The Amoral Island (Open to any number of M or F)

[lucy]

Marigay is definitely well prepared. Anti-drug agents. My ass.
"Nah, it does not worry me. I 'ave nothing to 'ide. I don't even 'ave a trunk full of gimmicks and whatnots. And i am not trying to seduce and smalltalk a 'elpless girl into slavery, i openly fucked and drugged Jason into it, hehehe."
Jason looks at me with a hurt look on his face, while Melissa sobs even harder, moving a bit away from Marigay. She really shouldn't be here, i'm truly sorry for her. On the other hand, she IS a beautiful girl. And i'm the last one to forego a beautiful girl.

"Manaccia la miseria, I ain't gonna sit here and wait till Michael shows up. If he comes, you just start, I will be back in about half an hour." Not that anyone cares, I think. "Thanks, Jason, that was a perfect massage."

I once again go to the kitchen. A servant points out the shed behind the manor. I find what i'm looking for and fill several big bellied Chianti bottles with gasoline, tear apart a couple of rags and in no time I have a neat stash of Molotov cocktails. You never know when things get out of hand.
I fill yet another bottle and head up to my room, depositing it in the bathroom.

Then i check Melissa's room and luggage, but she definitely is just a backpacker, she carries nothing special in her backpack. Poor gal.
It's almost three quarters of an hour since i left when i get back to the dinner room. And Michael is just arriving too.
He gives us a lecture of the rules. Yaaaawwwwn.
The only interesting thing in the whole room is Melissa's expression: It changes from worried to incredoulous to desperate.