Com)**********************************************************************Part 2 - The RoastingJessica awoke the next morning to the smell of hickory ...arbeque coal cooking in the backyard letting her nose follow the delightful smell she soon found herself in the backyard of the little cabin standing next to Gene who was preparing the fire that would soon take Jessica's life and cook her meat to a nice golden delicious brown.Not wanting to waste any time "Would you spit me now please?" Jessica. Behind them was a small motorboat. Sandi hid among the rocks and watched for a few minutes, wondering what to do. She wanted to run up and say, 'Boy am I glad to see you guys!' However, seeing that hole raised red flags. She trusted her gut and stayed down, watching.One of them was clearly older and he seemed to be in charge. "Make sure it's deep enough, and not too close to the water, you dumbasses. If you put him there, the tide's gonna wash him up.”She plainly heard the words as they were. "You wouldn't shoot me or Al or Grandmother that day in your cabin," he'd protested to MacPherson. "Hell, you didn't even have your laser charged. This'll be a time we can't afford hesitations." None o' ye had done me any wrrong," the captain told him. "'Twas I had wrronged ye. T'shoo' ye was beyond' me, e'en t'thrrea'en ye torre a' me innarr's. Gene is a differren' ma'err. I'll shoo' him in a hearr'bea', i' migh' e'en gi'e me pleasurre t'do sae. I was th'ain trrick' inta doin' wha' I did, don'. I usually sit at the very back of the bus with the 3 long seats, but there was a rather handsome older man who had found the first. I took the seats directly in front of him, slightly pissed I wouldn't get to lie down this trip. The bus took off and as it made it's way up North it became emptier and emptier. Eventually after a few hours I noticed it was just myself, and the man behind me. When we made our rest stop I went into the cafe and got myself a coffee, and some soup. When I tried to pay.