Greg were already there, as were Ariel, Sylvia, and Sandy, who had already come down to breakfast. They were all sitting at the table. Some were clothed, others were not. "I'm afraid that all we have is scrambled eggs and bacon. The cook is gone so Sandy and I tried our best." Jess passed her a plateful of food. "Where are the rest of the servants? It seems that they should be up by now?" "Your right, Tanya. Sylvia, when you've finished eating, go up and get the others." "Yes, Mr. Bridgewell. I'm finished now." Sylvia got up and left -- her sensuous naked ass old mature gay men straight frat men wiggled seductively as she walked out of the room. Several minutes later the breakfast discussion was interrupted by a blood curdling scream. Sylvia had found the three servants in bed. They were dead. The three intertwined naked bodies were pale white with hideous blank expressions on their faces. Further analysis showed that they died from inhaling poisonous gas as they slept. The empty canister was still on the bed between two of the bodies. "Our danger is not over," said Jess. "But if the killer left the island last night, the danger is over," Dave responded. "You're forgetting, Dave, that these three were still alive after the plane left." "My God! girls flashing truckers straight frat men You're right, Greg. I was so out of it due to the drowsiness and drugs, that I completely forgot about that." "Then we're down to what I said earlier... one of us is the murderer." Jess turned to walk from the death room. "But the 'us' is a smaller number now." "Right, Sandy. Let's go to the den and discuss this. We need to see where we stand." Jess left and the others followed, quickly. "Ok, guys. There are seven of us here. No one else is on the island so one, maybe more, of us is a killer. Danvers' death is college straight men straight frat men rather easy to explain...
