She couldn't remember how she got here. She was covered in blood, though she had not a scratch on her body. She looked around, it was dawn, still cold from the night before. In front of her was a tall building with cars lining the street. To the left there was a water fountain, and to the right was a news stand and a coffee cart. She checked her pockets and was pleased. She had a wad of fifties, a gold pocket watch and little velvet pouch. In it were jewels. Fine jewels. She made her way towards the coffee cart but as she walked there was a slight breeze causing the smell of blood to waft up her nose. Whose blood was it though? She ordered a caramel latte, and bought the days newspaper. She sipped her coffee as she looked at the paper. The headline made her spit it out. It read: MAN FOUND DEAD IN HOTEL ROOM. She started to read the article. The murder had taken place between the hours of midnight and 4am in a hotel located just down the street from where she had awakened. She read on. "It was confirmed that the victim had been so brutally attacked that he could only be identified by his DNA records as he was basically smashed to bits." Oh my gosh, she thought. What the fuck if that was me? Did I kill that man? It was definitely possible. With all the blood she was covered in, she was convinced it was her who did this. She proceeded to go home and get herself cleaned up, and to get rid of all the blood covered clothing. When she got there, police were at the front door talking to her Dad who was in his robe and slippers and had a cup of coffee in his hand. She quickly ran around to the back door. She couldn't let the police see her in her blood soaked clothes. She wandered who the guy she may have killed was. No one would know until the DNA test came back. She emptied her pockets then ripped off the jacket and jeans she was wearing and threw them in the bin and ran upstairs to her room. She looked at the pocket watch. It wasn't working. There was an inscription on the back that read: My forever love, time cannot change my love for you, M.K. She thought, Oh, how sweet! Then she poured the contents of the little velvet pouch on her bed. There were emerald, rubies, diamonds, sapphire, pearls, gold and silver. Rings, necklaces, earrings, cufflinks and a beautiful white gold bracelet. It also had an inscription, that read: I love M.K forever, forever I love M.K. She thought that was quite romantic. She put all the jewels back in the pouch and put it in her dresser and started to undress so that she could go have a shower. She couldn't exactly go downstairs by her dad reeking of blood while the police were there. As she stepped into the shower she felt a little thrill. A little rush of energy that made her feel sexy. She felt like a bad ass. She was turned on. She took the shower head and started pulsing the water flow between her legs. Her nipples on her busty breasts were stiff and she was getting hornier as the water flowed over her lean body. She thought about the possibility of being that man's killer. She remembered the smell of blood on her. she pictured a man begging for his life and all of it caused her ultimate arousal. She fingered herself until she reached climax and as she came, her pussy squirted, pulsing with pleasure. She had an orgasm. She got out, put a robe on and went downstairs.