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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 12  
Date: Tue,  4 Dec 2001 10:10:01 -0500
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 12 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   The sound of torrential rainfall bulleting itself upon the
big picture window in my personal suite was what finally woke
me up on this dreary December morning.  The wind howled and
gusted outside as well, providing me with the stark reminder
that despite living in paradise, this island was not immune
from the occasional severe rain and electrical storm.
   I was awake in bed but did not move for several seconds,
waiting to see if there were any thunder claps or lightning
bolts which accompanied the rain.  Fortunately, there wasn't.
Past experiences of mine with Lindsay told me that the docile
19-year-old was horribly afraid of any type of lightning.  I
did not enjoy seeing Lindsay scared or upset, despite the
fact that I usually wound up with the honor of comforting
and consoling her (with soothing hugs and tender kisses).  I
much rather do those things in a happier environment...

   Those thoughts concerning Lindsay reminded me of the
prior evening, when Trish made her long-overdue return to
the island.  Lindsay and Trish had finally been reunited,
and I was there to take part in the ensuing celebration
(which was several hours of three-some sex between us).  As
things turned out, it was a truly incredible occasion.
   Considering how Lindsay and Trish fell asleep with me
here on the bed, sometime in the wee hours of the morning,
I naturally wondered where both of them were now.  Neither
lady was anywhere at all to be found, which was a major
disappointment.  I had been looking forward to waking up
with Lindsay snuggled on one arm, and Trish on the other.
   It is very hard to describe the feeling of what it is
like to wake up with two gorgeous, beautiful women all
snuggled up close against me.  Unfortunately, I did not
get to experience that feeling this particular morning.
   Sitting up in bed, I shook my head vigorously, trying to
jar the last remnants of tired sleep loose.  The digitized
alarm clock beside me read 8:54am.  Did Lindsay and Trish
run off together already?  If they did, I thought to myself,
I hoped they were still inside the mansion.  The rainstorm
outside was getting more grim and nasty by the second.

   My senses suddenly came alive when I heard a splash of
water from somewhere off to my left side.  I looked in that
direction, and noticed the restroom door was completely open,
with the light on inside.  Another splashing noise, followed
by Lindsay's unmistakable giggle was all that I needed to
hear.  She was inside, and I'd wager that Trish was, too.
   Throwing on a pair of shorts which had been laying upon
the floor, I got up from the bed and ventured toward the
restroom.  I knocked on the door first, then stuck my head
around the corner and immediately smiled at what I saw.
   Both Lindsay and Trish were seated inside the spacious
bathtub, luxuriating in both the feeling of togetherness,
and a sea of soapy, thick bubbles.  Indeed, a bubble-bath
was on the menu here as Lindsay reclined backwards upon
Trish's voluptuous, well-developed chest within the bathtub.
   With glowing smiles all around, it was rather obvious
how much these two enjoyed being back together.  As I have
said many times in the past, Lindsay and Trish belonged with
each other.  This was exactly where they should be.
   "Hi Jeremy," Lindsay giggled, raising a soapy hand and
waving it at me.  "You finally wake up?  I hope you don't
mind us using your tub..."
   "No, not at all," I replied, my eyes wide as I stared at
the duo of blonde goddesses as they were curled together.
   "I wanted to take a shower," Trish told me.  "The big,
group shower room in the guest corridor was always a lot of
fun during the summer, Jeremy.  But Lindsay said her and I
could have a lot more fun here, with a private bubble-bath."
   "Bubble-baths are VERY romantic," Lindsay said, before
turning her head and kissing Trish upon the cheek.
   I smiled at the pair of angels.  I preferred all of the
ladies to bathe in the group shower room, simply because it
promoted even more togetherness amongst them.  It also
proved to be a wonderful mating grounds for sexual play.
   Lindsay was right, however, in saying that bubble-baths
were romantic.  So, I did not mind her and Trish borrowing
my bathtub for that purpose on this fine morning.

   Their relationship, after all, had been built on romance.

   "How long have you two been awake?" was my next question.
"I thought both of you would sleep a lot longer today."
   "I'm still tired out from yesterday, and all those air
miles," Trish commented.  "But Lindsay woke me up about an
hour ago."  The 25-year-old kissed her young lover's neck
and grinned, "She's a little bundle of tireless energy."
   I smiled at Trish, even though a tiny voice within my
mind was wondering why I wasn't awakened too, and invited
to this bubble-bath party.  On the other hand, however, I
realized that Lindsay and Trish had a lot of time to make
up.  I didn't need to be there every second along the way.
   "It's only an hour until breakfast," I told them.  "It's
at ten o'clock sharp, every morning... just like the summer.
Are you two going to be able to make it in time?"
   "Oh yeah," Lindsay replied.  "We'll be there."
   I smiled at the charming couple once again.  "I'll be
looking for you there, then.  I'm sure that Pamela, Torrie
and Amy will be looking for you as well, Trish."
   "I do plan to bury the hatchet with Amy," Trish said to
me.  "I don't like what she tried to do with Lindsay in the
summer-time, but it's water under the bridge now."
   "That's the spirit," I told her, my insides warming.  "I
hope you and Amy can start over, and be friends again."  I
paused and added, "I'll see you two ladies in an hour."

   I turned to walk away, but Lindsay's voice stopped me.

   "Oh Jeremy?"
   "What is it, dear?" I asked, looking back at her.
   "Trish wanted to apologize," she replied, to which the
Canadian squinted her eyes in confusion.
   "For what?" I asked, curious.
   "For bringing this bad weather from Toronto with her!"
Lindsay said in a jovial, lively voice.  "This rain... it's
ALL her fault!"
   For her words, Lindsay received a playful smack upside
her head - from Trish.  The two ladies giggled together in
unison while I shook my head in amazement at them.  Lindsay
and Trish were BORN for each other...

                           * * *

   Moments before breakfast was slated to begin, Pamela
pulled me off to the side for some private words.  The
remainder of the ladies - including Lindsay and Trish -
were all seated at the dining table in the common room.  I
was very happy to see that Amy and Trish were having a
friendly, energetic discussion amongst one another, too...
   "Not to dampen your mood or anything," Pamela said to
me in a low tone, "but Torrie was still in a pretty bad
state of mind last night.  All she did was cry."
   I sighed and shook my head in disenchantment at those
grave words.  "I was afraid that she may still feel that
way.  I don't think any of us realize how much she loved
Lindsay."  I looked at Torrie, who sat quietly at the
breakfast table, while everyone else was lively and talking
up a storm.  "Do you think I should talk to her again?" I
asked, turning my attention back to Pamela.
   "No," my wife answered.  "Not yet.  I talked to her last
night.  I just think she needs a little time to get over the
fact that she cannot have Lindsay."  Pamela sighed and
added, "I was thinking of asking her if she'd like to go on
a long nature walk with me today.  You know, to help get her
mind off of things.  But we can't; not with this rain..."
   I pouted for a quick instant, before leaning forward and
pecking the tip of her nose with a kiss.

   Pamela was, in many ways, the matriarch of the island.  I
was proud of her for that fact.  Her caring and thoughtful
nature extended toward all of the girls, and Pamela would do
whatever it took to make sure they were happy and content.
That quality was just one of reasons why I loved her so much.

   "Still, you can be with her," I offered.  "You and Torrie
always had a good time in the weight room during the summer.
Why not go there for some exercise after breakfast?"
   "We are," Pamela said.  "But Trish is going, too.  You
know, it was the three of us in the weight room almost every
single day in the summer-time.  We always did have a good
time, as you said.  Hopefully it can be that way, again."
   "Is Lindsay going, too?" I asked, already knowing the
answer to that question.
   "Of course," Pamela replied, before cracking a smile.
"Trish said we could take turns bench-pressing Lindsay."  I
chuckled at the thought, imagining what it would be like to
see the frail, 90-something pound teen in that predicament.
   "That would be a sight," I grinned.
   "Looks like it's time for breakfast," Pamela said, as our
75-year-old housekeeper, Louisa, wheeled the big buffet cart
into the common room.  "Hmmmmm," Pamela grinned, looking at
me.  "The food sure does smell yummy this morning."
   "Did you expect any less, dear?" I asked, incredulously.

                           * * *

   As could be expected, the breakfast buffet which Louisa
had prepared for us turned out to be another rousing feast.
During the hour-long eating period, Trish was introduced to
the three newcomers (Devon, Cassidy and Stephanie), and got
better acquainted with them in the process.  In addition,
Trish and Amy continued to get along in a fine fashion.  I
was, perhaps, most happy for that.
   Unfortunately, one woman who didn't seem to get all that
involved in the lively discussion was, of course, Torrie.
For most of breakfast, she sat silently by with a somber
expression upon her face, and didn't say much of anything.
   I did detect a moment of extreme jealousy from Torrie,
however, when Lindsay threw her arms around Trish for an
energetic, spirited embrace.  Stephanie was telling a joke
at the time, and everyone was laughing - except Torrie and
myself.  While I found the joke funny, I felt sick inside
because Torrie was in the midst of getting beaten mentally.

   Seeing the look on her face as Lindsay and Trish shared a
hug almost felt like someone had stuck a dagger in my heart.

   However, no one else seemed to notice.  Only Pamela,
Lindsay and yours truly were aware of Torrie's feelings
concerning the 19-year-old.  The three of us had promised
to keep it a secret from everyone else - including Trish.
We figured that if Torrie wanted the others to know of her
pain and anguish, she would offer the information herself.
   One person who sensed Torrie's negative mood, albeit a
bit late, was Pamela.  Pamela was having such a good time
during the conversation with the other ladies that it took
her awhile to catch on to Torrie's state of mind.  When she
did, however, Pamela's mood matched mine - concern.
   My wife and I made eye contact, and the look on her face
told me that something needed to be done here - and soon.
Otherwise, Torrie will have dug herself so deep a hole, it
may take her several years to climb out of it.

   Remembering my ex-fiancee, I knew the feeling too well...

                           * * *

   Seated in my personal suite, several hours later, I could
not believe the thoughts which were going through my mind.
All of these women - Torrie, Pamela, Lindsay, Devon, Trish,
Amy, Cassidy and Stephanie, as well as Lisa, Christina and
even Gianna before them - were absolute angels to me.  Each
of them had improved my life in varying ways.  They meant
the absolute world to me.  Losing any single one of them,
for whatever reason, would be simply devastating.

   Why was I going to ask Torrie if she wanted to go home?

   I wrestled with the thought in my mind, but not for long.
Torrie could not go on like this - pining over Lindsay while
seeing her so happy with Trish at the same time - all that
much longer.  It would destroy her.
   I thought at first that she may be able to fight through
this, but now it was pretty apparent that was not going to
be the case.  Torrie was being mutilated inside over this.
   I could say that I was going to ask Torrie if she wanted
to go home because of the other ladies, as well.  Torrie
could, quite possibly, put a damper on the upcoming holiday
season with her sulky attitude.  Plus, she could eventually
cause a rift in the relationship between Lindsay and Trish.
   However, those were NOT my reasons.  I was thinking ONLY
of Torrie, and her well-being.  Nothing else factored into
my thoughts on the subject.  I wanted her to be happy but as
things seemed now, she was in the deepest depths of despair.
   On the other hand, if Torrie went home, would things be
any better for her?  According to the discussion I had with
the 26-year-old just two days ago, it didn't seem that way.
Torrie had lost a great deal of her friends because of her
decision to get into porn, and her family frowned upon her
because of it, too.  Was there anything to go home to?
   If she left the island, Torrie wouldn't have to deal with
the pain of seeing Lindsay - the one person she loves - with
Trish any longer.  At the same time, however, Torrie would
be right back in a place - California - where she felt she
was no longer welcome.

   I always try to look at things in a positive light... but
this sure did look like a no-win situation.

   Thus, I made the decision to give Torrie the choice as to
whether or not she wanted to return home, to Los Angeles.
Considering the circumstances, I also decided that Torrie
would receive the full $3,000,000 - her scheduled earnings
for spending the whole winter on the island - despite the
fact she had only been here for a week.  Perhaps she could
use the money to move elsewhere, and start over in life...

                           * * *

   After checking on Torrie's whereabouts with the help of
my voyeur room, I went directly to the recreation area.  The
beautiful, statuesque blonde was there, reading a magazine
while perched upon the sofa.
   As could be expected, Torrie's overall mood and demeanor
had not improved all that much since breakfast.
   "Hi sweetheart," I quietly said, approaching her slowly
while offering a friendly smile.  "Can I have a minute?"
   "Sure," she sighed, placing the magazine down.
   "You're obviously not in a very good state of mind right
now," I said, taking a seat next to her.  I grabbed ahold of
Torrie's hand and looked directly into her eyes.  "I know
that you were incredibly hurt, sweetheart, by what happened
between you and Lindsay."
   "Incredibly hurt does not describe it," Torrie offered.
"It doesn't even BEGIN to describe it."  I nodded my head.
"I just wish that Lindsay and I could be together.  Don't
worry, though.  I'll get over it.  Eventually.  I hope..."
   I flashed her a faint (hopeless) smile.  "It sure doesn't
seem that way, sweetheart.  You're all down in the dumps."
   "Yeah..." she agreed, her voice trailing off.  "Maybe so.
But I think you can understand the reason why."
   I took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.  Yes, I
understood her feelings all too well.
   "I am trying to be happy for Lindsay and Trish," Torrie
added.  "And, I am.  I want Lindsay to be happy.  I just
wish I was the one who made her happy, instead of Trish."
   "I can't believe that I'm about to say this, Torrie,"
were my words.  "I care about you... I love you.  I love
all of you girls.  But I can't stand to see you unhappy."
I paused and continued, "This is hard to say... but, I feel
it is necessary.  Would... you be better off, if you were..."

   In mid-sentence, my words were cut off by the sound of
someone knocking on the door to the recreation room.  Torrie
and I looked over immediately, and saw the duo of Pamela and
Lindsay standing in the doorway.

   "Hi there," Pamela said, smiling and waving her hand in
greeting toward us.  "I see you two are having a talk, but
Lindsay here... she has something to say to Torrie.  Is it
okay if we come in?"
   "Of course," I said, wondering what this could be.
   "Hi Lindsay," Torrie said, offering a half-hearted smile.
   The 19-year-old's smile, on the other hand, was unique
and heartfelt.  She approached Torrie, and stood above her.
"Hi Torrie," Lindsay returned, dropping down to a crouched
position so she and the blonde could look eye-to-eye.  "Let
me get straight to the point.  I appreciate the fact that
you told me about your feelings.  You love me... and I care
about you.  I care about you a great, great deal."
   "You care about Trish a whole lot more, though," Torrie
said.  "It's okay, though.  Well... not really.  I just wish
that you and me could be together.  I really do."
   "I was in love with Trish the very first moment I saw
her," Lindsay remarked.
   "And I was in love with you when I first saw you, too,"
Torrie said to Lindsay, in exasperation.
   The teen-ager closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps lost
in thought.  When she opened them, she looked squarely at
Torrie and said, "I've talked with both Pamela and Trish."
Pamela smiled at those words as Lindsay continued, "All of
us think that it would be best if you, Torrie, were to move
back into the same room with me... and Trish."
   Torrie's eyes were wide and bulging in response to those
words.  In fact, she didn't even have anything to say at
first.  Perhaps Torrie was too surprised, or stunned?
   "Trish doesn't know a thing about how you're feeling,"
Lindsay added, patting Torrie's wrist with her hand.  "I
talked to her, and she said it would be great if you moved
in with us.  You and her have always gotten along real good
together."  The little blonde paused, then smiled.  "All of
us could be together.  And who knows?  Maybe you, me and
Trish... maybe we could all grow to love each other, too."
   Torrie's eyes were not the only ones which were about to
burst.  Mine were, too.  This was quite a nice surprise...
   "What do you say, Torrie?" Lindsay asked, standing up and
extending her hand.  "Would you like that?  Would you like
to move in with me and Trish, and be our roomy?"  Lindsay
punctuated those words by offering perhaps the sweetest,
most genuine smile I had EVER seen in my life.

   It took a few seconds, but Torrie eventually smiled and
nodded her head in acceptance.

   She grabbed ahold of Lindsay's hand and said, "I'd love
that, honey."  Torrie stood up, and traded a series of
smiles with Lindsay, then Pamela, and Lindsay yet again.
   The two ladies hooked their arms together and turned to
walk away, but Torrie stopped and looked back at me.
   "What were you going to say to me, Jeremy?" she asked.
   "OH!" I returned, being so overjoyed that I momentarily
forgot what I had come here for.  That would be, of course,
to ask Torrie if she wanted to return home.  "It was nothing
important, dear," I said to her.  "Nothing at all."
   Torrie flashed me a charming smile, then turned her head
and walked out of the room with Lindsay - going arm-in-arm.
   "I'll catch up with you two later," Pamela said, calling
out to the pair of ladies.

   With a big smile upon my face - and a tremendous amount
of relief and joy within my heart - I turned toward Pamela
and shook my head in amazement.

   "This was all your doing... wasn't it?" I said to her, my
smile wide and looming.
   "Not all of it," she replied.  "I simply... SUGGESTED...
to Lindsay that she talk to Trish, and see if it would be
okay if Torrie moved in with them.  Lindsay doesn't want to
see Torrie all sad and depressed.  She cares about Torrie."
   I smiled, knowing my wonderful wife was the driving force
behind this.  "What are you going to do for a room-mate?"
   "Oh, I don't know," Pamela replied.  "Maybe I can do what
we did at the end of the summer.  Whatever girl spends the
night with you... I'll stay with her room-mate.  That means,
just like you... I get a different girl every night, too."
   I smiled at her and said, "Quite the creative one, huh?"
   "I don't know if this will solve all of the problems that
Torrie is having," Pamela commented.  "Her moving in with
Trish and Lindsay... it could backfire.  But I think it was
the only thing that we could do.  Torrie was so unhappy."
   "Let's hope it doesn't backfire," I said, crossing my
fingers and holding them before my wife's lovely face.
"Hopefully all three of them can fall in love, together.
Seeing Torrie smile now... I think it was the first TRUE
smile I have seen from her in the past couple of days."
   "Speaking of that rotation system," Pamela cooed, "just
who is on your menu tonight, Jeremy?"
   "Devon," I replied, gulping my throat at the prospect.
   "Oh," Pamela grinned.  "I'm sure you'll love that."
   "Maybe," I told her, my tone uneven.

   Devon was going to have some questions to answer tonight,
concerning her prior comments about not only Pamela and
yours truly, but our marriage as well.  Was she a problem?
   Anyone who posed any sort of a threat to my relationship
with Pamela... well, they were not welcome on my island.  I
was going to get some straight answers from Devon - TONIGHT.


                  <<<- End of Part 12 ->>>


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