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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  Part 21
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  (Part 21 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "That's the one gripe I've always had about you, Jeremy,"
Pamela said, shaking her head as she sat at the table in
front of me.  "You think you can solve the world's problems
with your money.  You can't.  Nor can you solve MY problems,
or Trish's problems, with your money."
   "I never said my money would solve your problems," I told
her, seated upon the floor below her.  "But it will give you
a good kick-start in life.  I'll set up a trust fund for
both you and Trish.  You'll get X amount of dollars from it
every week for the rest of your life, or until you decide
you don't want - or need - it anymore."
   "I don't want your money in the first place," Pamela
whined, shaking her head once more.  "Look at this place,
Jeremy.  Look around you.  This is my house.  This is where
I live.  This house is where I belong.  You may have bought
it, but I helped you re-decorate everything last year.  Over
half the things in here, I helped you pick out.  I'm supposed
to be your wife.  This house is where I belong."
   "It's not your house anymore, Pamela," I countered, unable
to hold back a frown.  "I'm sorry."
   "This isn't right..." Pamela murmured.
   "It isn't right what you and Trish did to me and Lindsay,
either," I told her.  "You should have trusted me, Pamela.
I promised you long ago that I would never let anything bad
happen to you.  You had to trust me first, before I would be
able to follow through on that promise.  You didn't."
   "Cassidy would have still told the media," Pamela said.
"You couldn't have stopped that, Jeremy.  All of our names
would be linked to prostitution, and our families and
friends would have been absolutely ashamed of us.  All of
us.  It could be proven not to be true, but still, our names
would be out there and tarnished forever."
   "We would have found a way through it," I said quietly.
"At one time, Pamela, you and I could have gotten through
anything - as long as we were together."
   Also seated at the table, Trish pouted and said, "Cassidy
should still be alive - holding that axe over our heads.  I
think it may be better that way, compared to what happened
to us today.  This is WORSE than our worst nightmare.  You
don't want Pamela back, Jeremy, and Lindsay hates me."  She
began crying softly and added, "Pamela and I... we did what
we thought was best for everyone, and their safety..."
   "The money will do both of you good," I told them.  "I'll
set up trust funds for both of you.  Pamela, you can finish
college and become a teacher.  Isn't that what you always
wanted?  Trish, you're a certified fitness instructor.  What
were you doing working at some dive restaurant?"
   "Jobs are hard to find in California," she replied.  "All
I could do was work at that restaurant.  Either that, or
strip with Pamela.  I couldn't put myself through that."
   "You won't need to strip anymore, Pamela, with this trust
fund," I said.  "You're better than that.  You don't need to
subject yourself to that.  You could finish college and work
part-time, and still have some money left over."
   "I'm not going to give either of you millions of dollars.
I want both of you to be active.  I want you to work, and do
things.  I want you to go out and meet people.  I want you
to find someone special to spend your lives with.  I think
four-hundred dollars per week, tax-free, would be a good
stipend.  You two could get your lives back together."
   "How many teachers do you know who used to be strippers?"
Pamela sighed.  "The two professions just don't mix.  I've
always known that, but didn't admit it to myself until I
came to the island last year."
   "Then study something different than secondary education,"
I told her.  "I'm going to help you succeed in life as much
as I possibly can.  I want both of you to trust in that."
   "I don't want your money!" Pamela cried.  "I want to be
back where I belong - with you, on this island!"
   I took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm sorry, dear, but
that's not going to happen.  I'm all but engaged to both
Lindsay and Devon.  I don't blame you for anything bad that
happened anymore.  Cassidy did have that axe over your head.
I'll just say that you should have trusted in me."
   I paused before continuing, "Why don't you two get cleaned
up?  Take a shower... take a nice, long bath.  Both of you
need it.  Think my offer over.  We'll get some food in you,
and you can spend the night.  I'll have you both on a flight
tomorrow morning to anywhere in the world you want to go."
   "I want to be here..." Pamela reiterated, sobbing.
   "Dinner tonight?  Spend the night?" Trish exclaimed.  "I
don't see how that is possible, Jeremy.  Lindsay hates me.
Devon probably hates me now, too.  I'm sure they feel the
same way about Pamela, as well.  We're not welcome here."
   "I'll have a talk with both Lindsay and Devon," I nodded.
"Tempers got way too far out of hand today.  We're all going
to settle down.  We may not have the greatest night, but at
least it will be a peaceful one.  I promise you that."

                           * * *

   Being a very cynical and untrusting person, I wanted to
verify as much of Pamela and Trish's story as I could.  It's
not that I thought they were lying to me about Cassidy and
her blackmail scheme.  I just wanted to be sure about it.
   I made a telephone call to a business associate of mine
in the United States and asked him to run a trace on
Pamela's social security number.  I wanted to know if my
ex-wife had worked at a strip club outside of San Francisco
for the past five months - as she claimed she had.
   My friend on the telephone told me that indeed, Pamela
was an employee of the club.  I then looked it up on the
Internet.  One website which reviewed various clubs gave
Pamela's just one star, saying it was a sleaze joint.  I
cringed at the thought of my ex-wife having to make ends
meet in what sounded like a horrible environment.
   I then gave my associate friend Cassidy's social security
number.  He ran a trace on it as well.  She hadn't worked in
several months.  It took awhile, but he was able to access
her bank records, too.  There was a deposit for $50 million
made to her account on March 2nd of this year.  Just days
before that, my divorce with Pamela had been finalized and I
wired her own account that exact amount - $50 million.
   My last bit of detective work was to scour the websites
for newspapers in the San Francisco and Oakland area.  I
searched for Cassidy's name and indeed, she had been killed
in a four-car accident just two days ago.  The article said
that Cassidy had been driving a Porsche.  Makes sense...
   Pamela and Trish had been telling the truth.  They did
not make any of this up.

                           * * *

   As I turned off the computer, perhaps the realization of
everything I had been told thus far today finally set in.
Needless to say, I suddenly felt sick.  I covered my face
with both hands and started crying like a small child.
   How could Cassidy be so EVIL?  I understood that she
wanted the divorce settlement from Pamela.  I did not
condone it in anyway, but I certainly understood why she
wanted all that money for herself.  Perhaps Cassidy felt
as though she deserved it?  That was bad enough...
   But how could Cassidy, in good conscience, destroy my
marriage with Pamela the way that she did?  How could she
do the same to Lindsay and Trish, as well?  Did Cassidy
have a heart, or any feelings?  If she did have a heart,
was it black?  Certainly, there was no way it was red.
   I could not fathom doing something so utterly horrible
and despicable to another human being.  Not even my worst
enemy!  How could Cassidy have woke up each morning, and
looked at herself in the mirror?  Did the mirror break?
How could she have been happy with herself?
   I continued crying as I thought more about Pamela and
Trish.  Pamela, really.  She was once my wife.  I loved and
cherished her more than anything else in the whole, wide
world.  Sure, I had my thoughts about Lindsay and what it
would have been like to be married to her instead.  But I
kind of figured that was just human nature on my part.
   The fact of the matter was that Pamela was once my wife,
and I was committed to her.  I was prepared to spend the
rest of my life with her.  Indeed, her and I wanted to have
children and grow old (and wrinkly) together.
   What exactly had Pamela been through these past several
months?  She said that her only real asset was her body.
She used it to make money - as a stripper.  Pamela was a
stripper before I met her, but she had worked in a very
classy and upscale club in her hometown of Baltimore.  The
club in San Francisco, it seemed, was a run-down sleaze bar.
   Pamela said that she was constantly fighting off drunk
customers of the club, who always seemed to be a little
too forward with her.  Trish said in order to stay employed,
she had to do sexual favors for the owner of the restaurant
that she worked at.  I'm not going to discuss that further.

   My cries worsened as I realized at my computer desk, all
of this led straight back to Cassidy.  It was all her fault.
How could anyone be so EVIL?
   "BURN IN HELL!" I suddenly exploded, unable to control
myself, as I placed my hand upon the computer monitor and
sent it flying.  The monitor landed upon the floor, its
screen cracked down the center.  I didn't care anymore.
   Realizing that all of the other girls were elsewhere, I
grabbed a nearby lamp and tossed it into the wall.  A desk
fan went flying too, smacking hard against the restroom
counter.  I was letting my rage out.  I had to let it out.
   Fortunately, none of the other girls were here with me.
I could never let them see this side of me.  I had always
prided myself in being their gracious, upstanding host.

   I fell down into a defeated lump upon the floor and began
crying once again.  This was the worst day of my life - for
many, various reasons.  I could not believe that something
as catastrophic as this had happened to me.  I could not
believe that it happened to Pamela and Trish, either.
   At one time, I looked at Pamela and Trish as angels.
Pamela had been the matriarch of this island.  She loved all
the other girls just as much as I did.  Pamela was my wife.
I was her husband.  Just the simple fact that her love for
me was unconditional and true was enough to make me feel
like the luckiest man on the face of the Earth.  Back then,
I held Pamela in such lofty, high regards.
   I looked at Trish as one of the most caring, sincere women
I had ever met.  It made me so happy last December when her
and Lindsay were re-united with each other.  They belonged
together, I would tell myself over and over again.  In all
likelihood, Trish would have ultimately chose to stay on the
island permenantly with Lindsay, Pamela and yours truly.
The four of us could have been so happy together...

                           * * *

   But now, I had Lindsay and Devon as the focal points of
my life.  I loved Amy as well, but I thought of her as more
like an extra wheel at this point in time.  Eventually, she
would find her place as an equal in our relationship.
   But I was happier with Lindsay and Devon than I had been
with Pamela and Lindsay.  I was much closer with Lindsay now
than I ever was before.  That was the clincher.  I loved
Devon very much, but Lindsay was my little sweetheart.  She
was my everything in life.
   I liked to think that I loved Devon as much as I loved
Lindsay.  I tried to convince myself of it every single day.
But the simple fact of the matter was that I loved Lindsay
more than anything.  She was - by far and away - the most
important aspect of my life.  Lindsay was my reason to live.
   Quite simply, I was much happier right now with Lindsay
than I ever had been with Pamela.  I'm not putting Pamela
down by saying that, either.  I simply clicked better with
Lindsay.  Her and I had a certain chemistry when together.
   Lindsay had given me everything she possibly could - her
heart, her body, her soul - but I always found myself coming
back for seconds.  And thirds, and fourths.  It was a process
which never ended.  Lindsay was like a drug to me.  I was
addicted to her.  There was no turning back.
   I needed to touch her every single day.  Lindsay's hair;
her taut, firm body.  I needed to smell her on a daily basis.
The exotic, wondrous perfume she always wore.  Lavender was
her favorite.  I needed to listen to her talk.  Her squealy
voice; those friendly giggles and funny sneers.
   I needed all of those things everyday from Lindsay - and
more.  Without them, I would go insane.

   Could I have once said the same things about Pamela?

   No.

   Despite the events of today, my life was better now than
it ever had been before.  I would never tell Pamela that,
because it would surely destroy her.  She was fragile and
grief-stricken enough already.  But this was the truth.
Lindsay was so utterly perfect for me.
   And while discussing the many virtues of Lindsay, I did
not even mention Devon and the positive impact she had on
my life.  I loved Devon more than I ever did Pamela.  Again,
that was not a knock or slight against my ex-wife.  It was,
very simply, the truth.
   Devon reminded me so much of an older, more shapely and
mature Lindsay that it was actually scary at times.  It was
as if, in many cases, I had a CLONE of Lindsay in Devon.
They looked alike, acted alike... hell, even talked alike.
Things about them were so similar...

                           * * *

   After cleaning up the debris from my rampage throughout
the suite, I took some time to regain my composure before
deciding to finally venture back out.
   It had been several hours since I had my discussion with
Pamela and Trish about their future.  Now, I found both of
them lounging together in the front room.  But much to my
surprise, I also found Lindsay and Devon there as well.

   Instead of throwing an elbow upside Trish's face - which
was the case earlier - Lindsay was now hugging and embracing
the Canadian bombshell as if they were long-lost lovers.
Devon, who had been on the receiving end of two punches hours
ago - courtesy of Trish - was seated behind Lindsay and
massaging her back, with a tear trickling down her face.
   "I'm sorry, sweetie," Trish sobbed, holding onto the
19-year-old as if she was the most precious thing in the
world.  In fact, I told myself, Lindsay was just that.
   "I'm sorry I hurt you," Trish added.  "I just thought it
was the best thing to do - for everyone's safety.  Cassidy
was serious about what she was gonna do to all of us.  We
would have been absolutely butchered in the media."
   "It's okay," Lindsay countered with a deep sigh, finally
able to break free from Trish's arms.  "I forgive you.  You
and Pamela were right, Trish.  It's best that all of us go
out on good terms.  We don't need to be angry."
   "I'll always love you," Trish said, cupping the side of
Lindsay's face with her hand.  "I'll never stop!"
   The little blonde pouted for an instant at those words,
but then noticed me from across the room.  She offered an
immediate smile and waved her hand at me.
   "What's going on in here, ladies?" I asked while making
my way over to the group.  Pamela sighed sharply when she
looked up and saw me.  "No more punches or elbows, huh?"
   "We just uhh... we thought we should part on good terms,"
Trish responded, wiping her tears away.  "If I can't have
Lindsay anymore, I at least don't want her to hate me.  I
couldn't stand that..."
   I smiled while dropping down to the floor in front of
them.  I brought Trish into my arms and hugged her warmly.
"I agree with you wholeheartedly.  It's good to see that
all of you are not going to remember each other with hate."
I ended the embrace and asked, "Did you and Devon make up?"
   "Oh yes," Devon replied.  "I've forgiven Trish for hitting
me twice.  It just took us awhile to settle down.  Cassidy...
everything she did - it took awhile to understand."
   Trish looked at Lindsay and said, "Are you sure that was
your first-ever fight, sweetheart?  That was a wicked elbow."
   "I'm so sorry for hitting you," she told the voluptuous
blonde.  "I have never done anything so violent before.  But
I had to stand up for Devon.  I just sort of snapped."
   "It's okay," Trish frowned, as I noticed a bruise upon
her upper lip.  "I understand perfectly.  Today has been a
really bad day.  We all let her emotions get the best of us."

   "You and I should still be together," Pamela said, gulping
her throat as she stared lifelessly at me.  "I just can't
believe after all this time - after everything I've been
through - you don't want me anymore."
   I took a deep breath and shook my head.  Trish seemed to
have rounded the corner over the past few hours, but Pamela
was still stuck in neutral.  "I'm sorry, Pamela.  But my
life is with Lindsay, Devon and Amy now."
   "No matter what power Cassidy had over you, what you said
to me seven months ago was unforgivable," I added.  "I'll
certainly never forget it.  I wasn't good enough for you,
our marriage was a mistake, you simply tolerated me..."
   "I should have never said those things," Pamela quaked.
"I should have never let Cassidy control me like that.  But
I thought, Jeremy... I thought you would understand.  Maybe
I hoped you would understand.  I... I just wanted us to be
together again.  I dreamt about it every single night..."
   "I do understand, Pamela," I told her.  "But still, my
life has changed since you were here last.  I'm very sorry.
I'm sorry about what Cassidy did to you... what she did to
US.  But I can't drop everything I have in my life and get
back together with you.  Things are different now.  I hope
YOU understand, Pamela."

   Unfortunately, it appeared as if my ex-wife was about to
break down and start crying again.  I felt sorry for her.  I
wanted to offer her a hug - just as I had done moments ago
for Trish.  However, I figured it probably would not be the
smartest thing to do right now.  It may make her feel worse.
   I then thought that both Pamela and Trish were much too
beautiful to be crying like this.  Both were exquisite,
shapely blondes, with beautiful faces and charming smiles.
I hated to see either of them cry.  They had been through
so much in their lifetimes.  They deserved some happiness.

   "I don't know what to say," Devon offered, reaching out
and tapping Pamela on the wrist.  "I... I'm sorry, Pamela.
It's obvious how much you love Jeremy."  She turned toward
Trish and said, "Obvious how much you love Lindsay..."
   "We'll have to find a way through," Trish shrugged.  "I
think it would be best if Pamela and I stayed together.  We
could help each other find our way through this."
   "I want to be with Jeremy..." Pamela murmured.
   Obviously feeling sorry for her as well, Lindsay lunged
forward and embraced Pamela with both arms.  I even seen a
tear trickle down the 19-year-old's face.  At one time, of
course, she and Pamela were extremely close with each other.
Lindsay still held feelings for her.
   "I'm so sorry, Pamela!" she cried, hugging her tighter.

                           * * *

   Since Pamela was seemingly in a different world, Trish
became their dual spokeswoman.  She accepted my offer of
$400 per week (tax-free) for each of them.  Trish said that
they could move to her hometown of Toronto, where they would
be aided by her large contingent of friends and family.  She
also promised me that she would do her best to see that
Pamela gets her life back on track.
   It seemed after the initial shock wore off, Trish expected
things to be the way they were on the island.  Unlike Pamela,
I sensed, Trish had the feeling that things may not have gone
the way they wanted upon their return.
   It was unrealistic for them to truly believe that Lindsay
and I would drop everything and go running back into their
respective arms.  Too much time has passed - and too many
hearts have been broken in the process.  I got the sense
that Trish had a feeling things would turn out this way.
   Still, it did not ease her hurt.  After everything she
and Pamela had been through the past seven months, it must
have nearly destroyed Trish when Lindsay said those three
ominous words earlier - I hate you.  Certainly, it would
have shattered my psyche if Lindsay (God forbid) ever said
those words to me.  I can imagine how it made Trish feel,
even though Lindsay obviously recanted them later...

                           * * *

   Imagine the shocked looks upon the faces of Christina and
Lisa once they returned from their day-long excursion (along
with Gabrielle) on the other side of the island.  What they
saw upon entering the mansion was Lindsay offering Trish yet
another hug, while Pamela continued to sob and cry.  It took
a long time to explain to them the many events which took
place over the course of the past several hours.
   Since this was just Gabrielle's second day here, Amy had
an excellent idea when she pulled her away from the front
room.  Gabrielle did not need to hear our dirty laundry.
Amy took Gabrielle to the big shower room where (I'm told)
the two of them had their first sexual encounter together.
   Of course, whenever I found the time, I would have to go
into my voyeur room and watch the videotape of their
encounter.  I hoped Amy wasn't too rough with her...

                           * * *

   As far as I was concerned, the remainder of the evening
went off with no further fireworks.  Lindsay and Trish had a
good, long talk together, while Christina did her best to be
good company for Pamela.  Devon, of course, stayed close to
Lindsay as she bantered deep into the night with Trish.
   The following morning, Lindsay went along for the ride in
my Jeep as I escorted both Pamela and Trish to the heli-pad
on the other side of the island.  It was during this time
when I asked the two ladies how they had gotten to the island
in the first place.  Trish replied by saying that both of
them had hitched a ride upon a fishing boat.
   Ian - my friend who owned the helicopter - was waiting for
us once we arrived at the landing pad.  Rather than detail
the final words that were said between us (which shall
remain that way - between us), let me just say that it was a
heartfelt, painful good-bye.  I did give Pamela that elusive
hug, too.  It lasted about two minutes.
   Armed with two airline tickets to Los Angeles, where they
had a connecting flight to Toronto, Pamela and Trish boarded
the helicopter with tears in their eyes.  I held back my own
emotions while watching the chopper rise into the air.  My
last image of Pamela was her staring blankly at me, her open
hand pressed upon the window, as the helicopter flew off.

   My mind was in a daze as I watched the chopper eventually
disappear over the horizon.  I said a prayer for Pamela; my
body feeling extremely numb and tingling with great remorse.
Perhaps I should have been more receptive toward her?
   "I love you, Jeremy!" Lindsay cried, throwing her arms
around me and squeezing tightly.  She pressed the side of
her face into my chest and sniffed her nose repeatedly.  It
was obvious that Lindsay was having similar thoughts about
not only Trish, but Pamela as well.
   "Can we make a promise to ALWAYS be honest with each
other?" she pleaded.  "I mean... not only me and you,
Jeremy, but Devon and Amy, too.  Can we?  If there are any
major problems, let's talk about them.  Let's be honest."
   "I have always been open and honest with you, sweetheart,"
I told her, forcing a smile.  "But still, that's an excellent
idea.  We'll get Devon and Amy, and we'll make that promise
to each other.  Cross our hearts, and hope to die."
   "Stick a needle in your eye?"
   "Yes," I confirmed, leaning down and kissing Lindsay on
the cheek.  "I love you too, princess.  I love you more than
anything.  More than anything in this world..."
   Lindsay offered a tender, gracious smile as she retracted
from our embrace and looked up at me.  Her expression soured
as she said, "Pamela seemed really bad off.  It's so awful."
   I placed an arm around the blonde's shoulder and began
guiding her back toward the Jeep.  "Pamela should have
trusted me.  It's that simple.  And what she said to me all
those months ago, and what Trish said to you - inexcusable."
   "I trust you, Jeremy," the teen-ager squealed.
   "And I love you," I reiterated, pecking her lips with a
kiss.  "As long as I have you, sweetheart, life is good."


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