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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Forever"  Chapter 5
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 17:10:02 -0400
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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 5 of ??  :  Revised!
--> M/F, F/F and just about everything else
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   "The reason I came all the way back here is plain and
simple," Pamela said to me as I sighed deeply upon the sofa,
with Lindsay, Devon and Trish scattered around the central
room in close proximity to us.  "I've fought it, Jeremy.  I
really have.  I know that your life is different now, and
you don't want either Trish or I here.  But there is nothing
I can do.  I can't help the way I feel about you.  No matter
what I do, I can't stop loving you."
   "Pamela..." I moaned, my heart aching, as I shook my head.
   "It took me awhile to understand your viewpoint, and why
you sent me and Trish home last time," Pamela went on.  "You
think I should have trusted you, and told you of the threats
that Cassidy was making against us if Trish and I did not go
along with her blackmail scheme, and do what she said.  As I
said, it took awhile, but I now understand.  Finally."
   "But you have to understand too, Jeremy.  Cassidy was
going to tell everyone in the media who would listen to her
that you were running a prostitution ring off the coast of
Peru.  A reclusive billionaire running a sex ring - the
media would have a field day with that.  Both you and I know
that is not true - we are not prostitutes - but the media
would have gotten hold of all of our names, and we would
have been butchered.  Our families would be put to shame."
   "I don't care what anyone threatened me with," Devon spoke
up, looking at Pamela.  "I would NEVER say those horrible
things that you did to Jeremy, and then tell him that you
want a divorce and actually go through with it.  I don't care
what it was.  No one is ever coming between me and Jeremy."
   "What about Lindsay?" Trish asked, a pair of thick tears
streaming down her face.  "What about Lindsay, Devon?  You
love her, right?  Lindsay has always talked about how good
her family is to her, and how much they think of her.  If
Pamela and I stood up to Cassidy and said no to her threats,
Lindsay's family would turn on the news one day and find her
name linked to a prostitution scandal.  You want that?"
   "It would have been a lie," Devon countered.
   "Doesn't matter," Trish told her.  "Lie or not, her name
would still be out there - along with the rest of us.  You,
me, Pamela, Torrie, Gianna, Lisa, Christina, Amy, Stephanie.
It would be utter humiliation for our families.  I don't
know about you, but I did not want to explain to my friends
and family that I lied about my summer vacation last year.
I didn't go on a cruise as I told them.  Instead, I came to
a secluded island which was basically a sex resort."
   "This is NOT a sex resort," I told Trish, suddenly a bit
angry.  Whenever someone refers to this place in such a
manner, I automatically go on the defensive.
   "It was the hardest decision I ever had to make," Pamela
sighed, her attention focused upon me.  "I did not want to
leave you, Jeremy.  My God... I loved you more than anything
in the whole, wide world.  I still do."  Pamela wiped away
some excess tears from her eyes and added, "But I had to.
Cassidy was going to destroy everything.  Not just our good
names, but yours too, Jeremy."
   My ex-wife suddenly stood up and took a deep breath, then
turned her back to me and continued, "I know how much you
love this island, Jeremy.  This is your paradise.  I also
know that you like to lead a very low-key and private life.
You don't like being around others - only your inner circle.
That..."  She spun around to face me and concluded, "Cassidy
was going to take all of that away from you if Trish and I
did not agree to her threats, and leave.  She wanted revenge
on you, one way or another, for sending her home last year!"
   "Lindsay was the most important thing to me," Trish said,
shaking her head.  "I love my family very much, but I gave
all of them up so I could be with Lindsay.  The only reason
I came back to the island last winter was so I could be with
her."  She looked at the 19-year-old, who was seated upon
the floor and about set to cry, and said, "I gave all of
them up for you, sweetheart.  I was going to stay here for
the rest of my life, as long as I could be with you."
   "I don't need to hear this..." Lindsay sobbed, covering
both eyes with her right hand.  Devon quickly dropped down
to her knees alongside Lindsay, and wrapped a reassuring arm
around her shoulder.  "I don't need to hear this!"
   "Why?" Trish asked, trying to hold back her own emotions.
"You don't want to hear that I love you, and want to be with
you?  You don't want to hear that you mean more to me than
anyone else possibly could?  I'd do anything for you, honey."
   "Including shatter her heart," Devon countered, her tone
full of spite as she glared at Trish.
   "We had no choice!" Pamela exclaimed.  "Devon, you want
your family to think that you are some sort of high-priced
whore?  That would have been the case if we did not do
EVERYTHING that Cassidy told us to do.  She had a giant
envelope of papers and was going to the media with it!"
   Devon offered a begrudging smile and responded, "I could
care less what my family thinks about me.  The point is, I
would have never hurt Jeremy or Lindsay the way you two did.
You don't tell someone that your marriage is a mistake and it
should have never happened, then come running back several
months later and say everything was a big blackmail scheme."
   Devon turned toward Pamela and went on, "The thing that
got me the most was the fact that you fully expected to come
back here after all the pain and humiliation you put Jeremy
through, and have him open his arms to you, and be your
husband again.  It doesn't work that way."
   Pamela took a seat in an adjacent rocking chair and nodded
her head in agreement.  "I know.  I realized that, too.  But
at the time, I did expect that would happen.  For months, I
would lay awake at night and fantasize of the day that I
could be back together with Jeremy.  I saw it no other way.
I would tell him everything that happened and why, he would
understand, and we would be back together again.  Maybe not
a believable scenario, I guess, but it's what I envisioned.
And in my heart, it is what I believed."
   "When Cassidy was killed in that car crash over the
summer, the blackmail and all of those threats were gone,"
Trish said.  "She could no longer hold that axe above our
heads, being six feet under in the grave.  Pamela and I
dropped everything and went running back to the island."
   "Why do you have to be here?" Lindsay whined, obviously
very upset, as she glared at Trish.  "I don't want this!
Ever since we got married, everything in our lives has been
perfect.  Jeremy, Devon, Amy and me.  Now, you come back
here after we sent you home three months ago, and are saying
the same things all over again!"
   "Pamela and I are back here, honey, because we love you
and Jeremy," Trish told her.  "We want to make things right."
   "I'm not asking to be your wife again, Jeremy," Pamela
sighed.  "I know how happy Lindsay and Devon, as well as
Amy, make you.  I... Trish and I went to your wedding in
Ohio, when you married Lindsay."
   "You were there?" I asked, surprised.
   "In disguise," Pamela answered, frowning.  "We stayed in
the background, I guess.  But I saw how happy you were to be
with Lindsay.  I'm not asking you to give that up.  I'm not
asking you to give Devon or Amy up, either.  All I am asking
for is a PLACE - a place, in your life.  Even a tiny place.
I would be so happy with that."
   "Snooping around at their wedding," Devon grunted, shaking
her head.  "That sounds pretty conniving."
   "We didn't do anything wrong," Pamela countered.  "All we
did was watch the ceremony, then leave.  It was beautiful."
   "I don't know about Jeremy yet," Devon said, "but I can
tell that Lindsay definitely does not want either of you
here with us.  So, you have two chances - none and none,
which translates to no chance whatsoever."
   "It's not that," Lindsay sobbed, hiding her face once
again.  "It's... I still love Trish!"  She began to cry even
harder while adding, "I always have!  AND I ALWAYS WILL!"
   "But I don't want this right now!  Everything in our lives
was perfect.  For the first time, I was finally starting to
get Trish out of my mind!  I still loved her, and always
would, but for the first time, I did not think about her
every single day.  I did not think about what Cassidy had
done to us.  I... I'm so happy right now, with everything in
my life - Jeremy, Devon, Amy, even Kristanna.  But all of it
gets disrupted because Pamela and Trish are here again!"
   "We only want to make things right," Trish offered, tears
running down her face yet again.  "We did what we thought
was best, honey.  We let Cassidy control our lives.  You can
make the argument that we should have trusted in you and
Jeremy, and it would be a good one.  Still, we did what we
thought was best.  We did not want to put you and all the
other girls, including their families, through such public
humiliation.  Tabloids would STILL be writing stories and
columns about us.  Jeremy would be all over their covers."

   "Jeremy, I love you," Pamela quaked, dropping down from
the rocking chair and onto her knees.  She made her way over
to me and gently placed a hand upon my left knee, her eyes
absolutely saturated with tears.  "I love you so much."
   "I... I was so lonely before coming to this island, and
meeting you, Jeremy."  Pamela shook her head as her sobs and
cries picked up their intensity.  "So all alone.  I did not
trust anyone.  I couldn't.  People hurt me in the past - did
bad things to me.  I thought I would always be alone."
   "But then I met you, Jeremy, and all that changed.  You
gave me a reason to wake up each morning.  You gave me a
reason to go to bed at night, and look forward to the next
day.  I didn't have that before.  I NEVER had that before!"
   "All I ever wanted, Jeremy, was to be with you.  I never
cared about your money or what you could get for me, or buy
for me.  I never asked you for anything like that.  All I
wanted was to be with YOU.  You were the best thing that
ever happened to me.  You made me smile.  You made me feel
good about myself.  I was so happy; so lucky."
   "But then, everything was ripped away from me!" she went
on, now crying even harder than before.  "Maybe a lot of it
was truly my fault, and I could have avoided it, but I only
agreed to Cassidy's demands to protect you and all the other
girls.  That's the ONLY reason!  It cost me everything I
loved in life, but I didn't want everyone to be butchered
and destroyed in the media!"
   "I love you, Jeremy.  I can't say that enough.  I tried
to fight it.  I did what you said last time I was here; I
tried to get you out of my mind.  I tried to let it go.  But
I couldn't!  I can go years and years without seeing you,
and still love you, and want to be with you!"
   "Is it a crime?" she roared, her sobbing fit now getting
out of control.  "Is it a crime to love you, Jeremy?  If it
is, I'm guilty.  I'M GUILTY!  I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL
ABOUT YOU!  No matter what, I can't force myself to want to
stay away from you!  I need you!"  Pamela's emotions reached
their apex as she concluded, "DAMN THAT CASSIDY!"

   A fresh batch of tears were even cascading from my own
eyes as Pamela buried her face upon my lap and cried harder
than I had ever seen anyone before.  Her impassioned speech
hadn't left a dry eye in its wake.  Lindsay and Trish were
also crying, as was Devon - who seemed overly wary of this
whole situation just moments ago.  Now, however, she glared
at Pamela with a look of absolute sorrow upon her face.

   "We're not asking you to drop everything in your life,
and get back with Pamela," Trish told me, her voice weak.
"We're just asking, as Pamela said, for a small place in
your life.  We'd be happy with the smallest of places.  All
we want is to be accepted here.  It won't happen overnight;
it will take days, weeks, months for you to even begin to
trust us again.  We just... we want to make things right.
This island is our home.  This is where we want to be."
   Trish turned toward Lindsay and added, "I could say those
same, exact things about you, honey.  I love you so much.  I
had something so unique and special with you at one time.
Maybe we'll never have that type of feeling for each other
again - because of everything that's happened - but I would
be so happy with just a fraction of it.  A tiny fraction.  I
can't tell you what it would mean to me just to have you in
my life again, even if it's a lesser capacity than before."
   "Oh God..." Lindsay sobbed, breaking free from Devon's
embrace, only to rush over and throw her arms around Trish.
"I've never stopped loving you!" the teen-ager exclaimed.
   Devon glanced over at Lindsay and Trish as they held and
clutched one another tightly, before turning her attention
back to Pamela.  Still crying with her head upon my lap,
Pamela looked up and turned her face as Devon wrapped both
arms around her from behind.  In a truly special moment,
Pamela turned around and nearly melted in Devon's embrace.
It was somewhat odd for me to see her comforting Pamela.
   Trying to harness my own emotions, I watched the pair of
ladies hug one another as Devon looked up at me.  Her eyes
were completely bloodshot, and the expression upon her face
told me that she was at a total loss.  What happens next?
   "You've always had the ability to stay mostly quiet, and
let things happen around you," Pamela choked seconds later,
turning her head to look back at me.  "What is it, Jeremy?
What are you thinking?  Would it be okay if Trish and I were
to stay here?  No... no promises, of course.  You can change
your mind at anytime.  We don't want to interfere in your
marriage with Lindsay, Devon and Amy.  We just want to have
a place here.  We want to be able to fit in."

                           * * *

   My point since the very beginning of this was that Pamela
should have trusted in me to provide safety for her and the
others here once Cassidy made those threats.  She should
have told me about them.  I don't care if Pamela (as well as
Trish) was coerced into saying those things or not.  Myself,
I could have NEVER said those horrible things to Pamela.  I
would have surely been open and honest with her about it.
   Of course, those were just my feelings, and I realize
that I am not always right about things.  I understood why
Pamela chose to allow Cassidy to control her life, though I
certainly do not agree with it.  She was concerned about not
only the good names of all the girls, as well as myself, but
also our physical safety and well-being.  If the general
public were to learn what transpires here on the island, we
would surely be invaded by the criminal element.
   On one hand, my relationship with Lindsay, Devon and Amy
was far too important to jeopardize with the presence of my
ex-wife.  The flipside of that, of course, was that Pamela
and Trish both sounded very sincere about not wanting to
disrupt my marriage.  One could make the point that neither
of them should be trusted, but maybe I was born a sucker.
   Even more importantly, Lindsay seemed to have found a new
(old) home in Trish's arms, as the pair of ladies were still
sharing a thoughtful embrace, while crying gently.  Devon
seemed to have turned the corner as well.  She was obviously
a bit uncomfortable at the beginning of our discussion with
Pamela and Trish, but loosened up with my ex-wife's powerful
diatribe concerning her feelings for me.
   Could those words have struck a nerve within Devon?  She
had led quite a lonely and unfulfilled life before coming to
the island as well.  By recently sharing her true feelings,
I could easily picture Devon saying the same, exact thing to
me if her role with Pamela was reversed.
   But what did I want?  My three wives had been imploring
upon me over the past few weeks that I need to take charge
more often, and speak my mind.  I should not, they told me,
always give into what other people wanted.
   Did I really want Pamela and Trish to be part of our
daily lives once again?  Could I run that risk?  Could I one
day look at Pamela, and forget all the extreme anguish she
had put me through ten months ago?  Even as I looked at her
right now, I vividly remembered Pamela telling me that our
marriage was nothing more than a mistake.  I nearly took
that swan-dive off the cliff because of her, too...
   "Jeremy?" my ex-wife murmured after several seconds of
silence, an expectant look upon her face.  "Have you made up
your mind yet?  Can we stay, and have another chance?"
   I offered a momentary frown before replying, "I have made
my decision.  The answer is .........."


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