Lilith V - Catching a Meal

by Leo


Lorna sighed and wriggled herself deeper into the comfy cushions of the pool 
lounger. She was nude, lying on her belly on the lounger and pillowing her 
head on her crossed arms as she let the sun bake her bare bottom. On either 
side of her, Jess and Miki were in identical postures and just as sleepily 
comfortable. Nude sunbathing, Lorna thought, was just so much better down 
here in the Florida Keys.

Carol came out of the house and headed towards her three guests. She was 
just as nude as they were, a normal state for her. Here on her private 
island there were only Carol, the three girls that helped her cook, and the 
four meat girls she currently had on hand for a future date with a roasting 
spit. Since the weather was normally warm and sunny, there was no need for 
clothing anyhow and Carol and her assistants never wore any. The women that 
visited her for cookouts always got rid of clothing first thing. The meat 
girls, of course, didn't need clothes, or pussy fur, and didn't have any of 
either.

Walking up to the loungers, Carol approached from the back of the three 
women and took a moment to appreciate the view. Three sets of very nicely 
shaped feet led the eye past beautiful calves to meaty and delicious looking 
thighs, capped by three truly superb bottoms. Jess and Miki, as befitted 
their well developed figures, had large, plump and well defined asses, but 
Lorna's mounds of butt meat were truly mouthwatering, smooth and perfectly 
formed, full meals for a small group in and of themselves.

Lorna was short and cuddly, with a full figure that stopped just short of 
zaftig plump, firm, but with a slight roundness to her belly. Beautiful 
pussy, too. Too bad she was a full member of the Society of Lilith, exempt 
from being cooked. Carol would have loved to have her turning over the 
coals.

Carol caught herself at that thought. Not only was Lorna her friend, but she 
was president of the Society of Lilith. In addition to that, women that 
threatened her had a way of finding a spit up their asses. Not healthy, 
thinking about cooking Lorna, even if Carol herself was the Society cook.

Blonde Jess and dark haired Miki were a different story. They were both 
candidate members of the Society. When a girl was nominated for the Society, 
an underground power organization of women, they accepted because the 
Society helped its members to success and wealth. The catch was that all 
candidates were eligible to be the main course at one of the Quarterly 
Lilith Fests held on a private island in the Caribbean. Only four girls were 
cooked at each Fest and, since there were always new candidates and usually 
a few volunteers, a girl actually had a pretty good chance of getting 
through her four choosings and not being picked for roasting.

Jess and Miki had a better chance than most of getting through their 
choosings, although the two former porn girls were so well developed they 
would be outstanding roasts. Both were in their early thirties, with good 
looking faces that showed a lot of experience with life. They had come to 
Lorna's Aldyke Modeling Agency looking for legitimate work and ended up as 
her assistants, helping to save the Society from a truly dangerous 
presidential contender in the election that made Lorna president and the 
contender, Gerry Greerson, steamed chipped meat on rice. Both girls were 
nice people, intelligent and capable. Carol, as well as a lot of others 
including Lorna, owed them a huge debt for helping Lorna win the election. 
It was Lorna's responsibility as president to choose the girls for the 
roasting spit, but Jess and Miki 's service to the Society guaranteed them a 
free walk away from the line of candidates after a choosing, instead of 
being carried to a cooking table for preparation and spitting. Carol didn't 
mind that, either. It was only their due. Besides, they were damn good in 
bed, almost as good as Lorna.

That thought made Carol evaluate the three gorgeous asses in front of her 
for something other than a carving platter. The owners of those luscious 
butts were all going to be sharing a bed with her tonight. Carol had a nice 
selection of toys and Jess and Miki didn't mind taking them in their nicely 
rounded asses. Lorna didn't mind it, either. Lot of fun, too. The kicker was 
that Lorna required whoever got in her bottom to submit their own for the 
same treatment. Oh, well, Carol mentally sighed, it was an occasional 
variation, and Lorna was a hell of a great fuck.

Carol sauntered over and sat next to Lorna's hip on the lounger, stroking 
her from the small of the back to mid thighs. 'Enjoying yourself?'

Turning her head to look at Carol, Lorna grinned. 'Keep stroking my backside 
like that, and I'll enjoy myself, and you, a good bit more in a few 
minutes.'

Carol grinned back. 'Sorry, but I'm afraid I can't spare the time. I've got 
to bring out tonight's dinner in a few minutes and get her ready.' Her left 
hand continued to massage Lorna's bare buttock.

Jess and Miki rose up on their elbows and looked at her. 'Who are we 
having?' Jess asked. 'I thought you'd do a lineup and choose the girl like 
we do at the Fest.'

Carol frowned slightly. 'You know I'm a licensed executioner, right?' 
Everyone nodded. 'Well I've been sent one they want done as soon as 
possible. The other girls get a pass today.'

'Why?' Lorna wanted to know.

'Her name's Diane Last,' Carol began. 'It seems she was talking on a cell 
phone in her car and got so pissed off at whoever she was talking to that 
she deliberately ran over a school bus stop full of kids to take out her 
frustrations.'

Lorna was aghast. 'Oh, that can't be true!'

Carol nodded grimly. 'Yes it is. That's what Diane told the judge, too. Told 
the judge he couldn't do anything about it, even though she killed two kids 
and critically injured four more. Seems her papa is some kind of rich 
political power here in Florida and she's gotten away with everything up 
until now. Now the State wants her executed and the job done fast, 
apparently before the old man can ride to the rescue. She was just delivered 
to me yesterday. Hell, she's so wild, I can't even let her walk around under 
electronic restrain like I do the other girls I get from the prisons. I've 
had to keep her tied up and hanging from a hook in the holding cell. Candy 
and the other two girls are in there right now, cleaning her out with an 
enema and washing her up for roasting. It takes all three because she's 
certainly not cooperating.'

Lorna's sweet face had that steel hard look everyone in the Society knew and 
dreaded. 'I think I'm going to enjoy this one, quite a lot,' she said in 
grim tones.

Carol nodded. 'Me, too.' She swatted Lorna's bottom gently. 'Well, let me 
get her out here and we can get her on to cook.'

Diane Last was a medium sized blonde around twenty four or so, with short, 
bobbed hair and a very nice figure. Lorna quickly evaluated the girl as 
having a lot of good meat: full thighs, meaty hips with a flat belly and a 
quite prominent pussy mound. She also had large natural breasts that looked 
like they'd make a great dessert. All in all, although Lorna hadn't yet seen 
the girl's bottom, dinner looked to be very succulent.

Interestingly, Diane wasn't struggling. Above a mouth stretched wide by a 
ball gag, her eyes had a 'deer-in-the-headlights' look. She knows, Lorna 
thought. It's finally hit her what's happening and that she can't get out of 
it, something completely outside her experience. The shock of that knowledge 
made her totally passive.

As Carol and her three assistants brought the cuffed and gagged girl around 
to the preparation and cooking area, Lorna, Jess, and Miki rolled back over 
on their stomachs to watch. This promised to be both fun and interesting.

First, they brought Diane over to a stool sitting to one side of the cooking 
area, a greased wooden prong jutting up and inward from the front of it. 
Lifting her up and spreading her legs, they settled her onto the stool with 
the entire eight inches of prong inserted up her vagina. One of Carol's 
assistants leaned under the stool with another, slightly shorter and thicker 
prong. She inserted this one up under the stool's seat, through a hole and 
completely up Diane's ass, effectively locking her into the chair. Not only 
would the double plugging lock her on the stool and open up her holes for 
easy spitting and stuffing, it would make it too painful to move around 
much. Not that she was apparently in any mood to struggle, Lorna thought, 
since she passively let Carol cuff her ankles. After that, Diane watched 
with wide, rounded eyes as Candy lit the fire in the barbecue pit.

'You know,' Jess said as they watched, 'we really ought to do this ourselves 
sometime. I mean, we've got all the equipment in the kitchen, left over from 
when Janet Van Dyke had the place. There's even a ventilated spit and 
rotisserie machinery in the closet. You told me Janet used to cook girls all 
the time.'

Lorna frowned slightly. 'And ended up on a spit, herself, but that's another 
story.' She thought for a minute. Why not cook a girl at the apartment? 
They'd done Sue there, but that was a special occasion, at Sue's request. In 
fact, she'd never had a girl in the place for the sole purpose of cooking 
and eating her. Why not? She enjoyed coming down here to Carol's for roasted 
girl meat, and all three of them enjoyed the flavor. Just not enough guts? 
It was okay if someone else did it, but not her? Get real! She was president 
of the Society of Lilith and it was her responsibility to choose girls for 
the Fest cookout. She bore just as much responsibility as Carol for killing 
and cooking women. So why did it bother her?

She snorted. Screw that! Look things in the face. 'Okay,' Lorna said, 'maybe 
we can . But I just don't want to buy one from a broker.'

'Why not?' asked Miki. 'Those girls know what they are doing when they sell 
themselves.'

'I sometimes wonder,' Lorna said grimly. 'Most of them come out of those 
cesspools in South America. I'm never sure they know what the hell is 
happening, just that they're here and they go through with it when told to 
bend over. If I'm going to cook a girl at my place, I want one that I'm sure 
knows, really knows, what's happening.'

She looked in turn at the women on either side of her. 'How about you guys? 
Are you ready to have a girl around the place for a few days, get to know 
her, then put her in the oven or on the grill? You know, you're both still 
candidates and might end up the same way.'

Watching as Diane was removed from her stool, then secured bent over across 
a frame for stuffing and spitting, Jess shrugged. 'If I get chosen, I get 
chosen. Can't help that. Still, I guess it depends on the girl. If you're 
saying we can only toast volunteers, there's enough nut cases in Miami that 
someone ought to turn up occasionally, if we look. I just think we ought to 
try it, is all. Maybe Miki and I can come down here and get some cooking 
classes from Carol. I'm a pretty good cook with portions, just never done a 
whole woman.'

Conversation stopped as they were momentarily distracted. Diane was 
squealing loudly through her gag and wriggling like a snake as Carol spread 
her plump cheeks and began packing handfuls of stuffing up her gaping bottom 
hole. She wasn't being brutal about it, but, given Diane's history, Carol 
wasn't being delicate, either. Once Diane was packed full, Carol and her 
helpers thoroughly covered the girl with olive oil and seasonings, then got 
a large ventilated spit. By now, Carol's other meat girls had come out of 
the house and were gathered around, watching the proceedings with 
fascination.

'Spitting the girl is the part that always gets to me,' Miki muttered. 'I've 
seen plenty of girls get fucked, but this is the ultimate.'

Lorna nodded. A spit roasting was sensuous and exciting. She could feel her 
cunt tingling and was sure the other two women were getting just as excited. 
She envied Carol her ability to stay calm and professional throughout the 
process.

'Look at her tits wobble around,' Jess commented. 'They're definitely going 
to have to bind her breasts so they don't flop as she rotates on the spit.'

'Nice butt and plump thighs,' Miki added. 'I think I want a steak, tonight. 
I'm having a hard time deciding where it's coming from, though. Both 
portions look so good.'

'I want a cutlet from just above the hip bone,' Lorna added. 'That's usually 
very tender and her meat ought to have enough marbling that it'll be real 
juicy.' The other two nodded judiciously. Since Lorna chose girls for the 
Fest's cookouts, she was actually very good at judging woman meat on the 
hoof.

Positioning the spit about five or so inches inside Diane's pussy, Carol 
began moving it in and out in a fucking motion, involuntarily exciting the 
still squealing Diane. Not only was she driving the girl to a massive 
orgasm, her clenching cunt would align the shaft so Carol could get the 
right angle to push the spit through her body. Finally, Carol eased the spit 
through Diane with a slow, steady motion. When the point was out of her 
mouth and Diane was far enough on the shaft, Candy bound her breasts 
together while Carol and the other two girls tied her wrists and ankles to 
the spit.

Once Diane was rotating over the coals, Lorna took a few moments to enjoy 
one of her favorite sights. There was something beautiful and sensuous about 
a spitted woman cooking, and the sight never failed to fascinate Lorna and 
turn her on. She reached over and gently pulled Jess onto the lounger with 
her. 'Stroke me,' she said as she wrapped her arms and legs around the curvy 
body of the naked blonde. 'I've got to get off.'

Jess smiled and kissed her softly as Miki came over to join the pair.



Miki had front desk duty when the door opened and an expensively dressed 
brunette walked into the office. She was in her mid-thirties, short hair in 
a swept up power cut, smallish breasts and full, beautifully shaped hips 
accentuated by the expensive tailoring of her waist length double breasted 
jacket and tight slacks. Small diamonds in her ears and on her necklace 
accentuated a picture of power, money and good taste. Miki thought she'd be 
really good looking if it weren't for the expression of arrogance and 
superiority she was wearing.

'I would like to see Ms Paten, please, as soon as possible.' It was phrased 
like a request, but came out a direct order to a not-particularly-important 
underling. The tone matched the woman's expression and Miki's dislike for 
her grew.

'Yes, Ma'am,' Miki said professionally. 'May I ask your name and the nature 
of your business?'

The woman looked down her nose at Miki. 'I am Louise Guest. As to the nature 
of my business, you certainly may not ask. It's between myself and Ms Paten. 
You don't appear to be one of her 'clients' so perhaps you are intelligent 
enough to understand what I'm about to tell you. I want to see her NOW.' 
With that, she sat down and looked expectantly at Miki.

Too angry to be flustered, Miki nodded and went into the inner office where 
Lorna was discussing selection of girls for upcoming modeling assignments 
with Jess. Miki waited a moment for a lull in the conversation. Let the 
bitch cool her heels, she wasn't going to interrupt her boss. When Lorna 
stopped and looked at her, Miki said, 'Boss, we've got one really pushy 
broad outside named Louise Guest. She's ordered me to order you to see her 
right this minute. Can I tell her to fuck off?'

Lorna smiled and shook her head, then thought for a moment. 'Miki, you can 
go back out and send her in. Jess, get into the side office and turn on the 
surveillance cameras and mikes. I have a feeling we're going to want a 
record of this one.'

As Jess nodded and went into the side office, Miki opened Lorna's office 
door and said, 'Ms Guest, you may come in now.'

Once inside the office Louise plopped into a chair facing Lorna's desk and 
began without preamble. 'First, I want to tell you, I don't like you or your 
business. You're nothing but cheap whores pandering to men's lusts.

'Yes,' she said holding up her hand, 'I know you run a legitimate fashion 
modeling agency, but I know where you and your so-called 'clients' came 
from. As I said, I consider you and the rest cheap whores. But that's not 
why I'm here, Ms Paten.'

Lorna had yet to say anything or make a gesture. Her face was under perfect 
control. As long as this stupid, arrogant bitch was disposed to run her 
mouth, she was content to let her. Miki had this one typed exactly. She was 
a pushy broad, but that type made mistakes when they thought they were in 
complete control. Lorna was totally willing to let the woman rant on until 
she screwed up.

'I represent a very powerful figure,' Louise continued. 'He has taken an 
interest in the case of Diane Last who, through a gross miscarriage of 
justice, was recently condemned to death. She was sent to a licensed 
executioner named Carol Beach who works for you in some sort of organization 
of which you are the purported head. You are to contact this Carol Beach and 
obtain the release of Ms Last, by whatever means necessary.

'If you do not,' the woman leaned over and said nastily, 'I can guarantee 
you will have no business by the end of the month, and be a pauper shortly 
thereafter. Frankly, you won't even be able to find a job with those 
disgusting skin magazines you used to work for. Do you understand me?'

Lorna's face still gave away nothing. This bitch apparently knew about the 
Society, but how much? Not enough, she decided, but enough to be dangerous. 
She was a possible threat, and that was enough to arouse Lorna's temper. 
Besides, the bitch was pissing her off, all on her own, never mind threats. 
'That's quite some impressive threats,' Lorna said calmly.

'They aren't threats, Ms Paten,' Louise shot back. 'They are exactly what 
will happen if you or that Beach woman don't cooperate.'

'You've given me no reason to believe there is any substance to what you are 
saying,' Lorna commented. 'I have no intention of reacting to any 
off-the-street type that comes charging in here and spouting off. In 
addition, even if I were connected with this Carol Beach, I have no 
intention of circumventing the decision of the courts for no other reason 
than vague, unsubstantiated threats.' Besides, several nice pieces of Diane 
were at home in the refrigerator, waiting for tonight's dinner.

Louis sat back in her chair and glared at Lorna. After a moment's thought, 
she said, 'Very well, I had intended to keep his name out of it, but you 
give me no choice. If this gets out of this room, you're finished, Paten. 
Mister Absolom Last is the man concerned, and I am his chief of staff. If 
you do not comply promptly and completely with his desires, I will 
personally ensure your destruction. Do I make myself clear?'

Lorna nodded. 'Very.'

'Good.' Louise jumped up out of the chair and stalked from Lorna's office, 
deliberately leaving the door open, and past Miki out into the building's 
main corridor.

Lorna watched her go, noticing the woman had a really magnificent bottom and 
great thighs, easily Jess's equal. This Last and his hit woman had totally 
underestimated the power of the Society, but that didn't mean the pair 
weren't big trouble. She put her chin in her hand and thought for a moment, 
then an idea began to form. Hm.

'Jess,' she called out, 'get in here. Miki, get Carol on the line. She needs 
to know what just happened. Then run down Antonio Montero. Tell him dinner 
tonight is on me.' And another activity can be on me, too, she added 
mentally. The guy was a really great lay, and she usually ended up wearing 
nothing but him at some point during an evening. She hoped this evening was 
going to be no exception.



They met at a discreet little table at the Casa de Dolcett and got their 
business out of the way over drinks. Both were eager to get to the dinner, 
since the plump little Hispanic blonde on the menu looked very tasty and the 
sauces in this restaurant were superb. Antonio was a darkly handsome, 
muscular man with neck length hair brushed back and an air of experience and 
danger that women found attractive. In addition to being an international 
arms dealer, he was also occasionally a mercenary and could do other violent 
things if the price was right. Lorna wanted to see him for just that last 
reason.

After hearing the story of Louise Guest's visit, Antonio's question was 
simple and to the point. 'Do you wish her eliminated?'

Lorna shook her head. 'No. I have a little plan for her. It's her boss I'm 
worried about. He's some kind of power mad monolith straight out of the TV. 
I can handle Louise, but Last needs to be taken out of the picture.'

Antonio smiled. 'Don't count on an excellent dinner and your even more 
excellent sexual skills to cause me to reduce my fee. I have expenses, you 
know.'

Lorna gave a silent sigh of relief. He'd take the job. 'I have no problem 
with that,' she commented with a smile. 'I'll need him neutralized within 
four days, in such a way as to avoid attention.'

Antonio smiled and brought her hand to his lips. 'You know I can refuse you 
nothing. It will be expensive, you understand, but doable.'

Lorna leaned over and brushed his ear with her lips, a down payment on later 
in the evening. 'Thanks. Cost isn't an object. The Society can afford it. 
When I told Carol, she was really worried. She knew all about Last.'

Antonio shrugged. 'I, too, know him. I've done a few jobs for him, so access 
on my part isn't a problem. I took the precaution of making an in-depth 
study of him and his surroundings years ago, as simple insurance. Neither 
the job, nor your timetable is beyond reach. I gather you would prefer the 
good mister Last becomes incapacitated after you have dealt with this Guest 
woman?'

Lorna nodded, her face set in a deadly cold expression. 'Yes. As it happens, 
I still have some hypnotic drugs left over from the Gerry Greerson problem. 
Louise Guest will resign by day after tomorrow. Last is yours at any time 
after that.'



Lorna smiled as the security monitor in her office showed Louise Guest 
marching triumphantly up the hall to her office. A simple, almost true, 
message that Diane Last would be available in her office was enough to bring 
the woman running. As Louise approached the outer office door, Lorna bet 
herself the arrogant bitch would simply come storming in without any byplay 
with Miki, who was back on the receptionist desk. She handed Jess an 
autoinjector, filled with Russian Cold War surplus hypnotic drugs. 'Here. 
Hit her when I give you the sign. I want to have a little quick fun, first.'

For her part, Louise was mentally engrossed in what she was going to do to 
Lorna and her two women after retrieving Diane. There was really no reason 
to leave Lorna, or anyone connected with her, as a credible threat, and that 
sort of thing was a problem handled with her usual efficiency many times in 
the past. Usually, she frowned, because that dumb little shit Diane kept 
getting in trouble, Daddy wanted her out of trouble, and Louise had to do 
the getting. Pain in the ass. Louise told herself she was going to enjoy 
this cleanup operation.

True to Lorna's expectations, Louise stormed through the outer office and 
into Lorna's, plopping herself into a chair and totally ignoring Jess, who 
casually moved to one side behind the woman. 'All right, Paten,' Louise 
said, 'I'm here. Where's Diane?'

Without any particular expression, Lorna pointed to a tray of cold cuts laid 
out as an office buffet. 'Right there. Want some?'

It took a moment for Lorna's meaning to register, then Louise was frozen in 
shock. Lorna nodded to Jess, who leaned smoothly over and shot the contents 
of her injector into Louise's neck. Things got very hazy for Louise Guest 
very rapidly after that.



The Society's sixty five foot boat was smaller than a major yacht, but very 
nicely appointed and held everyone with ease for the trip to the isolated 
little island in the Bahamas. Once they were out of sight of Miami, all the 
women aboard, including the Society's all girl crew, had removed their 
bikinis to enjoy the freedom of nudity. Lorna was sitting in the stern 
lounge, enjoying the warm sunny sea and a good drink when her best friend 
Vivian joined her. Vivian was slightly taller than Lorna, and universally 
judged the most voluptuous woman anyone had ever seen without any extra fat. 
'Spill, girl,' Vivian told Lorna. 'I know all about that bimbo Guest. What I 
don't know is how you got her tied up in the cabin.'

Lorna cocked an ear at sounds from the main cabin that told her someone was 
having a little fun with the cuffed and gagged Ms Louise Guest. Louise'd had 
quite a lot of sexual stimulation since they'd caught her and the woman 
couldn't help reacting, partly because of her own passionate nature and 
partly due to posthypnotic suggestion delivered by Lorna. Actually, she was 
fun. 'Well,' she said, 'you know all about those hypnotic drugs I used on 
Gerry Greerson. I had some left over, and we injected Louise when she came 
to my office several days ago, plotting, I have no doubt, something evil for 
me and the girls. After that, I took her over to her office so she could 
make out her resignation. When we got her back to the apartment, the 
Society's lawyers had delivered Louise's Kevorkian declaration, new will, 
and assignment of estate to the Society. After that, It was just keep her 
secured, play with her when the feeling struck, and wait for the boat.'

Vivian gave Lorna an inquiring look. 'And the good Mister Last? How did he 
take to the resignation of his Chief of Staff?'

Lorna shrugged. 'No idea. He had a fatal stroke in his car yesterday.'

Vivian nodded. Typical Lorna work. Underhanded, ruthless, quick, and final. 
'It was a considerable expense to the Society, but necessary,' Lorna added. 
'On the other hand, once Louise's assets are totaled out, I think we'll have 
broken even. Besides...'

Lorna stood up and motioned Vivian to follow her up to the pilothouse atop 
the cabin. Once there, she pointed out two girls enjoying a little naked 
sunbathing on the front deck, a classically beautiful redhead and a 
dishwater blonde with a plump figure. 'An unexpected addition to the 
scenario,' Lorna commented. 'The redhead is Louise's personal secretary, 
Tami. Jess met her while I was in Louise's private office doing her 
resignation. Turns out she hated Louise as much as anyone and was quite 
happy to see us get her. She came over to my place later that evening and 
brought the little blonde, May. They ended up staying with us until this 
morning.'

Lorna frowned. 'That little blonde is another reason I'm glad we picked up 
Louise, besides the threat she posed to the Society. May told me today she 
wants us to cook her when we get back.'

Vivian's eyebrows rode up at that. 'Surprising, but not unheard of, 
especially given the way things function at a Fest choosing. Still, why the 
sudden declaration and why be pissed off at what looks like a nice dinner?'

Lorna shrugged. 'Oh, I'm not mad because she volunteered, although I have to 
admit a girl doing that always makes me uneasy. Frankly, she looks like a 
nice roasting girl.' She giggled. 'When she made the declaration, Jess 
asked, 'She followed us home, can we eat her?' '

Vivian smiled at that. 'Still,' she said, 'why be mad?'

Lorna looked at her grimly. 'Because of the reason. Tami filled us in. It 
turns out May was Louise's personal toy and slave. Louis would take her back 
to her place and do damn near anything you could think of to May. Told her 
she was going to be cooked some time soon. Thing is, May is ready for it. 
She told us she'd rather we'd do it if we'd promise not to cut her pussy off 
her while she was alive like Louise was going to do.'

'What!!??'

Lorna nodded. 'Butcher her alive. Tami said she thinks Louise has done it to 
other girls. Once I told May we don't hurt women, even the ones we cook, she 
was pathetically happy and perfectly willing.' She shrugged. 'So now I have 
what the girls have been wanting: a walking menu we'll be cooking up 
ourselves. I'm not particularly excited at the idea, but I'm willing to go 
with it, since cooking her seems okay with everyone involved, especially 
May. Want to come to dinner that night?'

Vivian looked at May again. 'Well, May looks delicious, and Louis Guest is a 
real bitch. It'll be a pleasure to bite into a piece of Louise. I just wish 
we could give her a dose of her own medicine.' She looked at Lorna and waved 
away the angry expression. 'I know we don't do that,' she said, 'and I'm 
okay with the fact. I couldn't bring myself to do that sort of thing to 
anyone. However, back to your question. As long as May is willing, I'll be 
glad to join you. She ought to cook up very nicely.'



The little island was beautiful, about three acres in size, with a brushy 
center full of palm trees and a beautiful beach. One distinctive feature was 
a large volcanic rock, nearly on the beach, with a long deep shelf jutting 
out of it about three feet off the ground. There was evidence of many fires 
built under the shelf, a mystery explained when Carol told Lorna it was her 
favorite beach grill. It seemed that Louise Guest was going to be served up 
naturally grilled.