The investigative team ran the boat up on the sand as the three women dashed in the water and helped haul the craft higher on the shore. Mack and Joan...alighted and shook hands with their presumed host, a Hispanic man in white pants, sandals, Panama hat and floral tropical shirt. They introduced themselves and inquired if he was Paulo, their contact on the island. ‘Yes, I am Paulo and these are my nieces: Solei, Luna and Estela. They provide the ambiance for the few visitors we still get. They. ”Jack frowned wondering why they would be eating there. According to Abby she didn’t have any food. He pasted a smile on his face and said, “That would nice.”“We’re having some fried spam, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I hope that’s all right with you,” Claire said. She had contributed the potatoes, but the spam and green beans had been provided by Abby.“Sounds good to me,” Jack said hoping the spam was the can that he had in the pantry.“You look happy today,” Abby said.“I got a job putting. Let the damn paper feel guilty. But here’s the thing: I’m not completely sure I want it out of my head. How’s that for messed up? Pretty frickin’ perfect, I should think; perfectly messed up is exactly what it is. The truth? I haven’t felt this excited … this alive … since my honeymoon. I think that’s why I feel guilty; not because what I’m feeling is wrong – I don’t think it is – but because these feelings should be reserved for Nick, my husband.~~~ Shit. I just re-read what I’ve written so. With the latest turn of events I decided I had made my point and I released the girls into the bathroom next to the playground locking the door behind them. I watched as they embraced and sobbed, comforting each other with the realisation that their ordeal was nearly over. I placed their bags with clothes that they had brought up for the reunion in the change rooms for them. I had originally planned to mail copies of the rape video along with the tapes I had made of them begging for me to fuck.