At first they can't believe their eyes...

"Damn! Are you seeing that? Kyle, you seeing that? Trent?" the skinniest of the lot said, pointing at the limp girl like she was a display in a museum.

The two other rolled their eyes. "Yeah we're seeing it, Jay."

"Damn. What should we do?" Jay asked.

The taller, more muscled Trent shrugged, while the shorter and fatter Kyle inched forward.

"Hey!" Trent hissed. "You'll wake her up!"

Kyle turned, looking cockily back at them. "Scared?"

"No, I just don't want to wake her up!"

"Well what's the use of just standing her staring at her. I mean hell, she obviously wants it. She's probably worn out from a gangbang or something."

"In your dreams, Kyle."

"Kyle, Trent, both of you shut up. I got an idea."

"You?" the asked as one, and Jay looked offended.

"Yeah, me, why not me?"

They exchanged a look and opened their mouths.

"Shut up and don't do anything. I'll be right back." Jay said, rushing out the door.

They turned to the girl, taking another step.

"And don't touch or wake her!" Jay called back faintly.