I hang up the phone. "Son-of-a-Bitch!" I say to myself. I start walking down the hallway towards Kelly's room. I stop at her door. I don't want to do this! But I have too! "What do I say to her? How do I tell her her 18th Birthday present is to be butchered for tonight's BBQ?" I think to myself.

KNOCK! KNOCK! "Well this is it." I say to myself. "Kelly. Honey. It's time to get up." I say to her through the door. "Come in." I hear her say. I open the door. I hesitate. Then I step into her bedroom. "Good morning Birthday girl!" I say, trying to sound cheerful. I see Kelly laying on her bed. Her sheet and blanket kicked down to the end of her bed. She's wearing a half tank top shirt, and a pair of panties. Her right arm stretched over her head. Her tank top is pulled up exposing her right breast. "Good morning Daddy!" she says sleepily. "Kelly, please pull your top down." I say. She pulls her top down covering her breast. "Sorry Daddy. But it was hot last night!" she says. "I understand." I say.  "Sorry I haven't been able to buy you a new AC." "It's okay." she says sweetly. I walk over to her bed, and sit down on the edge. Kelly sits up and slides over beside me. Her blonde hair slightly dis-shoveled. "Well today is your 18th Birthday. How does it feel?" I ask. "I feel the same as I did yesterday, silly!" she says. "Baby... I don't know how to tell you this." I say. " What is it Daddy?" she asks. "Well... you know tonight is the 4th of July celebration and BBQ." I say. "Yes Daddy. I really look forward to all the fireworks!" she says. "Is there some kind of problem? We are going aren't we?" "Well... yes." I say. "So what's up?" She says. "I just got a call about the celebration tonight. There are some extra guests coming. And there is not enough meat for everybody. There was a special Meat Lottery drawing." I tell her. "Okay, so what's the problem?" she asks. "I don't know how to say this. But since today is your 18th Birthday... your name had to be added." I say. "Yes, I know that." she says. "Well... your name was drawn." I say sadly. "What?" she says. "You mean... I'm not going as a guest... but as part of the main course?" "Yes. I'm sorry Baby." I say. Almost breaking into tears. "OH SHIT!" she says. "I'm going to die and be eaten on my Birthday?" "I'm afraid so." I tell her. " Isn't there anything you can do?" she asks. "I could refuse to follow the order. But you know what would happen." I tell her. "Yes Daddy. And I can't let anything happen to you!" She says bravely. "Okay Daddy, I understand, and I accept my fate!" "The only problem is, I can't do this to you! I will call Frank's Meats, and have them come over and pick you up." I tell her with a tear in my eye. "Oh no, Daddy! I don't want anyone else to do this! Please Daddy, I want you to do this! Please?" She says with a tremble in her voice. "Kelly, are you sure you want me to... butcher you?" I ask. "Yes Daddy!" she says. "Okay Baby. I'll do it. But I don't want to do this to you. I will hate myself for the rest of my life!" I tell her. "Please Daddy, don't hate yourself! It's okay. I'm okay with my fate! I love you Daddy!" She says with a smile. "Okay Baby. Well... I guess you should go jump into the shower and get cleaned up. Then come on down to the shop. Don't worry about getting dressed." I tell her. "Okay Daddy. Thanks for doing this for me." she says. Then she leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. She gets up, and heads into her bathroom. I sit there for a moment. I look around Kelly's bedroom. Seeing all of her keepsakes and memories. "In less than an hour, she will be dead, by my hands, and processed. Then to be taken to the Fairgrounds and put over a BBQ pit to start roasting  as part of tonight's main course." I think to myself. I hear the shower start up, and my Baby step into it, and slide the shower door closed. And hang my head and cry.                                                                                To be continued!