"Today in lab we will be getting hands on experience with a couple new types of murder." Dr. R tells us as he walks into the lab room. We will be working on drowning and manual strangulation. I decided to just cover these here in lab since on stage most of the impact is lost just watching them. Because downing can get messy, we will start with manual strangulation. As opposed to ligature strangulation, you will be required to use your hands to effectively snuff out your victim; this is a very intimate; difficult; and, for the killer with a personal motive, rewarding experience since it is also especially traumatizing for the victim. If there are any students who don't believe they have the physical strength to complete the task, you may pair up with another student. Now, each of you may pick a workstation and begin. I will make my way around to each of you, to assist or answer questions."

Each workstation, sectioned off by soundproof glass panels, has padded floors and a girl wearing a basic white t-shirt and white cotton pants. The girl at the workstation I choose is platinum blonde, medium build, with a fair complexion and perky c-cup breasts. I approach her, and she greets me with a trusting smile. Her conditioning makes her trust everyone completely. As I try to figure out how I should begin, a female classmate approaches me. I recognize her as Giselle Bynes. The host for the clone that was eviscerated last class. She asks if she can join me and I say that her presence is definitely welcome.

The clone still stares at me as I step up to her. She willingly lets me place my hands around her neck. Her skin is soft and warm. For a moment, I hold her neck in my hands feeling her rhythmic pulse and soft breaths. Her pale pink lips part in a warm smile. My first instinct is to smile back, but instead, I tighten my grip, easily closing off her windpipe. A flicker of fear crosses her face, and her hands try to pull mine away. In vain, she starts struggling to get away.

As she begins to loose strength, Giselle asks if she can try, and I let her step between me and the clone still grasping her throat. Giselle places her hands over mine, and I slip mine out, letting her take control of the girl. A choking noise comes from the back of the girl's throat, and I show Giselle how to place her thumbs at the center of her neck to completely seal off the trachea. I help out by holding the clone from behind, one hand pinning her wrists behind her and the other holding her at the waist to keep her in one spot. I can feel her abdominal muscles flexing as she tries with all her might to breathe. The clone, her mouth now silently moving as she strains for air, begins to collapse, and I help Giselle lower her body onto the ground. Giselle straddles the girl at the waist and puts all her force into crushing the girl's throat. Her legs gently kicking against the padded floor, the girl begins reaching up for Giselle's face. I grab her wrists and hold her arms down, positioning myself facing Giselle, above the girls head, one knee on each side of her head. The girl looks up at us with pleading eyes, before her body shudders and falls still. I look up at Giselle, who is staring back at me, her infectious smile on her face.

"That was kinda fun." She says.

At that moment Dr. R steps in, "Great to see teamwork: good job."

We take a few moments while lab assistants clear away the clones' remains and bring in bath tubs and new clones. Dr. R gives us the go ahead, and Giselle and I team up again.

Our clone this time is a teenage brunette, about 17, with olive skin and rich brown eyes. She is laying, nude, in the warm bathwater. Giselle and I stand behind her, and she appears completely unconcerned with our being there. I crouch beside the tub, and she looks up at me, blinking her pretty eyes. I run my fingers through her hair and she obviously enjoys the caress. She stares at me, coy and innocent. I ask Giselle if she would like to start this one. She eagerly agrees and kneels beside me in front of the tub. She grips the girl by the hair at the top of her head. The girl, now obviously uncomfortable, tries to sit up, but Giselle pushes her into the water, submerging her face. Bubbles come from her nose and mouth. Water splashes over the side as she kicks and flails her arms. As splashes of water hit Giselle, she lets me take over. I take a firm grip on the thrashing girl, placing my right hand at the top of her head and my left on her chest. More bubbles come from her mouth, and then I feel her quivering chest rise, as she attempts to breath. Lungs now full of water, the girl's movements begin to slow and become erratic. Her back arches, and her small breasts breach the surface. My left hand now moves to her contracting abdomen, and I press her gently back into the water. Her mouth and eyes are still wide open, but her body rests on the bottom, rocking gently back and forth.