventilate. "Her breathing rate naturally increases as the amount of oxygen in the bag decreases. She will try to take deeper breaths but all she gets is the same recycled air." The plastic bag clings to her lips as she begs for more air. "Suffocation can take longer than strangulation, and you always have to be sure she's completely expired before you let her get access to oxygen. "For our purposes, we can tie the bag off and let go out slowly." Once the bag is secured over her head, he pulls the plastic against her face, allowing us a clearer view of her contorted features as she struggles for a breath of fresh air. Her body senselessly writhes against the restraint, but her undulating abdomen and heaving chest slowly lose strength and cease all movement. Her tense muscles begin to relax, and a wet spot appears between her legs. "Her nervous system is shutting down as we speak," Dr. R says and indicates her fluttering eyelids. "She is losing her motor control and senses. Right now, she is likely unable to hear or see us. Her mind is being consumed by its struggle for oxygen as brain cells die by the thousands every second. Her world at this moment is isolation, pain, and fear." He lets her head drop back, mouth agape, and her body twitches its final movements.

Before moving on to the last girl, he checks on Jenna. Blood no longer flows from her neck and there is a puddle of urine on the floor between her spread legs. "Her physical body is long gone; however, many theorize that the brain is still active for minutes after biological death." He lifts her chin as he continues, "She could still be fighting for her life on the inside, but as far as we are concerned she is beyond saving and completely dead." He lets her head drop. The body slowly falls to the side as he walks away, and I think I can see her fingers twitch as her head hits the floor with a low thud.

Picking up a knife with a long thin blade from the table, he finally moves on the Giselle. She blinks away tears as he stands in front of her trembling body. Buttons scatter across the floor as he rips away her shirt, leaving her in a pink lace bra and low rise jeans over the top of which her matching pink panties are barely peaking out. "This is one of the most disturbing methods of death we will deal with in this class." He prepares us as he cuts off a piece of her shirt. He catches her by the jaw with one hand and stuffs the bit of shirt into her mouth with the other, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. He unbuttons her jeans and pulls down her underwear, placing the tip of the knife directly between her hips, just above her pubic bone. His hand over her mouth and the gag in her throat keep her screams muffled as the knife slides into her soft flesh. Buried to the hilt, the knife is pulled up through the center of her abdomen, until it reaches her ribcage. Her intestines are already falling out of the slit as Dr. R removes the knife. "Going into shock is one of the body's only defense mechanism against the pain and trauma brought on by evisceration. At this point, her spasms are involuntary and end up doing more damage than good." More organs spill out as she wriggles against the board at her back. Her legs no longer support her and the straps are the only things holding her in place. He pulls open her abdominal cavity and cuts away at connective tissues, holding her insides in place. Blood and other fluids pour out onto the floor alongside her intestines, forming a reddish brown heap of organic matter on the floor. For a moment, Dr. R. looks into her agonized face and says, more to himself, "I almost feel sorry." She still gasps for breath, but the color has drained from her face. "This torture could go on for minutes or, under the right conditions and if I had been careful not to damage too much, even hours. However, since class time is running short, I will give you a two for one special." He turns back to the whimpering girl and feels down her chest with his fingers. He finds the spot he is looking for and buries the blade into the inner edge of her left breast. Her body tenses for a moment; her brow furrows, and her jaw clenches tight. Then, her eyes glaze over and her muscles relax and her head drops, leaving her full weight resting against the restraints. "A knife to the heart is painful, but ends her life quickly by stopping blood flow in an instant."

He wipes the knife and his hands clean, then addresses the class, "If anyone is interested in learning about brain activity after biological death, I will be conducting some experiments that involve taking EEGs of volunteers being stabbed, strangled, and much more. I have a sign up sheet here if any of you are interested. You're all dismissed."

I quickly jot my name down on the list, but unfortunately by the time I am done, all the bodies are already spoken for. I am, however, mildly entertained watching two freshmen girls argue over who gets Jenna's body. After listening to a minute or two of bickering, I approach them and propose Solomon's solution to a similar problem. This, however, results in an argument over who would get which half, as it seems both were mostly interested in the waist up. I ask if we all can just share, and surprisingly they seem open to the compromise. We zip up the corpse in a body bag and head to one of the girl's apartment for some experimentation of our own.