It was about 9 o’clock and I was heading home from my job…Which I didn’t really enjoy that much. I was actually a janitor for Ripley’s Superma...ket. Lately it started to seem like the bathrooms were getting more disgusting and unsanitary the more I worked, with rancid diarrheal that smelled like someone had ten helpings of beans and broccoli, and things were only mad worse with blood splattered all over the toilets, floors and walls of the women’s bathroom, making it look like a damn murder. Eric was 7th. Sheila, Lena, and I ended up sharing the couch. Teresa explained her rules for the grand finale. ‘You will all vote for the person you think is the murderer. You may also explain your reasons, or your theory, and how you came by it. After your vote, the rest of us can guess who you really are. Finally, you can reveal your secret motives and your goals. Are we ready? Claire, you were #1. You can start.’ Claire blushed, of course. ‘I think the murderer was … Leo.’ She pointed a. Literal hoof beats of real horses that ushered in the figurative hoof beats of the impending erotic drama.She appeared from the jungle trail first, on a sturdy brown quarter horse. It may have been the bright backdrop of the sunset behind the trees, but it seemed to me that she was a dark, imposing figure surrounded by an electrical aura of light. "Well, well, well! What do we have here? Trespassers? But not just any trespassers ... bold, conceited trespassers on my father's private land!" The. .. they were probably told that we would be treated well.”A faint outline of a small Greek ship showed up in her view. She had some lit torches to help guide its approach. It was getting hard to see it as it came into view. She could see its sail and oars as it closed in. Within a few minutes, it was ready to pull ashore. It was a medium-sized boat capable of holding ten crew members, including its passengers.She waived at the boat as the boat beached itself on the soft sand. Some of the crew.