From the look on Jason's face I take it that he would like to see Michael with my switchblade buried in his throat just as much as I would. Alas, the rules are clear on killing our opponents.
I'm a bit surprised how everybody barks at the servants or slaves. They obviously have always been in the right place at the right time. I'm beginning to think if whether the slaves might be of any help in this game. At least it can't hurt to treat them with a little bit of respect. If all goes wrong I'll be one of them sooner than I could wish for.

Jasons question reaches me in my thinking over my plan. I get up from the chair, walk over to him and bend over, brushing my tits on his head.
"Sure, honey. Just not right now, i've got some other fish to fry first. But I'll be with you in no time at all. You'll be waiting, I hope." Sure enough, his hand is already on my leg, trying to work up my cut off jeans. I wriggle away, and with a last look at him I dash to the kitchen, ask the cook for the back door and head out.

There's a small backyard, giving way to macchia, that thorny underbrush typical to most mediterranean islands. Perfect. I hide behind a large broom, eating a couple of prickly pears I plucked on the way. Soon enough I see Marigay emerging for the back door and heading for the macchia. She's wearing some goggles or something like that. After she scanned the grounds she heads away, me following her in a safe distance. She goes to three holes in the ground, making her way to and fro between them. Finally she doesn't reappear out of the last one she went in and I turn back to the manor. I sure don't want to bump into Marigay down there. There's time enough later in the night or tomorrow to explore that cave or tunnel.

I just hope Jason waited. Some good fucking would be just what I could do with right now. And, coming to think of it, why not include that cute maid.