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Story Name: "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  (Part 16 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   For the past nine months, I had followed the porn career
of Aimee Embers like no one else possibly could have.  I
purchased all of her movies on either VHS or (preferably)
DVD the very moment they were made available to the public.
I even made a few compilation tapes of my own - with nothing
but scenes which included her.  I had watched all of her
movies and scenes so many times, I lost count long ago.
   Sometimes two or three times per day, I would search the
Internet for any breaking news about her, or her career.  I
had every single picture of her that floated around on the
Internet stored away on two CD-Rom disks.  I was also the
first-ever person to sign up for her website as a member -
which now had thousands of registered users.  Without a
shadow of a doubt, not only was Aimee Embers my favorite
pornstar, but I was her biggest, most dedicated fan as well.
   Of course, Aimee Embers and my Amy - the lovely red-head
here on the island - were the same person.  Considering how
much of a follower of hers I was during her somewhat brief,
but star-laced porn career, I'm sure there are some people
who would be surprised that I recently destroyed every
single movie of Amy's which I had in my possession.
   I roared up the fireplace just yesterday, and let all of
those VHS tapes and DVD disks burn until they were nothing
more than charred ruins.  Despite the fact I still watched
my favorite scenes from Amy's movies at least two days a
week, the ultimate decision to destroy them was quite easy.
   I never wanted to see one of those movies again after
hearing about what Amy put herself through both during and
after each filming.  After gang-bangs, Amy told me, she had
to take pain killers in order for her body to heal itself
from being at the mercy of so many strong, well-endowed men.
   Of the 19 movies she had starred in, Amy was gang-banged
in 15 of them.  Three of the remaining four had scenes where
she was double- or triple-penetrated.  I destroyed them all,
including the sole movie where she had a one-on-one tryst.
   Her movies were simply no longer endearing to me.  I had
no desire to ever watch these films again, realizing how
much pain and suffering Amy had experienced because of them.
The 28-year-old told me that sometimes, she barely made it
through a scene because of all pounding and abuse her body
took.  How could I derive pleasure from watching them now?
   So, all of those tapes and DVDs were a distant memory now.
No matter what, I would never watch them again.

                           * * *

   The person I held in my arms right now resembled anything
but a pornstar.  Amy was seated in my lap, the side of her
face planted firmly upon my upper chest.  Heavy tears were
streaking down that enchanting face as I had one arm wrapped
her body, with the other's hand massaging her head.  We were
nestled close together upon the swing on the front porch.
   "It's okay, dear," I whispered quietly, trying my absolute
best to raise Amy's spirits.  "You and Stephanie weren't ever
right for one another.  She wanted something from you, but
you could no longer give it to her.  It's really best that
things end now, instead of in the future."  I frowned and
added, "It would have only made things worse for you."
   "I was closer with her than I ever was with anyone else,"
Amy sobbed, sniffing her nose and rubbing her tear-soaked
eyes.  "I can't believe she's gone..."

                           * * *

   I frowned again as my body tingled with remorse.  Hours
ago, I drove Stephanie to the heli-pad on the opposite side
of the island.  The break-up between her and Amy was quiet
and peaceful, but not without heartache.  Stephanie's words
were what I feared they would be - if Amy couldn't dominate
her anymore, they had no relationship.
   It wasn't too long before Stephanie said that she wanted
to go home - to California.  She and Amy shared a mansion in
Palos Verdes Estates, which was a suburb of Los Angeles.
Stephanie said without Amy (or Aimee, as she likely thought
of her), there was no reason for her to stay on the island.
"I just want to go home to P-V-E," she told me earlier.
   I made a promise to myself long ago that if any of these
women ever wanted to go home - at any time, for any reason -
I would not stand in their way.  But it still hurt me.  Amy
was crying in the next room as I called the airport in Lima;
booking Stephanie on the next direct flight to Los Angeles.
   Amy went onto say that she did not care about their estate
or anything that was in it.  Stephanie could have it all,
with the minor exception of Amy's personal photo album.  It
would be mailed to the supply company in Lima which I dealt
with the earliest opportunity, and then shipped here.

   During the Jeep ride from the mansion to the heli-pad
(where my friend, Ian, would pick her up in his chopper), I
actually felt very uneasy and disturbed.  Stephanie was
explaining to me about how she NEEDED to be treated like a
submissive.  Stephanie could not SURVIVE without the pain
which was usually associated with being a submissive.
   I cringed when she told me that during the past week -
with Amy under strict orders from the doctor to do nothing
strenuous (no sex, among other things) - Stephanie got out a
leather strap and whipped herself with it.  The 25-year-old
explained to me in detail that she whipped her own breasts
repeatedly, as well as her stomach and her ass.
   "I need to be whipped at least twice a day," she told me.
"Too bad Mistress Aimee was unavailable to do it for me."
   Stephanie then spoke about what she was going to do once
she arrived home in Palos Verdes Estates.
   "First thing is first.  I'm going to my agent and tell
him that I want to make a new movie.  Hopefully, he can land
me a starring role.  I'm tired of being in Mistress Aimee's
shadow.  Then, I'm going to find me a new Mistress, or even
a Master.  Maybe both!  A married couple would be excellent!"
   I shook my head in response to those words, wondering
where Stephanie had gone wrong in life.  I already knew the
answer to that.  It was when she first came to the island.
   Still, Stephanie chose this new path in life herself.
Once a promising young nurse, she was now a full-fledged
pornstar who resorted to actually whipping herself in order
to "get off".  Stephanie came to the island several months
ago as a charming, friendly person.  Now, she was very
egotistical and self-centered.  The change was remarkable,
but also horrifying and very depressing.
   I even got the sense from her that she was irritated
because Amy could not provide her with what she needed this
past week.  It did not seem to matter to her that Amy had
what was perhaps a near-death experience, or that she was
under strict orders from the doctor to take it easy.  All
Stephanie seemingly cared about was her pain quotient.
   Perhaps worse than anything else was the simple fact that
Stephanie did not seem one bit distraught or unhappy that
her relationship with Amy was over.  She so openly talked
about finding others to satisfy her needs that I wondered
if Stephanie ever truly cared about Amy at all.

   Once we reached the heli-pad, I was happier than ever to
find Ian waiting for us.  He could take Stephanie off of my
hands.  I was nice and cordial with Stephanie, though I had
to force myself to kiss her on the cheek and wish her the
best of luck in life.  I told Stephanie that if she ever
needed any help, I would be here for her.
   As I drove back to the mansion, I said a prayer for her.
She was obviously headed down a wicked path of no return.
Hopefully, that path would not have a tragic ending.

                           * * *

   "You and 'Steph weren't right for one another," I said to
Amy, still holding and comforting her with my embrace.  "I
know it hurts, sweetheart.  But I honestly think your life
is going to improve from this point on.  All you have to do
is agree to stay here with us.  Lindsay and Devon already
said it's fine with them.  The decision is up to you."
   "You called me sweetheart," Amy smiled through her tears,
now looking up at me.  "You've been doing that a lot over
the past week.  No one has called me 'sweetheart' before.
If they did, it was very rare."
   "I call you sweetheart because you ARE a sweetheart," I
told her.  "Now I learned about the real you, Amy, I think
of you this way.  I'm not sure I thought of you as a true
sweetheart when you were hiding your true feelings, though."
   "You want me to be open and honest about myself," she
nodded.  "Yes, I know that.  I was thinking, Jeremy.  I want
to get rid of my non-sexual aggression just as much as you
want me to.  I want everyone here to like me."  She paused
and added, "What I really am, Jeremy... I'm submissive."  My
eyes went wide at those words.  "I think it would do me real
good if I acted as the island submissive."
   "I don't want another Stephanie running around," were my
words, as I vehemently shook my head.
   "No, not that type of submissive," Amy said.  "The type
where people tell me to do things, I do them... without
hesitation.  You could tell me to go to the maintenance shed
and get you a specific tool.  We could be at the beach, and
Lindsay could tell me to go the mansion and get her another
towel.  Maybe Jessica could tell me to help her with the
house-cleaning.  Things like that, Jeremy.  I think it would
help take away a lot of my usual aggression.  It would help
me settle down a lot, from the way I usually am."
   "What about if sex was involved?" I asked her.  "Would
your submissiveness extend toward that, too?"
   She nodded her head and replied, "Of course it would.  At
the same time, though, no one here is going to treat me the
way I treated Stephanie.  I won't have a collar and leash
on, and eat my meals on the floor.  I just... I want to make
others happy for a change.  That's what I want."
   "Is this the real you, though?" I wondered.  "Remember, I
only want you to stay on the island with us if you let your
true self out.  No hiding behind anything false."
   "It is the real me," she answered.  "Remember Jeremy, I
was a submissive for a whole group of men in Ohio before I
came to this island last year.  I was even submissive for
you, Jeremy."  She smiled and said, "Not only did I let you
tie me up once, but you also shaved my pussy bald."
   My heart literally skipped a beat the mere thought.  "Yes,
I do remember.  But still, did you do that in Ohio - with
those guys - as a way for them to like you?  Are you really,
truly a submissive, Amy?  That's what I'm asking."
   "I think so," she nodded.  "Up to that point in my life,
it was the happiest I've ever been.  Of course... that all
changed last year, when I get to know you, Jeremy.  I... I
have loved you since our very first night together."
   I smiled at her, my insides glowing in response to those
words.  "I remember that night all too well.  It was your
first day on the island.  Lindsay and Trish were getting
settled into their room.  Torrie and Gianna... well, they
were busy having sex with each other in their own room."
   "I was room-mates with Pamela then," Amy interjected,
which made me frown temporarily.  "I told her I was stepping
outside for a little bit to get a breath of fresh air.  I
went right to your suite, Jeremy."
   "You had that little chemise on, which drove me crazy
whenever I seen you wearing it," I grinned.
   "I played coy for a bit, then I gave you a handjob, and
you fucked me HARD," she went on.  "Then, I sucked your big
cock until you came and went back to my room with Pamela."
   I took a deep breath and told her, "I always wished you
spent that whole night with me, Amy.  I can't tell you how
excited you made me feel.  I never wanted it to end."
   "I didn't want to make Pamela jealous of you, or have her
feel lonely," Amy murmured.  "It was our very first night
together, too.  She sucked your cum right out of my pussy."
   Sighing, I hung my head low.  "Please don't talk about
Pamela, dear - especially like that.  I don't like being
reminded of her.  I... I still miss her."
   "I'm sorry, Jeremy," Amy said, placing the side of her
face upon my chest once more and hugging me tightly.  "I
know that you still miss her, and what she did to you was
really cruel.  Pamela didn't even give you a reason why."
   "It's okay, Amy," I sighed.  "Don't mention her name."
   "I don't see how anyone could leave you," the red-head
went on.  "You-know-who, or Victoria.  I think they were
both pretty stupid.  You're the nicest, most sincere guy I
have ever met, Jeremy.  All us women want is a good, strong
man who will love and care for us.  Someone is who open and
kind, considerate... very loving.  You're the definition of
that, Jeremy.  I just don't understand how anyone could
possibly leave you."
   Amy smiled and added, "You and I were born ten miles
apart in Ohio, three months apart.  I wish you stayed in
Ohio, Jeremy, instead of moving to New Jersey and then
California with your family.  Maybe we could have met in
high school.  I would have latched onto you and never let
you go.  My life... it would be so much better today."
   "Lindsay was nine years old when you and I graduated," I
told Amy.  "Just think of that.  And she was right down the
road from where you lived.  All three of us originated from
the same general area.  Now, years later, we're all together
and happy here on the island.  It's kind of strange."
   "I would have latched onto you back then, but you were in
New Jersey," Amy murmured.  "But now, I'm happy for you and
Lindsay.  Devon, too.  I just think you and Lindsay are the
perfect couple.  I even thought that last year, when you
decided to marry Pam... umm, you-know-who."
   "Why didn't you think that way about yourself, dear?"
   "You and Lindsay were perfect together," she replied.  "I
could tell that Lindsay absolutely adored you, Jeremy.  She
too, kept her feelings a secret.  She did not want to upset
that unmentionable person you later married.  But if anyone
belonged together, it was you and Lindsay."
   "I really should have married Lindsay in the first place,"
I sighed, frowning.
   "Lindsay is a wonderful girl," Amy chirped.  "I'm glad
that she is the one who you're going to settle down with.
You and her going to make each other so happy.  I'm just
glad that you've opened a little spot for me in your life.
I don't know yet if I'll take it, and stay on the island.
But it's good to know that the invitation is there."
   "Don't forget about Devon, sweetheart," I reminded her.
"I am going to marry her as well.  Lindsay, Devon and me are
all going to get married to each other.  All three of us."
   "I know you love Devon," Amy remarked.  "I know that her
and Lindsay are crazy about each other, too.  Lindsay loves
her so much more than she ever did Trish.  That's apparent.
I just... I wish I had someone in my life like that.  For a
long time, I thought it would be Stephanie."
   "You and her did go well together at first," I nodded.
   "I know," Amy frowned.  "It all changed, I guess, the
first time I put her into bondage.  I was just playing with
her, really.  But I guess I awakened a beast in her.  Ever
since that day, she wanted me to be my submissive.  'Steph
wanted me to treat her rough, degrade her, beat her..."
   "Please don't go into any details," I begged.
   "I'm not," Amy sniffed.  "It's just... after awhile, I
realized she did not care about me.  She wasn't happy unless
I had her in bondage.  I... I had no one else to turn to,
though.  I didn't want to lose Stephanie and be alone, so I
gave her what she wanted.  In the process, though, I felt
worse and worse about myself.  I knew one day, it would end."
   "And now, it is over," I told her.  "Stephanie is gone.  I
sincerely hope that she turns out okay in life.  I don't have
many good feelings about her current direction, though."
   "It's stereotypical of pornstars," Amy whined, "but I hope
Stephanie can stay away from drugs."  My eyes went wide as
she added, "Stephanie and I were offered drugs by a lot of
people.  Producers, directors, co-stars... I always stayed
clear of them, and made sure she did the same.  But now...
Stephanie won't have anyone to say `no' for her."
   "She used to be a nurse," I commented, shaking my head.
"Before I brought Stephanie to the island, I called her
supervisor in Connecticut and talked to him about her.  He
said she was one of the brightest, young nurses he had ever
seen.  Stephanie was going places in that hospital.  Now..."
I shook my head and went on, "You're afraid she may wind up
doing drugs.  I... I'm sorry I ever brought here to the
island in the first place.  I wish I chose someone else."
   "Whatever happens to her, it's not your fault," Amy said.
"It's not my fault, either.  It will be her fault."
   "She'd still live in Connecticut with her family, and be
a nurse if not for me," I corrected Amy.
   "Yes," the red-head countered.  "Still, not your fault.
Stephanie would have crumbled the very moment someone was
rough with her in bed - just like she did with me.  That
time would have come sooner or later.  Whatever happens to
her cannot be avoided.  It may be her destiny in life."
   Amy moaned and whined, "I just... I did my best to make
sure she kept her nose clean.  Stephanie is very gullible
and impressionable.  I hope she doesn't fall in with the
wrong crowd in Holly-porn-wood."
   "Maybe I should hire someone..." I mused.  "You know,
someone to watch over her, and make sure she stays out of
trouble.  A detective, but like a guardian."
   "Everyone on the island is attached except for me and
Jessica," Amy said, changing the subject.  "Christina and
Lisa are a hot item.  You, Lindsay and Devon.  I'd love to
get in close with Jessica.  I like her a lot."
   "Jessica seems a bit weary of you, Amy, for the way you
have treated her these past few weeks."
   "I know," she pouted.  "I let my aggression get the best
of me.  But I see a lot of Lindsay in Jessica.  She is just
so young and innocent, and sweet.  I wish I could go back in
time and change the things I've done to her."
   "You can't, though," I told her.  "And because of that,
she is weary of you.  If you want to change that, you should
be extra nice and friendly with her.  Just be yourself, Amy.
Maybe even apologize for basically pulverizing her in the
shower, her second day here.  She wasn't prepared for that."
   "Maybe you could put in a good word for Jessica with me?"
Amy half-begged.  "She likes you, Jeremy.  She'll listen to
you.  Could you do me that favor?"
   "I'll talk to Jessica, sure," I returned.  "I'm not going
to try and convince her one way or the other, though.  I've
always tried to let you girls make your own decisions.  I
don't like being an influence."
   "Why not?" Amy asked.  "Everyone who has stepped foot on
this island over the past year... their life is better
because of you, Jeremy.  Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Gianna,
Christina, Torrie, Jessica, Cassidy, Stephanie, Devon and me.
All of our lives are better because of you."
   "That's awfully kind to say, sweetheart.  But I'm not so
sure I agree with you about Gianna, Cassidy or Stephanie.
Maybe even Pamela, too.  Seems she was pretty unhappy here."
   "You gave Pamela fifty million dollars when you divorced
her!" Amy exclaimed.  "I think just because of that, her
life is better.  And... I'd bet right now, Pamela feels sorry
that she ever left you in the first place.  Pamela realizes
that her right place in life is with you, Jeremy."
   "Please..." I begged, shaking my head.  "I don't want to
talk about her.  Please..."
   "Gianna's life is better, too," Amy went on.  "You gave
her money for college before she left to go back home.  I
think Cassidy's is better, too.  Maybe you taught her some
morals, and the value of truth.  I see what you mean about
Stephanie, but I think in a way, her life is better too.
At least for the time being, she seems to have a purpose.
I do worry about her in the future, though."
   "You girls certainly have made my life better," I said.

                           * * *

   "AMY?" Jessica exclaimed, hours later, as the two of us
stood facing one another in the kitchen.  "Are you serious,
Jeremy?  You think I should give Amy a chance?  NO WAY!"
   "Amy is a good person, dear," I told her for perhaps the
fifth or sixth time.  "She had a near-death experience which
changed her outlook on life.  Amy is going to change a lot
of things about herself.  You should really at least give
yourself a chance to like her.  She really likes you."
   "Oh really?" Jessica returned, hands on hips.  "Maybe
that is why she led that rape of me in the shower."
   My eyes narrowed as I snapped, "She didn't rape you,
Jessica.  That was totally consenual.  I seen the whole
thing go down with my video cameras."
   Jessica sighed and countered, "Yes, I'm sorry.  Rape is
too bad of a word.  Amy just... she OVERPOWERED me that day.
I was so totally unexpecting it.  I had never been through
anything like that before.  I was really sore and achy for
a good three or four days afterward."
   "Amy is going to change her ways," I told her.  "And she
really does like you, Jessica.  You should give her a
chance.  Beneath that exterior is a real good person."
   "Amy just seems so... jaded," the luscious blonde said.
"So worn, and used.  How many guys did she take on in that
movie of hers we watched last week?  10 or 12?  How many
has she had sex with, total?  A hundred?  Two-hundred?  I
could never fall in love with someone like that."
   "Amy made some mistakes with her career," I mused.  "She
didn't think there was a way out until now, because of her
contract.  I'm going to buy her contract out for six million
dollars.  That's how much her boss wants.  All Amy wants now
is for someone to love and care for her."
   "Look at what Amy made me do to Lindsay," Jessica added.
"With that big, giant dildo... she made me do Lindsay.  I
admit I liked it at first.  But afterward, I couldn't
believe that I used that dildo on her.  It was so nasty and
disgusting.  Amy awoke a part of me that I never want to see
again.  If I get in close with her, she may bring it out."
   "You make it sound like you're unhappy here, dear," I
told her.  "If you want, you can go home at any time."
   "Oh no," Jessica returned.  "I need the money.  A thousand
dollars per day for being a maid... I can handle it.  My only
alternative is to go back home and make seven bucks an hour."
   "I will pay you whatever amount you would have made here
for the whole summer if you rather go home," I told her.  "I
don't want any of my girls here - including you - to be the
least bit unhappy.  Take the money, Jessica, and run."
   "No," she countered.  "I do like it here.  I like you,
Jeremy.  You're so nice.  And I especially like Christina.
I just... I don't like everyone here.  But it's like that no
matter where you go in life."
   "Who don't you like?" I asked, curious.
   "Lindsay and Amy come to mind," Jessica answered.
   "LINDSAY?" I exclaimed, taken back.  "Why in the world
don't you like Lindsay?"
   "Not so much I don't like her, I guess.  It's just that
Lindsay rubs me the wrong way sometimes.  She acts like she
is 12 or 13 with some of the things she says and does.  I
guess, maybe that is to impress you, Jeremy.  I don't know."
   Jessica paused and added, "Plus, I heard about what
Lindsay did with my Grandma."
   "Louisa?" I asked in shock, my eyes wide.  "Who told you
about that?"
   "I overheard Lindsay and Devon talking one day," she told
me.  "It seems like Grandma kind of forced herself on
Lindsay.  Still, though... it's a disgusting thought."
   "I know it is," I agreed.  "But that was just Lindsay
being Lindsay.  She couldn't control herself."
   "That's another thing I don't like here," Jessica said.
"It's just Lindsay being Lindsay.  Amy can brutalize whoever
she wants, whenever she wants.  You can spy on us with your
surveillance cameras.  This place isn't reality, Jeremy.
This island is like a fantasy world.  It's a sex colony...
seemingly millions of miles away from the rest of
civilization.  Maybe that is what you wanted, Jeremy."
   "You have Amy and Stephanie here, two nasty pornstars.
Or at least, you DID have Stephanie here until just today.
Lindsay is a do-anything slut.  Lisa is quiet and hardly
ever says anything, but will have sex at a moment's notice.
Even Christina is a slut.  Devon is the most mature woman
here, the most level-headed.  But even she will strip her
clothes off and have sex with anyone, at any time."
   "And what you're telling me, Jessica, is that you're not
like this?" I asked her.  "Correct?"
   "No way!" she shot back.  "I've seen more here in less
than a month than I've seen my entire life."
   "You're very welcome to go home, then," I told her.  "As
I said, I will pay you the full amount you would have made."
   "The island does have its good qualities," the 21-year-old
countered.  "It's so beautiful.  It's a paradise.  Plus, as I
said, I really like Christina.  She may be a slut like all of
the others here, but I like her."
   "I don't want you calling these girls sluts," I said, my
voice trembling.  "We're all a bunch of close friends who
are having a good summer together.  It's just our group.  No
one else has been invited, or will be invited."
   "Lindsay isn't a slut?" Jessica wondered.  "She had sex
with my 76-year-old grandmother.  She had sex with your
ex-fiancee, Victoria, behind your back.  From what I've
heard, she's made porn movies with Amy which were broadcast
on the Internet.  You, yourself, Jeremy.  You called Lindsay
a slut.  I've heard you say that many times."
   "I call Lindsay a slut in a good way," I corrected her.
"I call her a slut in a very loving way.  Still, that does
not give you the right to call her a slut."
   "Don't get me started about Amy, either," Jessica said.
"She's the biggest slut of them all.  Amy has probably been
with hundreds of men and women.  And you expect me to give
her a chance?  I could never love someone like that.  I
don't care if she has changed or not.  The fact remains that
Amy was once a pornstar.  She led a gang-bang of me in the
shower when I was least expecting it.  I'm not even sure
that there is any love in her.  Amy's just a sex machine."
   "Go home, Jessica," I told her.  "I'll pay you."
   "No," she returned, shaking her head.  "I want to stay.
I don't want any free hand-outs.  I want to earn my money.
Plus, as I said, I like Christina.  I like you too, Jeremy."
   "Don't you think of me as the ringleader?" I wondered.
"A girl here last winter - Cassidy - she said I'm a pimp."
   "I don't look at you that way, no," Jessica answered.
"I look at you, Jeremy, and wonder why you're on an island
like this.  You have all that money.  You're going to give
Amy's boss six million dollars.  You make it sound like a
dime or a quarter to you.  It seems to me that you should
own some big mansion in California, and lead parties there
each and every week.  You should be out and about.  Running
a sex colony... seems you could do much better than this."
   "This is not a sex colony," I corrected her.  "We're all
a bunch of close, open-minded friends.  I'm sorry you don't
understand that, Jessica.  I have been up and down the road
with all of these girls before.  We're like a big, extended
family.  I'm not a slave merchant, as you may think.  All of
you ladies are free to do whatever you want here."
   "If you were like the rest of these girls, Jeremy, I
would have left long ago," Jessica mused.  "Lindsay is wild
and precocious.  Amy is a nasty slut.  You, Jeremy... you're
the most quiet and reserved person here.  I like that.  I
know I can talk to you about anything which happens here."
She paused and added, "And I know when I talk to you, your
hands won't mysteriously gravitate toward my body to touch
me.  Everyone else I talk to here, that seems to happen.
Plus, as I said, I like the money.  A thousand bucks a day."
   "If you don't want the other girls to touch you, you
should speak up and say so," I suggested.  "None of them,
not even Amy, are as bad as you think.  They will respect
you and your wishes if you speak up."
   "Amy wouldn't," Jessica said, shaking her head.
   "Yes she would," I countered.  "Amy knows that she has
you a bit scared and uneasy.  Why do you think she has
stayed away from you for the past two weeks?  This week,
sure... she had the medical scare.  But the week before
that, she stayed away from you then, too.  Amy feels bad
that she treated you rough.  But she thought you wanted it."
   "That's funny," Jessica chuckled softly.  "Maybe she had
the idea I wanted it, as you say, simply because I was here.
All of the other girls here seem to want it.  Why should I
be any different?  That must have been her thought process."
   I shook my head and told her, "I just think you should go
home, Jessica.  You sound very unhappy here.  I'll... I'll
double your money if you go home.  Two thousand per day,
including the next two months."
   "Well, if you put it that way..." she said, her eyes wide.


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