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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Andrea by Michael. ------------------------------------------------------- It had been two years since Andrea had lost the only person in her life that really mattered; her son Cory. Every night she would go onto his room, and lie on his bed, even though she knew he was gone she could still smell him, she could still hear his voice. Everything that mattered in her life was now meaningless to her. Food had no flavor, colors seemed dull and bland, and the world seemed empty and cold. She hated what her life had become. Night after night she would decide to go out and try to break away from her torturous existence every night she failed. She tried dating, but when she got close to anyone a sense of guilt would overcome her "how can I be happy again?" she would think to herself. Her self pity and guilt ate her world away and left an empty shell. Monday February 9 Andrea went on to her work and, as she had for nearly a decade, she checked her e-mail. There was a message form her boss requesting her presence in the board room at 9:00 sharp. She arrived at exactly 9:00, and entered the room. Her boss, Mr Fenton, was a pleasant 50 year old man. He was a short, bald, generous and understanding man. Andrea had known him since she had first graduated from University, in fact it was Mr Fenton who had taken a chance on her and given her a job when there were other, more qualified candidates available. "Ah Andrea, how are you this morning?" He asked. "I'm fine David," she replied " how are you." "Well, to be perfectly honest with you Andrea," he said "I've been better. We have to talk." "OK , about what." "I have to let you go Andrea," He said "I'm so sorry and this wasn't my decision, but I have to let you go." "David, I can't loose my job, this is all I have." She pleaded "Why are you doing this?" "This isn't just me Andrea, this is all the partners." David was talking in a slow and caring manner as he explained "We know what you have been through, losing your son. I can't even begin to fathom the loss you must feel. But this is a business and your work has been very poor for over a year now and it is deteriorating fast. We have lost a lot of money Andrea and we just can't continue working with an employee who is harming the corporation." "I am feeling better David." Andrea pleaded "I really am and I can change..get better." "I'm sorry Andrea, but it's too late." David handed her a plain white envelope. Andrea opened it and pulled out a letter, the letter informed her of her termination, effective one month from the day. It made provisions for a very generous separation package payable effective March 9 or immediately less one months salary. "This is....generous David." She said. "I had to threaten to leave to get you that Andrea, you deserve it. Take a little time off try to get on with your life." David approached her. "I wish things didn't have to be this way Andrea. If you need anything, a reference, just let me know OK?" "OK." Andrea tried not to cry "thank you, I'll leave today if you don't mind." "Not at all." David watched as she left the room. Andrea cleaned the things out of her desk. Papers, pictures and a few other items. She piled them into a file box, picked them up and left the office without saying good bye to anyone. Back in his office Mr Fenton summoned Andrea's assistant. "Yes sir," the young woman said as she entered the office. "I know you want to get a shot at the big time Ms. Pierce." He said "I guess I'm giving you your chance. Please assume all of Andrea's accounts....and her station." "Thank you sir." The newly promoted Ms. Pierce replied "I'll get on it right away." "No, Ms. Peirce, stay at your own desk for the rest of today." David ordered. Too much change in a day upsets people. You can leave now....congratulations." Andrea had no idea what she would do, she had no job, no son, no life. What scared her the most was the scary thought that she had no one and no direction. She arrived home at 9:45, she sat on the couch and looked around her room. "Nothing new, but why should anything be new. I haven't done anything here for ages." she said as if someone were listening. Next she started to laugh, she laughed until her stomach ached but soon however her laughs turned into cries. "What the hell am I going to do now?" she sobbed to herself "what the hell am I going to do?" For weeks she didn't leave the house, she just sat around doing nothing buy watch TV and she was getting more than a little sick of Jerry Springer and Friends re-runs. She wished she had died that night with her little boy, she wished she could have died INSTEAD of her little boy. One evening the phone rang, Andrea hadn't heard from anyone in weeks so she wondered who it could be. "Andrea," the voice said "how are you dear." "Bernie, I'm OK I guess." Andrea was trying to sound happy, but was not very convincing. "What can I do for you?" "You can come down to Phoenix on the 25th." Bernie said "it's that time of year." "Do you have anyone?" Andrea asked "No not yet," we don't think we will get anyone this year at the rate things are going." Bernie replied, the tone of her voice was less than thrilled. "Bernie, I have a question for you......" Many things had changed at the Ranch. Kirks sudden death a year earlier had nearly destroyed Bernie, all she could do was look out the window at the ranch he had loved so much and try to imagine that he was in the barn or maybe gone to town for supplies. He wouldn't be back Bernie knew it and she tried to accept it every day; and for the most part she had, Bernie was a very strong woman. However every once on a while she felt alone, desperate and alone. She knew what it meant to loose someone she loved, and was confident she could help her friend deal with the pain of losing a loved one. The day was May 23. Andrea's plane was arriving at 2:45 PM. Bernie was there to greet her. "Andy, I have to ask you. Are you sure about this? I mean have you really thought about this?" Bernie was concerned about her friend. "Yes I am Bernie." Andrea said confidently "I really am sure. Can we talk about this when we get back to your place? I just want to think for a while." "Sure Andrea." Bernie said as she took Andrea's bag "we can and will talk about this later." Driving out to the ranch seemed to take forever Bernie thought. It was hot outside, really hot and the van's air conditioning wasn't what it used to be. Bernie thought to herself that it was time to get a new vehicle. Andrea just sat looking out the window at the flat dry plain that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Bernie tried to get a conversation going a few times but Andrea was clearly not in the talking frame of mind. Bernie decided to just let silence dominate the trip back to the ranch, she didn't even turn the radio on. It was when they 4:00 they arrived at Bernie's ranch. Bernie got stopped the van, put it into park and got out. Andrea sat there for a few minutes before getting leaving the sweltering hot vehicle for the comfort of Bernie's air conditioned home. "Andy, we have to talk." Bernie said. "And this can't wait." "Ok let's talk." Andrea said as she got a glass of juice from the fridge. "I am really uncomfortable with the position you have put me in Andrea. I haven't served a friend at the party before. And I know that the guests haven't been faced with eating one of their friends before." Bernie seemed uneasy "I don't know if I can do this, haven't we lost enough people this year? Kirk, Cory." "I want this though Bernie." Andrea pleaded "I didn't just think about it after Cory died, I have been seriously thinking about this since that guy back in '93." "I have thought about it also but I would never do it....Andrea when you go on you die, you really die. Andrea, you are 28 years old...that's young why throw it away? " Bernie asked "I don't think I am throwing anything away, I am doing what I want to do and if you will let me I'll be doing it where I want to be doing it." Andrea paused for a second "If you can't do this anymore I'd understand." "I don't have a problem doing people that we, I mean I would contact for the purpose of being cooked here." Bernie explained "But I do have a problem doing you. You're real, I hate using this word but the "long pigs" we get aren't part of my life, they really don't matter to me. I try to accommodate them but their usefulness to me as meat is way more important to me than their personal traits. I don't miss any of them, A lot of people would miss you Andrea." "How do you do it?" Andrea asked. "How do I do what?" Bernie asked back "How do you deal with losing Kirk?" Andrea said "everything around here must remind you of him." "I just do....." Bernie explained "everything around here does remind me of him, but I can also remember the good times. I can look at my kids and see him." "I can't do that Bernie!!!!!" Andrea screamed out in anger and frustration "I can't do that! Cory is dead, everything that reminds me of him is doesn't mean shit without him!...........I'm sorry" "It's OK, I shouldn't have brought up Todd and Adriana." Bernie said quietly "I'm really sorry. But you know that we lost our daughter when she was eighteen months old, and Kirk and I were able to deal with it. You can to." "Yeah but you weren't alone, you had Kirk and two other Kids." Andrea then abruptly changed the subject. "How are Todd and Adriana?" "Todd graduates from University this year and Adriana and her husband are living in Vienna. Things are going well for them. They are coming this year, but they won't be landing until 10:00 on the 31st so they will miss most of the party. They're staying for a few weeks though." "So I guess I won't see them." dead panned Andrea. "I hope you will." Bernie reached her hand out and placed it on Andrea's forearm. "You will." "Look Bernie, I know what I want, and I know that you can do it for me." Andrea stated as she looked directly into Bernie's eyes. "One way or another I will get what I want, your party isn't the only one of it's kind you know?" "I know." Bernie replied Continuing Andrea said "but I'd be happier knowing I was going to someone I know....and some people I care about." "OK, Andy." Bernie said. "I'll do it. " "Bernie then proceeded to say "you can leave anytime until 7:00 on July 31. After that you become my property. I will have guests coming over from time to time and I expect you to interact with them. You get one meal a day, as big as you want and it can be whenever you want. I am not going to tell you how I will be preparing you until just before I actually do, but It will be as painless as possible. Any questions?" "What about being naked all the time, and the shaving?" Andrea asked. "That won't be necessary Andy, that is just to get our recruits on the defensive and let them know they are not a 'friendly guest' you are different." "No, I don't want to be. You have to treat me like you did every other woman you have ever had here or I'll go somewhere else." "But some of those other groups aren't exactly......friendly to their meals Andrea, they can do some pretty terrible things." "I don't care, can we do this like you would anyone else or do I go find someone who will?" Andrea was demanding to be eaten. Bernie didn't know what to do so she did as she was asked. "Ok Andrea, I 'll need you to go upstairs, strip and come back down here so I can shave you." Bernie then continued "you know which room to use don't you?" "Yeah I do." Andrea replied. "But before I go I'd like to know how many people are coming this year." "Only about 10." Bernie answered "I want to keep it small this year." "Can I make a few requests?" Andrea asked. "Up to a point" Bernie looked at her "what did you have in mind?" "I want to be live roasted, like Alesha was and I don't want you to invite Kevin or his retard family." "Kevin's clan wasn't going to be on my list anyway." Bernie paused for a moment "I don't want to say how I'll be cooking you Andrea, I don't know yet and I should be the one who decided, not you. If you want this to be done "by the book" you will have to live with that." "Alright," Andrea said "I'll be down in a few minutes." Five minutes passed and Andrea came into the kitchen, she was completely nude as she should be. Bernie noticed immediately that she was quite thin. Her long blonde hair was smooth and fell loosely about her firm breasts. Her skin was pale and smooth. Bernie asked her to get on the counter, Andrea jumped up on the counter. "Ok I'm going to shave you now, just lay still and when I ask yo to I'll need you to spread your legs for me." Bernadette then proceeded to shave Andrea's body until the only hair she had was on her head. For the next two months they saw each other almost every day. Bernie had not invited anyone out to the ranch and had no intention of doing so. She had notified the guests that she had decided on and had told them that Andrea was going to be cooked for the meal. Some of the guests didn't believe her, others told her that she should do everything she could to get Andrea to change her mind, and surprisingly a couple of people expressed interest in having someone that they had known for a while. Only one family refused to come, they felt that is was wrong to use friends for the dinner, Bernie had no problem with their refusal and promised that a situation like this would never happen again. When she was finished she had formed a list of 4 families and 18 guests, it was more than she had planned but far less than she had entertained in the past. One day in early June it was unbearably hot outside, the thermometer passed 115 the air conditioner did little and Bernie had decided that taking dips in the swimming pool was the only way to cool off. Andrea refused to go out the back door, she said that it would remind her of Cory since he loved the water and always could be found at the pool whenever he was here. "Andrea, just one swim." Bernie was practically pleading "if you get out back and are uncomfortable them you can come back in here.....just try." "Ok, I'll be right out." Andrea came out back she opened the screen door and walked out, the sun was beating down like a ton of bricks, but it felt good on her skin. She surveyed the huge yard. Directly across the kidney shaped pool was a blue, nylon long back lawn chair, it was the chair that Alesha was sitting in when Cory approached her a few summers ago. Andrea walked around the pool and stopped by the chair: she imagined the conversation her son may have had with the beautiful and very naked Alesha. She knew Cory would probably have been shy, he was shy around women and for him to approach a beautiful, naked woman must have been a huge task. Andrea was proud of Cory's bravery that day, it was his first step to ward being a man. She had always been proud of her son. Bernie watched Andrea staring at the chair, she had no idea why the chair held such fascination for Andrea but she was glad Andrea was outside. As Bernie watched Andrea slowly sat in the chair, but as her naked skin came into contact with the chair she jumped up, the chair was red hot. "Ouch," Andrea exclaimed "Jesus Christ that is hot!!! Bernie looked at her and started to laugh, Andrea embarrassed at first turned. " I nearly burned my ass off!" Andrea began to laugh. Bernie and Andrea laughed for a while, it made Bernie glad to see her friend laughing. "Maybe she will change her mind." Bernie thought to herself. On the 25th of July the guests arrived at the ranch, Andrea was still there. Charles and his wife Debbie pulled Bernie aside and began to question her in detail about the situation. "Why are you letting her do this Bernie?" they asked. "Because she threatened to go to one of the other groups if I didn't agree." Bernie told them. "I know this won't be easy if she stays but she is making improvements lately, she is making jokes and laughing, I don't think she will go through with this." "But what if she does?" Charles asked. "Then I WILL cook her, and I will serve her up to anyone who wants to eat her flesh." Bernie looked at them both and explained further "if she goes or we tell her no she might go to a less hospitable group. I don't want her to be eaten alive like that club in Florida is known to do to their volunteers. Or she could wind up on one of the islands in the Caribbean where they basically roast up dozens of girls and they all mean nothing. Here we can at least give her some respect and treat her in a dignified manner." "I guess that makes sense." Debbie said "but I think we should all try talking her out of this." "Debbie are you listening to me?" Bernie was annoyed "if we pressure her she will bolt, I guarantee it. What we have to do is treat her like she wasn't here as the meat. Maybe if she has some fun this week she will decide to go home and get on with her life." "Ok, no pressure, but I think that she isn't well." Charles theorized "maybe she needs a Psychologist." "She had one in L.A. she stopped going " Bernie replied "...felt it was a waste of time." Charles and Debbie weren't the only guests to feel as they did, all the guests agreed with them. Bernie had to practically plead with them not to lecture Andrea about the virtues of life but they all felt it was necessary to do so. Finally after three days of the guests being uncomfortable around Andrea and Andrea being uncomfortable around the guests they all decided, against Bernie's wishes, to confront Andrea about her intentions. The goal of the group was to try and change her mind if possible, or accept her decision if she couldn't be swayed. The day was July30th it was 2:30 in the afternoon. It was raining outside. Andrea was watching television in the living room with everyone else when Bernie got up and turned the TV off. "Andrea we have to talk to you." Bernie said "and since we are all here this is the perfect time." Andrea had been expecting this. "I knew this was coming, what do you all want to tell me? That I have a long life ahead of me? That I'm not thinking straight? Or maybe that I shouldn't put you all in this position?" she asked. "Actually yeah, how can you put us in this position?" asked Mark, a steelworker from Pittsburgh who had arrived two days earlier with his wife and two sons. "Some of us have known you since you were a little girl, we knew your parents. Now you want us to eat you like we did those two the other summer...it isn't that easy Andy." "It should be." Andrea replied "listen, I didn't just start thinking about this after I lost Cory, it started when I was 12 and came to my first party, I don't remember his name but I was fascinated watching the guy's body roast.....it was incredible. Then the other year when Bernie and Kirk had that redhead..what was her name?" "Keri." Bernie added "Yeah Keri." Andrea continued "watching her in the barbecue was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. Then Alesha, she was actually awake for an hour while she was roasting, and able to communicate with us....God that was amazing! I knew as I watched Alesha's body browning and smelt her as she roasted that I wanted to experience what she had, and I want to be able to give others what she did. Except I knew I couldn't do it....not with a son, but now Cory is gone, he was my reason to live he was the reason I refused to let my desires take over...but now. I want to give myself to you all, I want you to experience this thrill with me. I want you all to watch me as I am cooking, smell my flesh and watch it turn brown. I want to be part of you all forever, then I won't be alone." Andrea stopped for a moment before continuing. "But most of all I want to be with my son again, and I won't just kill myself, I want to have my body mean something. I don't just want to be buried and forgotten" Andrea's plea did not fall on deaf ears. The room was silent. Everyone looked at each other before looking at Andrea for a long minute. Finally a voice said. "Is Cory in heaven?" Andrea looked at the little girl who had asked the question. "Yes he is, and I don't want him t get lonely." Andrea replied. "Is heaven a nice place?" another child asked her father. "Yeah it is sweet heart." He looked at her lovingly "it is the most beautiful place you can imagine." "Then why can't Andrea go there if she wants to?" The girl asked. Andrea looked at the girl, she didn't know her, then group and said. "All I am asking is for you to go about this as you normally would. I am not going to leave. I hope that today is my last full day on earth. Tomorrow I want to give you, my friends the ultimate gift a person can....my life and my body. All I want is for you to accept it and enjoy it." Silence, there was absolute silence in the room. Finally after a few minutes Bernie said: "do you still want to be live roasted like Alesha was?" Bernie paused for a second and looked at the guests "that is unless you leave before we get started." "Yes Bernie." Andrea replied "I really so want to be live roasted, so that every one of you can see my last moments are peaceful." The people nodded one by one, Andrea asked them if they were all ok with tomorrow. They all said they were, Andrea thanked them and went to her room. When she got there she looked at the picture of Cory that she had been keeping by her bed. She smiled, said "soon my beautiful boy, soon I'll be back where I belong" and fell asleep. July 31 had arrived and Bernie woke up at about 11:00, she heard raindrops hitting her window. Rising out of bed she looked out the window of her second story room. The sky was dark grey and the rain was pouring down . She thought to herself that there was no way they could barbecue Andrea outside like she had planned. If Andrea chooses to stay Bernie would need a backup plan serving plan. Andrea and all of the guests were all up and about by 2:00 in the afternoon. Bernie came into the basement where they had gathered to play pool. "This rain isn't going to stop." She said "when it starts coning down like this it rains for a week or so, what should we do?" Andrea looked worried, "you aren't going to cancel are you?" she asked "No, but I won't be able to roast you like we had planned." Bernie explained. "I wonder if you would mind if we roasted you in the oven? The only alternative is butchering you and having a few roasts, but I know you wanted to go in alive so we could watch you." "The oven is OK." Andrea said "will it take longer?" "No, the oven should be faster, but you won't last as long in an oven as you would outside over an open roasting pit." Bernie estimated that Andrea would only last 10 or 15 minutes at the most. "That is alright." Andrea said "Does anyone object to an oven roast?" Bernie asked no one did. Addressing the entire group Bernie continued. "Since the weather is so lousy outside I have an idea. If you are OK with this Andrea I would like to have the meal a little earlier this evening. That way everyone can pack up and be ready to leave tomorrow without having to rush and try to get home and settled in one day. And Todd and Adriana called: they will be here ahead of schedule." "I don't have a problem with that Bernie." Andrea said. The group all agreed that this plan was a good one, providing that Andrea was OK with it. Andrea had already said she was fine about doing it that afternoon, however Bernie felt it would be a good idea if Andrea took an hour to think about it carefully. Andrea went to her room, set her alarm to wake her in one hour and took a nap for the next 60 minutes, there was nothing to think about. While Andrea was sleeping Bernie and Jody were hard at work peeling potatoes and making the salad and vegetables that would be accompanying Andrea at dinner tonight. Andrea would be served with garlic scalloped potatoes, caesar salad, steamed asparagus and cauliflower with hollandaise sauce. Jody and Bernie had put a lot of extra work into planning this years side dished because they had both hoped Andrea would not be here so having a high quality of other parts of the meal would make the guests feel as if the day wasn't a complete waste of time. Everything was going along right on schedule when the kitchen buzzer went off..it was three thirty. Andrea's time was up. For a few minuted Bernie thought she was gone, she felt oddly disappointed that Andrea may be gone but she still hoped there would not be a roast for the nights meal. At 3:35 Andrea came into the kitchen. "I'm ready." Andrea said. "Good, please get up on the island." Jody requested as Andrea approached the two women. Andrea got up on the island at the center of Bernie's kitchen. Andrea crawled up onto the island and laid on her back; her lower legs were hanging off the edge but she fit on the island very well, it was almost comfortable, albeit a little chilly. She watched Bernie approaching. "I am going to anaesthetize you now Andrea, it will probably take a few minutes to kick in." Bernie said as she was filling a rather large syringe with a clear liquid. "After you are incapacitated we will gut you and clean out your abdomen. Then we will stuff you sew you shut, baste you with garlic butter, tie you into place and put you in the oven. I know that Alesha was alive for a long time last year but I really don't know how long you will last. You might be alive for your first basting, but I really doubt it." Bernie looked at her "I know that was a fast description, do you have any questions?" "No, let's get going." Andrea replied. Jody took the syringe from Bernie and injected it into Andrea's arm, she then refilled it and gave Andrea a second injection into her upper thigh. Within a few minutes Andrea couldn't feel or move her body. Bernie approached her with a butcher knife. Bernie began to cut Andrea open at the sternum, she carefully cut until she got to Andrea's pubic bone. She had Jody pull the two halves of Andrea's stomach to the side and she began to pull out Andrea's intestines, then the rest of her organs. She looked at Andrea and realized that she hadn't put anything in her mouth to prevent her from screaming, but she was absolutely quiet. Bernie looked at Andrea to see if she was conscious. Andrea was calmly looking at the roof when she asked: "are you done yet Bernie when can I look down?" "Please don't talk Andrea," Jody said "try to be quiet until we have this done. If Bernie makes a mistake when tying off and searing your blood vessels It could kill you. But yeah, things are going great." Andrea listened to Jody and continued looking at the roof. She could smell burning flesh just before Bernie told her that they were finished with the gutting process. Next Bernie and Jody called for Charles to help them take her to the sink where they could wash Andrea off. Charles helped carry Andrea's empty, limp body over to the sink. "Be careful with her Charles, don't move her to quickly or something could rupture." Charles heeded her warning and carefully carried Andrea to the sink where she was cleaned up. Once she was clean Bernie went to the fridge and took out a large bowl of bread crumb and peach stuffing and began to spooning it into Andrea's empty abdomen . Once she had packed all she could into Andrea she poured a bottle of Chardonnay into the stuffing and sewed Andrea's stomach shut sealing in the rich flavorful stuffing. "Are you still with us," Bernie asked "Yes." Andrea replied "but I have a headache." "I wouldn't worry about that Andrea, it's probably normal." Bernie surmised "we are nearly done with you now. All that is left is to tie you baste you and put you on." "Ok," Andrea said....suddenly Andrea began to cry "what am I doing Bernie, why am I here?" "Don't cry Andrea," Bernie said as she stroked her forehead a couple of times. "You've been doing really well up until this point. Please don't make a scene now....it's to late." Bernie then wiped a tear from Andrea's cheek. "If you would like me to I can lower the temperature in the oven, you might last longer that way." "I think that would be good Bernie," Andrea replied. "Thank you." "No problem Andrea." Bernie said as she lowered oven temperature to 275 degrees. "No problem at all." Andrea looked across the kitchen and saw Jody approaching with a saucepan, two brushes and some cord. Bernie took Andrea's legs, tied them at the ankles and bound Andrea's wrists. Bernie then pulled Andrea's knees up toward her chest and tied Andrea's wrist cords tightly to the ropes that secured her ankles. Andrea was finished and looked something like a large thanksgiving turkey. Charles then lifted Andrea's body onto the deep cooking tray, where Jody basted her with a generous layer of sauce, the rest of the sauce was poured into the tray along with four bottles of wine and a bottle of peach liqueur. Finally Bernie came over to Andrea's head, gathered her hair into a bun and used a few metal hair pins to secure it at the back of her head. "That's pretty much it." Jody said as she looked at Bernie. "Are you ready Andrea?" Bernie inquired. "Yes I am." Andrea replied. "But I want to see everyone before you put me in." "Jody go get the guests please." Bernie said "make this quick Andrea." Within a few minutes everyone gathered around Andrea's body. All present were surprisingly calm though no one talked directly to Andrea. Bernie told them that Andrea had something to say. "I want to thank you all for allowing me to do this." Andrea started. "I'm terrified of dying, I really am, but at the same time I know that this is something useful. I want you all not to feel sorry for me. I want you to enjoy my body, it's just a vehicle for my soul, and my soul doesn't want to be here....it wants to be with Cory." Andrea paused for a moment before looking at Bernie and saying. "I'm ready Bernie." "OK Andrea" Bernie said as she was cutting a medium sized peach in half "I need you to open your mouth wide." Andrea opened her mouth allowing Bernie to stuff a large peach into her mouth. Bernie then put both halves of the peach she had been cutting into Andrea's vagina. "That's so you don't dry out to much, I hope you don't mind." Bernie said to Andrea who shook her head from side to side. "Charles," Bernie asked "could you give me a hand putting her in the oven?" "Yeah, sure." Charles said as he came over to help. Andrea felt the tray she was on being lifted up to the oven. The door opened, a rush of heat hit her, she was scared. Bernie turned the tray sideways in the oven pushed it into the oven then casually closed the oven door without saying word to her. Andrea closed her eyes for a moment when the oven light came on. She looked up and saw the broiling elements and looked to the side at the jet black walls of Bernie's oven, "this is really happening" she thought to herself ' I'm really being cooked." Andrea was amazed at how quiet it was inside the oven, the elements made a faint humming noise and occasionally she could hear a murmur from the people talking in the kitchen. Although she couldn't actually hear what was being said outside, she could see the guests looking in so she assumed that they were talking about her. It was hot, so very hot in this place she thought to herself. Sleepy; she felt sleepy and was having a hard time breathing, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a trance. A few seconds later she heard a pounding on the oven door she turned her head and saw that it was a few of the children, seeing if she was still awake....She was, though just barely. Andrea opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to the side to see the children better, they all looked like Cory. Andrea's hallucination put her into a panic, she tried to scream. "Let me out, he's alive. I can see him, you can't do this to me!" she tried to struggle free of the cords but it was to no avail. Finally the lonely young woman Andrea, drew her last breath and yielded to the uncompromising heat of the oven. Outside Bernie watched as Andrea went into a weak convulsion. Bernie called the guests to the room. Together they watched as Andrea's eyes opened for one last time and her chest stopped moving. Andrea had lasted fifteen minutes, that was about how long Bernie thought she would last. Bernie opened the oven and basted Andrea's body before raising the oven's temperature and returning the roast to it's hot chamber to finish cooking. Three hours later, Adriana and Todd had arrived. Three tables were set in the basement rec-room and the guests had taken their places. All eyes were on Andrea's golden brown roasted body as it was carried into the room; it was still steaming as it was placed on the center table. Bernie slowly, deliberately sliced open the roast and spooned the stuffing into a large bowl. Next Bernie removed Andrea's heart and placed it on a silver serving plate and drizzled it with some of the gravy that was made from the juice that was collected from the bottom of the tray. Finally Bernie began to carve slices of meat from Andrea's roasted body, she carved enough to accommodate everyone's first helping. Everyone ate, slowly at first, Andrea tasted wonderful, her meat was tender and juicy. The rich mix of peach, herbs and spices from the stuffing combined with her meat went extraordinarily well with the other dishes being served. As the meal went on and people got more relaxed with the situation the atmosphere got considerably more sociable and less somber. The guests began to converse and the evening went ahead, the rain fall outside and the fire roaring in the fireplace set a comfortable, relaxed tone that remained through out the evening. The next day everyone awoke to a beautiful, blue sky. Bernie had already cleaned up from the previous evenings gathering. The guests all asked for something of Andrea to take home with them....to remember the meal by. Bernie didn't have much meat left, so instead she went into Andrea's room and cut the brightly colored blouse Andrea had been wearing on the day she came into small patches and distributed them to the guests. Everyone thanked her, and she thanked everyone for coming. The last guests to leave were Charles and his family. "Is there going to be another party next year?" Charles asked. "Yeah Charlie." Bernie replied "Kirk is gone, but I think he would want me to carry on, maybe Todd and Adriana can take more active roles next year." "Then I'll see you next year Bernie." Charles said before getting into his Range Rover and driving off. "Yeah Charlie.' Bernie said to herself, "next year."