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"Island Fever" - Chapter 16 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2006
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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Story archive: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
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My breathing was rather ragged and my eyes were about set
to explode as I sat in the voyeur room, my whole universe
confined to a single monitor in front of me. In one of the
guest bedrooms, I watched Lindsay and Amy prepare themselves
for what promised to be another rip-roaring sexual encounter.
Amy had already instructed the little blonde to strip all
the way down until she was wearing nothing more than her
mini-skirt. Lindsay had done just that, and also followed
Amy's order that she drop to her knees upon the floor. In
addition, the 18-year-old from Cincinnati had both hands
behind her head, her fingers locked together, as she looked
up at Amy with an apprehensive, yet eager expression.
"What are you going to do to me?" Lindsay asked in a
quiet tone, sounding like a timid, willing submissive. I
recalled a scorching, red-hot encounter between these two
ladies from just days ago where they wound up pulverizing
each other into bondage and submission. With any luck,
this upcoming encounter would be just as memorable.
Amy hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "You
and I are going to have a lot of fun today."
Lindsay moaned and unlinked her fingers, and moved one
hand downward - between her thighs. She started fingering
her pussy until Amy struck the desktop with an open hand and
snapped at her, "Get your hands up, behind your head! You
can only move them when I say so!"
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Lindsay said, falling more and more
into the role of Amy's submissive. She linked both hands
together behind her head once again, and looked up at her
insatiable lover with apprehension and lust in her eyes.
Amy grinned and reached down, trailing a fingertip across
one of Lindsay's luscious, taut breasts, as well as its
nipple. "I'm going to turn you into my personal slut."
"What?" Lindsay asked, her eyebrows raised.
"You heard me."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been both dominant and submissive in my life," Amy
told her. "I can play both roles really well. But you,
Lindsay... you're going to be my submissive. My own slut.
You will fuck me whenever, wherever and however I want."
"Oh Lord..." Lindsay trembled in both desire and fear.
Inside my voyeur room, I took a deep breath and shook my
head in response to what was transpiring before me on the
surveillance monitor. Amy was the ultimate nymphomaniac
herself, and now she wanted to guide her young, naive
girlfriend down that same path. Could Lindsay handle it?
Wearing nothing more than a sexy bra and G-string set
herself, Amy sashayed over to the nearby dresser-drawer and
retrieved a (full) duffel bag from inside. She then went
back to Lindsay with an evil grin across her face, and set
the bag down, upon the floor. It was her bag-of-toys.
"Any submissive worth her salt," the red-head explained,
"should be bound and restrained."
"Oh Lord..." Lindsay murmured once again, as Amy reached
into the bag and pulled out a red silk scarf.
"Put your hands behind your back," the vixen demanded,
and Lindsay immediately complied. An instant later, the
little minx was squirming about as Amy, with the help of
the silk scarf, triple-knotted her wrists together. "Try
and break free," she then said, but it was no use. Lindsay
did her best, but the bond could not be severed.
"Excellent," Amy observed, that evil grin still on her
lovely face. She took a moment to admire Lindsay - as I
did - in her bound form. Wearing just a little miniskirt as
she stood upon her knees, Lindsay's small breasts shimmied
and shook about as she continued to struggle with her bonds.
"This is too hot..." Lindsay breathed gently.
"You can talk when I say you can talk," Amy admonished
her, holding a finger up. "Keep that mouth shut, slut, or
I'll be forced to gag you."
Lindsay's eyes were wide once again, but she nodded her
head in acceptance (and did not utter a sound).
"I think I'll gag you anyway," Amy said, grinning like a
kid in a candy store. "I don't want to take the chance of
you talking without permission again." Amy reached into the
bag and pulled out a short but incredibly thick dildo, with
a small black strap attached to it.
"This is a penis gag, and it will keep you quiet," she
explained to Lindsay, who looked at the tool in amazement.
A moment later, Amy inserted the dildo into the teen-ager's
mouth - completely engulfing it. Then, she snapped and
secured the black strap into place around Lindsay's neck.
"Try to talk," Amy told her, but it was no use. The huge
penis gag dwarfed most any noise Lindsay tried to make.
All that could be heard was some low, garbled mumbles.
"Suck that gag like it's a real cock," Amy told her, to
which Lindsay began to take on the form of a baby nuzzling
a pacifier in her mouth. She sucked on the penis gag, her
eyes trained intently on Amy's beautiful face.
"What's a true submissive without a collar?" Amy grinned,
as she reached into the bag and pulled out a leather choker.
Lindsay closed her eyes and sighed inwardly as Amy wrapped
the collar around her neck, then buckled it into place.
I noticed that the collar had _SLUT_ engraved on it -
directly across the front of Lindsay's slender neck.
Amy took a step back and marveled at her work thus far.
She was obviously very proud of herself. But at the same
time, I figured that she was not quite finished yet.
"You see this little ring on the side of your collar?"
Amy asked, cradling the piece of metal around her finger.
"This is where your leash will go... for when I want to
take you out - for a walk." Lindsay's eyes grew even
larger as Amy snickered in her own triumph. The red-head
then retrieved a metal chain from her bag, and clipped it
to the leather collar. "Just like that!"
She gave the _leash_ a little tug, which made Lindsay
squirm about some more. Next, Amy leaned over and gave the
blonde a swift, open-handed slap across her tight, little
ass. "Do you like being my little slave slut?"
Unable to speak - and barely able to get a sound out at
all - Lindsay looked at Amy with looming eyes and nodded
her head in response. The nymphomaniac smiled, liking this.
"Slutsay," Amy proclaimed. "That can be your name for
when you and I play our Mistress/sub games. Slutsay."
Grinning at her lover's shocked reaction, Amy knelt down and
gently blew into Lindsay's ear. The subtle move made the
young woman's taut, firm body flinch all over. "I'm only
going to call you Slutsay because that is what you really
are. You ARE a slut, aren't you... Slutsay?"
As the young woman nodded her head in agreement, I was in
the process of bringing myself closer and closer to a huge
eruption. I had been stroking my cock from the very moment
Amy went into full degradation mode. She had me so excited!
I could not believe what Amy was doing to Lindsay, the
sweet-as-a-peach religious girl who seemed so incredibly
humble and shy. Well, over these two weeks, Lindsay was
really starting to come out of that life-long shell. Not
only had she lost her virginity here on the island, but
Lindsay was becoming more bold and provocative in both her
words and actions. Still, allowing herself to be placed
into bondage and then being spoken down to in such a harsh
manner seemed vastly out of character for Lindsay.
All of this was new to me. The bondage lifestyle was
something I had a curiosity in, but not truly a bona-fide
interest to someday experience myself. Sure, I would like
to dabble and experiment in it - perhaps. But it would
never be an everyday lifestyle for me. Still, it excited me
to sit back and watch these two ladies do their thing.
"Oh, we're not finished yet," the hellcat proclaimed,
reaching into that bag-of-toys once again. This time, Amy
pulled out a steel bar which had what appeared to be thick
handcuffs attached to either end. "This is a spreader bar,"
she explained to Lindsay, kneeling down and attaching the
metal cuffs to each of her ankles. "It will keep your legs
spread apart for me - at all times."
I sensed a whimper from Lindsay as she glared at Amy,
her eyes watery and full of erotic desperation. Lindsay
was more anxious right now than ever before. I could tell.
Still pumping my cock toward what promised to be a
monumental explosion, I shook my head in response as Amy
grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and helped her to her
feet. Amy planted a kiss on her lover's face while groping
her ass with her right hand, before guiding Lindsay over to
the bed and forcing her to stand in front of it.
"Lean over the bed," Amy told her. "Bend at your waist,
and put the side of your face on the mattress."
My cock exploded like a firecracker once Lindsay did as
instructed, her little miniskirt riding higher and higher
as she bent completely over at the waist. Lindsay then
placed the side of her face upon the gentle mattress, and
offered the penis gag a series of hard, unrelenting sucks
as she turned to look up at Amy with those teary eyes.
Although my hand and wrist were drenched with sperm, I
latched onto my deflated cock and began stroking it once
again. Thanks to Amy, I knew I would have another bulging
erection in just a matter of moments - if not seconds.
I shook my head at the sight of Lindsay, all bent over,
wearing nothing but that little miniskirt. I could see that
the little angel was not wearing any panties, either - her
sweet pussy lips were clearly visible as she was bent over
in a most obscene (but truly wonderful) manner.
Amy reached into that ominous bag once again, and this
time pulled a relatively small, thin dildo. That is what
it looked like, at least. What confused me about it was a
rubber pump and accompanying tube attached to the end of it.
What in the world were those used for?
"This is a butt-plug," Amy explained, which made both
mine and Lindsay's eyes grow wide with wanderlust. "As
you can see, it's not all that big. Not yet... anyway."
Renewed life could be found within my shaft as Amy moved
Lindsay's miniskirt upwards, bunching it together at her
waist. I sensed another whimper from the young woman as
Amy then pressed the thin side of the plug onto her anus.
"It's already been well lubed-up," the red-head said.
"So you have nothing to worry about on that end."
Lindsay closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as Amy
then inserted the butt-plug into her rectum. I am certain
that absolute pleasure was coursing throughout her entire
body once all four or five inches of the nasty, crude object
were within her little, puckered anus. All I needed to do
to confirm those feelings was to watch Lindsay's reaction.
She was being driven _INSANE_ with utter pleasure...
"This is a special butt-plug, though," Amy said with a
wicked grin. "A VERY special butt-plug!" Holding that
rubber pump in her hand, she flashed it in front of her
girlfriend's face and said, "You see this?"
Her eyes racked with tears, Lindsay nodded her head.
Amy then gave the pump a squeeze, which despite the penis
gag in her mouth, caused Lindsay to _ROAR_ out with a scream.
I was confused as to what had happened for a moment, but then
got the idea as Amy gave the pump a second squeeze, which
resulted in another deafening scream from Lindsay.
"This is an inflatable butt-plug," Amy said, offering a
third squeeze, as she grinned in total arousal. "It grows
to twice its length, and four times its girth... as long as
I keep pumping away at it." Amy laughed as Lindsay roared
out yet again, directly after a fourth squeeze. "I'm only
about halfway to its maximum size," she added, which caused
Lindsay's eyes to nearly explode in a passionate rage.
"Would you like me to continue, honey?" Amy asked, to
which she received a feverish nod of the head in response.
"Ohhhhh... I knew you would. You're going to be a good
little slut for me, aren't you? OH YES you are!"
Amy continued smiling for several seconds, but then
placed the rubber pump upon the bed. Her next move was to
reach into that duffel bag once more, and pull out a thick
wooden paddle. I _knew_ what that was for...
"You need a spanking," the Dominatrix proclaimed. "You
need a spanking... REALLY BAD. I think you'll like it too,
especially with that butt-plug shoved clear up your ass."
Lindsay's body trembled with absolute desire and her face
rocked from side-to-side as Amy brought the wooden paddle
down hard on her upturned ass. Amy giggled and snickered
in response, then offered her bound lover a series of swift,
stinging blows with the paddle.
My cock was hard and raging (again) as I watched the
supple, tight flesh of Lindsay's backside quickly turn a
crimson red. Amy continued to blast her with the paddle,
though, not slowing down in the slightest. It seemed as
if Lindsay's body, just by gauging her excited reaction,
could spontaneously combust at any given moment. She was
_THAT_ turned on... _THAT_ excited. This was incredible!
Amy reached for the rubber pump with her free hand and
without any warning, gave it another squeeze. Lindsay
again roared out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, while
now banging her forehead upon the mattress. Amy giggled to
herself and put the pump back down, and then continued forth
with the torrid, cruel paddle-spanking.
My eyes grew wide with my own lust as I took a close look
at the 18-year-old's ass. With the inflatable butt-plug
deeply submerged within it, Lindsay's rectum was wide and
enlarged. The butt-plug was acting like a balloon and each
time Amy squeezed the pump, it grew even larger.
"Do you like that?" Amy asked, full of passion herself,
as she dropped the paddle and glared down intently at her.
Lindsay was breathing rapidly through her nose and seemed
ready to explode, but she managed to slowly nod her head in
response. That, of course, caused Amy to smile.
"Of course you like it," the nymphomaniac proclaimed.
"But I know something that you'll like EVEN MORE."
"Oh my God..." I muttered out loud, as Amy retrieved yet
another item from that bag - a massive strap-on dildo.
Lindsay looked back and moaned in anticipation on the
thick gag, before turning her head and closing her eyes.
Amy used this brief time to secure the strap-on around
her waist, then grasp the massive dildo with her hand.
The fiendish 31-year-old stepped forward, but then
suddenly grabbed the rubber pump and gave it two quick
squeezes. This caused Lindsay to scream out against the
penis gag in her mouth. Her legs went out too, and now
Lindsay was on her knees as she was bent over the bed.
Amy hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and said,
"So you don't want me to fuck you standing up, huh? Just
as well... I'll do you doggie-style. You ARE a bitch..."
Amy dropped to her own knees and wasted absolutely no
time whatsoever as she plunged the enormous dong into the
eager, zealous Lindsay. Her hands, which were still
bound together behind her back, flailed and trembled in
response as Amy then began to thrust away at her pussy.
"Oh yeah!" the hellcat exclaimed, her curvaceous body
already a blur as she viciously pounded and thumped away at
her younger girlfriend. Lindsay again screamed through her
gag, and then Amy gave that pump one final squeeze.
"OH YEAH!" Amy screamed herself, beginning to slap and
swat Lindsay's ass with both hands as the little vixen
roared out in response. "HOW'S THAT ASS FEEL NOW?" Amy
laughed in her own jubilation as she continued to blast
Lindsay's pussy with the massive dildo, while also
peppering her upturned ass with heavy-handed, cruel slaps.
As the action between them reached its fever pitch, I
again came all over myself. My cock just erupted like a
volcano - and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Just seeing the lovely and charming Lindsay in her
current predicament would be enough to get most men going.
On her hands and knees, perched over the bed, Lindsay was
in total bondage. Her wrists were securely bound together
behind her back - by way of a triple-knotted silk scarf.
The blonde's squealy mouth was stuffed full with a penis
gag, which had an accompanying strap (tied around the back
of her neck) to hold the crude, obscene instrument in place.
Her ankles were a good 18 inches apart too, solely
thanks to a steel spreader bar. Of course, I would be
remiss if I failed to mention the leather collar around
her neck, and the chain _leash_ that was attached to it.
The thing which stood out the most, though, was that
inflatable butt-plug imbedded deep within her bowels.
Lindsay's puckered anus was wide and bulging due to the
unyielding butt-plug, which was inflated to its maximum size
within her. Her sweet, little ass had never been stretched
this far - obviously - and the searing pressure and erotic
feelings it created within her must have been multiplied
ten-fold with the hard drilling her hot, swollen pussy was
currently in the process of receiving.
Amy screamed out in her own arousal as she also continued
to swat and blast Lindsay's sweet ass with her open hands.
She then latched onto her hips with both hands, and began to
focus all of her efforts and attention into hammering that
precious pussy into absolute, total oblivion.
"CUM FOR ME, SLUTSAY!" Amy demanded, her eyes ablaze.
"CUM FOR ME! NOW SLUTSAY! NOW, DAMNIT! _NOW_!"
The teen-ager did as she was told, and what ensued was
obviously the hardest, fiercest orgasm of her entire life.
Lindsay had _never_ been through something quite like this.
It showed in her reaction, too, as the vivacious angel
shuddered about in pure lust while also screaming against
her unforgiving gag. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds,
and it was _VERY_ intense. Amy, of course, continued to
drill her with that enormous dildo the whole time...
When it was over, Lindsay collapsed and slipped down to
the floor. For a moment, I was concerned about her safety.
She was not moving at all. Did Lindsay pass out?
However, when I saw her curl her neck, I figured she was
okay. With the massive strap-on dildo still buried in her
pussy, Amy reached forward and undid the buckle which held
Lindsay's penis gag in place. Lindsay spit it out and
stretched her jaw for a moment, then moaned in satisfaction.
Amy's next move was to depress the rubber pump, thus
letting all of the air out of the butt-plug. It quickly
shriveled up within Lindsay's rectum, and Amy yanked it
out of her. Lindsay squealed and screeched in response,
but did not move about all that much.
"I didn't hurt you... did I, Lindsay?" Amy quietly asked,
showing her good side. This was quite normal for Amy to do -
especially after a hard, violent encounter.
"No one..." was all her counterpart said in return.
"What?" Amy countered, leaning down and tenderly kissing
her friend's shoulder. "What, baby?"
"No one..." Lindsay breathed. "No one... no one... has
EVER made me cum so hard - as you just did."
Amy giggled and turned Lindsay over - onto her back. With
their lips close, the red-head grinned and told her, "This is
just the beginning, honey. You and I are going to have a LOT
of fun together from now on." Amy snickered once more and
added, "I have SO MANY MORE THINGS that I want to show you!"
* * *
The time was 11:15am when I was making my way throughout
the mansion on this warm and balmy Monday morning. Hours
after having watched Amy pummel Lindsay into complete and
total submission, I was en route for the voyeur room again,
but came to an abrupt halt once I spotted Devon seated all by
her lonesome inside the spacious library. Of course, this
was not the first time - nor would it be the last - that
simply seeing Devon would make me stop dead in my tracks.
Devon did not notice me at first as I admired her from
afar. Dressed in a white tank-top and a pair of hot pink
shorts, along with white socks and sneakers, Devon was busy
reading a book at the center table. The tank-top that she
wore - which read _Pornstar in Training_ across its front -
displayed her foolish, playful side.
Devon was so incredibly gorgeous. That was the exact
thought which went throughout my mind as I watched the young
woman play with her free-flowing blonde hair, twirling those
wavy strands around an extended finger. Devon was a petite,
little thing at 5-foot-3 and 105 pounds, but had a truly
voluptuous figure which was built for pleasures of the flesh.
With a bright smile, smooth skin and 34d-22-32 measurements,
Devon was what most normal men (such as myself) usually
could only fantasize about. She was a _princess_ to me.
What made Devon even more appealing was the simple fact
that she was one of the nicest, most friendly individuals I
had ever come across in my life. Devon was a sweetheart to
the highest degree; a people person. A warm, witty, clever
and thoughtful woman, this 29-year-old exuded light and
beauty in any room, and could enliven even the darkest of
situations with her mere presence alone. Devon also had
attitude, confidence and control, and the wonderful ability
to flirt and seem overly vulnerable all in the same moment.
Devon was a breath of fresh air whose charm, elegance and
fierce, loyal nature could endear her to anyone. Yet, I was
the lucky stiff that she had chosen to pursue what could well
turn out to be a long-term relationship with. Considering my
checkered past when it came to dating and life in general, I
_never_ once thought that I would make such a statement. How
could a woman who was _this perfect_ want anything to do with
an average, ordinary man such as myself? Yet, Devon did...
When Devon arched her neck to relieve an apparent crink,
she noticed me as I stood in the adjacent hallway. In her
own, patented fashion, Devon's blue eyes simply lit-up as
she offered me that billion-dollar smile. "Hi Jeremy!" was
her friendly greeting, as she waved her hand at me.
"Hi sweetheart," I returned, my heart fluttering in
response to her smile. I composed myself and then made my
way into the library - and over to her. I took a seat at
the table and grinned, "What you got there?"
"Oh... just a reference book about Peru," Devon told me,
lifting the cover and showing its title to me. "Just reading
about the history of Peru and its restaurants, the places to
go and see... that type of stuff." Devon placed the book
down upon the table and offered me another winning smile.
She giggled and then asked, "Did you drop by here today so
you could spend some quality time with Mr. Gordo?"
"Excuse me?" I returned, my eyebrows raised.
Devon pointed toward what was perhaps her most cherished
material possession - a stuffed teddy bear - which was
perched next to her upon the library table. "You know...
Mr. Gordo!" Devon snickered, picking the little, furry guy
up and cradling him against her chest with both arms.
I chuckled. "Actually, I came here to spend some quality
time with you, Devon. No offense to Mr. Gordo, though..."
Devon snickered and looked into the stuffed bear's eyes
for a moment. "You are lucky that Mr. Gordo did not take
any offense. He has very thick skin that way."
"What is the deal with you and that stuffed animal anyway?
Whenever you have gone to sleep with me, your teddy bear is
always with you. Last night, certainly, it felt as if I was
part of a four-some with you, Kristanna and Mr. Gordo."
Devon shook her head and playfully scorned me, "Don't
talk about Mr. Gordo like that, Jeremy! Mr. Gordo is NOT a
sex toy! He is not a stud for hire, either!" She giggled
and mused, "Mr. Gordo is my buddy. He's been my life-long
best friend. I may be 29, I guess, but I've never outgrown
him. I cannot fall asleep at night unless he is with me."
"It's getting so that I cannot fall asleep at night unless
YOU are with me," I offered, to which Devon grinned and cooed
in response to. "You could be my Devvy bear..."
"I bet you had a teddy bear when you were younger!" she
speculated. "What was its name, Jeremy? Tell me. Tell me!"
I hesitated and laughed, but then confessed, "Henny Owl."
"Henny Owl?" she exclaimed.
"I outgrew her by the time I was 11 or 12, though," I
quickly added. "I had a _Garfield_, too."
Devon clutched the teddy bear to her shoulders and held
it warmly. "I'll never outgrow Mr. Gordo. One day I'll be
a little, old lady, and I will still go to sleep with him."
"I don't have any problems with that, sweetheart," were
my words, "provided that he never sleeps between us."
"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that!" Devon
squealed, offering me a timid punch on the shoulder. "I
may be attached to Mr. Gordo, but you're my favorite teddy
bear of all, Jeremy." Devon stood up and wrapped her arms
around me from across the table, giving me a loving hug.
Soon, however, Devon pressed Mr. Gordo's furry face to my
mouth and chortled, "Kiss him, Jeremy! Kiss him!"
"I'd rather kiss you," I said, shooing the stuffed animal
away from my face and then pressing my lips to Devon's. Our
kiss was very slow and loving, and tongue-filled. Our kiss,
in fact, made my heart flutter with love and affection. Once
it was over, I nodded at her and smiled, "That was nice."
"VERY nice, indeed," Devon agreed, taking a step back from
behind her side of the table and then walking over to mine.
She took a seat on the very edge of the table and looked long
and deep into my eyes. "Can I be honest with you, Jeremy?"
"Of course you can. Tell me anything that you want."
"You told me the story about your ex-fiancee, Victoria,
just yesterday," Devon began, which made me frown for a
quick moment. Any mention of Victoria always made me frown.
"I was talking to Kristanna about Victoria and what she did
to you earlier this morning. Missy Krissy says that I have
no idea just how much Victoria hurt and nearly destroyed you
by leaving you standing at the altar all those many years
ago." Devon latched onto my wrist with her right hand and
implored in her most candid tone, "I would do anything to
take your pain away, Jeremy. You do know that... right?"
"You are taking it away," I told her, my voice subdued.
"Just keep doing what you are doing, Devon. Keep loving me
and making me feel special." I hesitated for a moment, then
sighed. "Victoria leaving me like that was a good thing."
"Oh?" Devon countered, her eyes wide. "How so?"
"I'll take what has happened to me, Devon, over the past
13 years in exchange for winding up with you... and having
the chance to one day marry you." The enchantress moaned
and grinned in response as I went on, "If I married Victoria,
I would have never met you. Devon, you make me happier than
Victoria ever did, and I've only known you for two weeks.
Everything I went through because of what Victoria did to
me will be worth it - as long as you and I are together."
"You honestly mean that?" Devon asked, her eyes shining.
"Of course I do," was my response. "I just wish I could
have been there for you in the past, princess. You wanted
things to be better with your parents, but they never did
forgive you for what happened. I'm talking about the time
you and some others experimented with _Ecstasy_ in high
school, and your best friend, Alicia, died as a result of it.
You said your family life has been miserable ever since. I
don't like hearing that, Devon. I wish I had taken you away
from your life in Pennsylvania a lot sooner than I did."
A tear streaked down Devon's face as she murmured, "It
used to be that I wished there was something I could do to
change the way my parents looked at me. But not anymore.
They have held a bad grudge against me for 12-and-a-half
years for something that happened when I was only 16. I do
not believe they're worth it anymore, Jeremy. I don't think
winning my parents over is worth it. I could care less what
they think about me as long as I am with you. Parents are
not supposed to hate their children, no matter what they do
wrong. But mine... they... they HATE me. I know what I did
was TOTALLY STUPID, but I was so young!"
I brought Devon's hand to my lips and kissed it lovingly.
"Tell me, dear. What type of mother will you be?"
"I will be fair and compassionate," she answered. "I will
give discipline whenever necessary. My children will grow up
to be healthy and strong adults, and they will definitely
know the difference between right and wrong. Most of all, my
kids - how ever many I eventually have - will know that I
love them. They will know their mommy loves them with all of
her heart. I may get mad or exasperated at times, but no
matter what, that love will remain - and they will know it.
There will never be a doubt about it."
"You sound ideal, sweetheart," I responded, grinning. "I
will be the same type of father one day."
"We have so much in common!" Devon squealed. "We have the
same likes and dislikes. We have had terrible things happen
to us in the past... things no one should have to go through.
We have the same dreams and goals. We're perfect together!"
She hugged me even tighter and added, "Life is so good..."
"Yes, it most definitely is," I agreed, kissing Devon on
the lips for emphasis. I then went back to a prior topic by
asking, "Do you visit Alicia's grave-site often?"
"Oh... at least once or twice a month," Devon nodded.
"Alicia is buried in Allentown, which is close to where I
live in Pennsylvania. Or... lived. Anyway, I always stop
at her grave-site whenever I go to Allentown. Usually, that
was once or twice a month." Her mouth twitching, Devon
sniffed her nose and gently confided, "I always drop down to
my knees in front of her grave and talk to her. I have been
doing that for YEARS. I tell her everything that happens in
my life. At times, it is like I can hear her voice within my
mind. I can hear Alicia respond to what I tell her." Devon
frowned and concluded, "Like we're having a conversation..."
When tears came to Devon's eyes, she quickly turned her
face away from me. I brought it back in line with my own
eyes, however, by grasping her chin and softly pulling on it.
I kissed away several of those tears and soothed, "Shhhhh...
don't cry. Don't cry, sweetheart. I don't want you to cry."
"I m-miss Alicia so m-much..." Devon quaked, almost ready
to break down and lose total control of her emotions.
"I know you do," I whispered. "I know you do. But you
know something? I bet Alicia is happy for you right now."
"What d-d-do you m-mean?"
"You have found someone who wants to treat you like the
princess that you are," I reminded her. "If you talked to
Alicia about everything, as you said, you most assuredly
talked to her about your love life. Alicia must have known
that you were struggling for awhile with your last boyfriend.
He did not treat you right. Barrett was his name? Right
now, I bet, Alicia is looking down on us from Heaven. I bet
that she has a big, giant smile on her face too, because you
have found someone who thinks the world of you - me. TWO
people, even. Kristanna cares about you ALMOST as much as I
do. I would do anything for you, Devon..."
"Alicia IS happy for me right now," Devon insisted, her
voice full of confidence. "Alicia was that type of person.
She was a lot like Krissy that way, in fact. I think that
Krissy puts others ahead of herself at times. You are the
same way, Jeremy. Always thinking of others and their needs
and emotions instead of your own. Alicia was like that.
Yes... she is happy for me right now."
"Did you and Alicia... were you ever... _GIRLFRIENDS_?"
Devon giggled and shook her head in response. "Oh no. I
was attracted to her back in those days, I guess, but I was
too scared to say anything. I was attracted to a _LOT_ of
girls in school. Besides, remember... the first time that I
had sex with another woman was my first night on the island.
It was with Camille... remember?"
"Yes, I do. I temporarily forgot about that."
Devon pouted. "But I wish it was with Krissy instead..."
"Kristanna would have made it very special for you," I
speculated. "My first time having sex was seven years ago...
it was with Kristanna. I was 25. She was 19. That does not
sound right, but it is the truth. Really, I have nothing to
complain about. Kristanna treated me so good that day."
"I bet..."
"I will most definitely never forget what happened."
Devon smirked. "Krissy says she popped your cherry!"
"I know!" I laughed.
Devon pouted again. "I wish my first time with another
woman was with Krissy! Camille is nice and all, but... I
mean, Krissy is _my girl_. She has been SO GOOD to me. Our
relationship would be even more special if she was my first
woman. I know that she would have treated me right."
Devon blushed for an instant, then temporarily cast her
blue eyes downward before looking up at me once again. "Do
you know what else, Jeremy? I wish that Krissy was my first
woman, yes. But I wish that YOU were my first person - man
or woman - period. Lindsay is such a lucky girl because you
are the one who took her virginity."
My eyes wide, I stared at Devon for several seconds. "You
wish that I was the one who took your virginity? You wish
that you waited until coming to this island at the age of 29
to have sex? I find that very difficult to believe..."
Devon giggled at my suspicious, yet playful tone. "Well,
there is more to that wish, Jeremy. I wish that you took my
virginity, yes... but I wish that it happened 10 or 12 years
ago. It would have been awesome if you and I knew each
other back in those days... went to the same high school. I
would have latched onto you and NEVER let you go."
Devon's happy, joyous expression suddenly turned sour and
she lowered her head in sorrow because of it. "I bet that
Alicia would still be alive if you were my boyfriend when I
was 16, Jeremy, back in January of 1994."
"Oh?" I asked, curious. "Why would she still be...?"
"Because you would have stepped in and convinced us what
IDIOTS me and my friends were for wanting to try Ecstasy,"
Devon answered, cutting my own question off in mid-sentence.
She shook her head and made eye contact with me once again.
"I know that about you, Jeremy. You would not have stopped
until all of us threw those pills where they belonged - in
the trash. I know that you would never tolerate your wife
or girlfriend doing something so totally stupid and foolish."
Devon was correct. Even at such an early age, I would
have intervened and made sure that she and her friends did
not experiment with drugs. If I knew Devon back in those
days, Alicia may still very well be alive today. However,
there was no reason for either of us to dwell on that. What
happened to her was in the past, and could never be changed.
"What about Kristanna?" I asked, wanting to lighten the
subject between us and, more importantly, bring that smile
back to Devon's face. Just the mere mention of Kristanna's
name always seemed to invigorate Devon. "Would you have
wanted Krissy to be a part of our life in those days, too?"
"You know I would!" Devon replied, her voice full of
charisma and zest. "Krissy could have been the wild and
wacky exchange student from Norway. All three of us could
have went out together, Jeremy, and been a couple! Still,
though... I would have wanted to give my virginity to you."
"What about me and Krissy at the same time?" I wondered.
"Trish was just as responsible for taking Lindsay's virginity
as I was. Krissy and I could have teamed up on you."
"Hmmmmm..." Devon moaned, her eyes now twinkling with pure
delight. "I like your idea better than mine! Then, after
high school graduation, I would have wanted to marry BOTH you
and Krissy!" Devon was full of the merry giggles as she
concluded, "That would be my ultimate fantasy come to life!"
"You would want to marry BOTH of us?" I asked, dumbfounded
by her bold proclamation. "Really?"
Devon was still giggling. "Oh, I know it sounds crazy!
It is really just a little flight-of-fancy for me, you know.
I also know, dear Jeremy, that Krissy and you are nothing
more than friends. But still... I can dream. I wish all of
us met each other years ago - in high school - fell in love,
and decided to spend the rest of our lives together. Perhaps
even best of all, all three of us giving our virginity up to
each other at the same time. And YES, a three-way marriage!
I would be so much better off today - in an infinite number
of ways - if you and Krissy were part of my life back in
those days. I would have never met Barrett, either! That
would have been a major positive in and of itself."
I chuckled at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. "This guy
must have been SOME jerk," was my speculation. "All you do
when you talk about Barrett, Devon, is bring him down. I
have yet to hear a good word about him."
The 29-year-old shrugged her shoulders and offered me an
impish expression. "That is because nothing good could EVER
be said about Barrett. I have no idea how I could have put
up with him for as long as I did. No idea..."
"Because you are loyal?" I theorized. "Loyal to a fault?
You are the most loyal and most devoted person I have ever
met, Devon. The reason you stayed with Barrett for as long
as you did was because you wanted to make it work. Because
you are so loyal, you exhausted every avenue to make things
work out with him over those eight years. Am I correct?"
Devon made a face. "That was stupid of me, huh?"
I shook my head. "No, you weren't stupid. Barrett was.
Barrett should have treated you better and realized that he
had a princess on his hands. But his loss is my gain..."
Devon smiled and slipped both of her arms around me in a
loving embrace. She planted a simple kiss across my neck and
cooed, "You are incredible, Jeremy. You really are. No one
has ever made me so special before. I love you. I love this
island. I love the whole atmosphere of this place. It feels
like I stepped out of my old life in Pennsylvania - just left
it behind - and stepped into someone else's life. My world
has been turned upside-down, but in the best way possible.
It really feels as if I traded places with someone else!"
"Whatever makes you happy, Devon... that is all I care
about." When the young woman retracted from our embrace, I
reached out with my hands and stroked her mouth with both of
my thumbs in a warm, tender fashion. I then looked into
those alluring eyes of hers and offered up a soothing smile.
"I would like to spend the rest of the morning and afternoon
with you, sweetheart. I will take you anywhere on the island
that you want to go. The choice is up to you..."
Devon placed her hand on my chest and held it there for
several seconds before offering, "I remember the other day,
Jeremy, you took Trish diving off the coast. If it is not
too much trouble, _I_ would love to go diving with you."
"Oh? Do you have any experience?"
"I'm certified, baby!"
"You're a certified diver?"
"Yeppers," Devon clarified, nodding her head. "I took both
basic and advanced scuba diving courses at this place back in
Pennsylvania called _Underwater World_ a couple years ago. I
also took courses in nitrox and advanced nitrox. Since then,
I have went diving off the coasts of Pennsylvania, New Jersey
and, while visiting friends there, Florida."
"Excellent," I nodded. "Then I don't have to hold your
hand and worry about you like I did with Trish last week.
That was her first dive, ever. So, dear... do you want to go
diving right now? We can get the diving equipment from the
storage room, then take the big boat out to the ocean. Or,
we can do something else first, if that is what you want.
Some lunch? An ice cream? Whatever you want is fine..."
"I'd like to go diving now," Devon informed me. "Again,
if it is okay with you..."
I smiled at her. "You're the boss. Not me." I stood up
from the chair here within the library and extended my hand
toward her. "Off we go, _lay luscious Miss Da-VONNNNN_..."
"Awesome!" she exclaimed, accepting my hand.
* * *
A few minutes past noon-time, while aboard the big boat,
Devon and I counted to three, then back-rolled into the 77
degree waters of the Pacific and let the current wash over
us. I felt the familiar calm wash over me all at once.
There is nothing like the serenity of being suspended in
mid-water and the concurrent rush of flying past dizzying
arrays of color and life. From 80 FSW (feet of seawater),
Devon and I could clearly see the bottom of the boat and
make out the coral heads nearly 50 yards in all directions.
Our first close encounter with marine life was with a
colony of friendly sea lions, who were more than happy to
show us how slow we were when we attempted playing a game of
_catch me_ with them. Devon then pointed out a hawksbill
turtle which, unfortunately, had a ten-foot-long fishing line
attached to its mouth. I tried to cut the line, but the
turtle got scared and swam away before I could finish. We
then came across several spotted eagle rays, free-swimming
moray eels, streaming schools of French and blue striped
grunts, and gigantic grouper and lobster.
Since Devon was an experienced diver, I had decided to
bring my _Sony DCR-TRV315_ digital camera, complete with
underwater housing, along for the trip. My thinking was
that, because Devon knew what she was doing in the water, I
could get some good snapshots of the various sea life without
having to worry about her safety.
The exceptionally clear water made it easy for Devon and
yours truly to spread out over the reefs and sand flats
while maintaining visual contact with each other. I used
this opportunity to get extended interaction (as well as
photographs) with a wide variety of inquisitive animals. A
single balloonfish seemed quite interested in me. No matter
where I drifted off to, it followed me around for several
moments before finally losing interest and floating away. I
was able to obtain several good snapshots of it, though.
The reefs were gorgeous as well, with healthy coral, large
tube and barrel sponges, and abundant anemones with their
attendant brittle stars and shrimp. Each coral head was
crowned by teeming masses of colorful reef fish and cloudy
pockets of fish fry. Indeed, it seemed like a completely
different universe down here. It was simply breathtaking.
Devon returned to my side and we proceeded to ride the
currents and watch the circle of life unspool around us in
the reef's fairytale turrets and spires. Soon, I remembered
that there was actually a sunken ship in close proximity to
us. Knowing that she would find it interesting, I motioned
for Devon to follow me further into the depths.
Minutes later at 124 feet underwater, Devon and I were
standing on the sea floor with the bow towering way above
us. The wreck had corals and sponges growing all over it.
The sinking of this ship was a terrible tragedy, indeed, but
new life had since sprung up on it as it was a coral reef.
Unfortunately, the vessel - a fishing boat that was
reported missing in 1944 and not discovered until 1976 -
appeared to be in a lot worse shape than the last time I
visited it. The wooden deck and structures above it were
rotted away, but the steel skeleton remained, although it
was slowly but surely being destroyed by corrosion from the
salty sea. That was depressing to me.
Unlike the last time I went diving here (eight months ago
with Kristanna), there were large holes in the side of the
ship, with entire sections already caved in. Originally, I
wanted to take Devon on a swim through the cabin and engine
room. However, I chose not to in fear of that if either of
us bumped into something, we could be trapped inside!
While Devon and I were curiously exploring the wreck, our
dive computers indicated that we had stayed underwater too
long to safely return to the surface. Thus, we had to stop
on our way back topside and decompress before getting out of
the water. After 45 minutes of underwater exploration, Devon
and I finally returned to the boat and climbed aboard it.
Naturally, Devon claimed that she had a _whale of a time_
(no pun intended) and made me promise that I would escort her
back into the depths sometime soon for another dive. Also,
it should come as no great surprise that next time, Devon
insisted, she wanted Kristanna to come with us as well.
* * *
"You could never pay me enough money to go diving in the
ocean!" Lindsay said to not only me, but Devon as well, as
the three of us relaxed together in the recreation room of
the estate. Two hours after Devon and I had returned to the
island from our open water adventure, we found ourselves with
the young and charming Lindsay here in the recreation room.
Devon, who was in the process of replying to an e-mail
from her sister on one of the three _Sony Vaio_ computers
that were found here, turned toward Lindsay and flicked a
wrist at her. "Diving is so much fun. It is exhilarating!
Why in the world are you afraid to go into the water?"
Lindsay's eyes wide, she huffed and answered, "Uhhhhh...
HELLO? Sharks! I would be SCARED TO DEATH of a horrible,
nasty _Jaws_ coming along and taking a big bite out of me!"
Devon snickered at Lindsay and her childlike reaction and
demeanor as she continued, "I do not know how you and Jeremy
could have went diving like that! _124 FEET DEEP_? All it
takes is one hungry shark! AND YOU WANT TO GO DIVING AGAIN?"
Devon was still laughing because Lindsay, for all intents
and purposes, sounded like a horrified grade schooler right
now. In fact, Devon had to collect her senses and take a
moment to settle down before finally saying, "Of course we
want to go diving again, honey. Jeremy and I are going back
to that sunken ship sometime later in the week. Kristanna
is going to tag along with us for the trip, too."
Lindsay held both hands out in front of her and shook them
about in a wild manner. "But what if you see a SHARK?"
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "I would actually LIKE to
see a shark." Lindsay seemingly had a heart attack because
of those words as Devon added, "I went on a shark dive once
in Florida. I signed up with some friends of mine to go on
a shark dive with a professional diving academy."
"Oh yeah?" I asked her, curious. "How did that go?"
"It was awesome!" Devon responded. "I remember one of
the divemaster's assistants took a plastic milk carton full
of dead tuna-fish and suspended it ten feet from the bottom
of the ocean. It was like ringing a dinner bell! Eight to
ten various types of sharks appeared out of nowhere within a
minute or so. I sat off to the side with my friends, the
divemaster and his crew assistants, and we watched the
sharks swim around the bait in circles. Occasionally, they
would try to take a bite at it. Once the carton was broken,
the sharks went crazy for about 15 seconds. But when all of
the tuna was gone, the sharks all drifted away. Before the
container was broke, though, a reef shark - probably about
six feet in length - swam RIGHT BY ME. I even reached out
and touched its side with my finger. It felt rugged!"
"How did it react to you touching it?" I inquired.
Devon shook her head. "It didn't seem to care, or even
notice. When I got back to the surface, I was so excited!
I told anyone who would listen that I actually touched a
shark! Not just any shark, but a reef shark!"
"A Caribbean reef shark?" I asked, wanting clarification,
to which Devon nodded her head at me.
Lindsay looked squeamish. "Haven't Caribbean reef sharks
been known to attack humans?"
"Very rarely," I told her. "Usually one will only attack
a human if it is feels threatened or cornered. Treat it with
respect and give it space, and there should be no problems."
"It would the same way with a dog, honey," Devon said to
Lindsay. "Most dogs will not attack humans unless they feel
threatened. But if you give it enough of a reason, even a
poodle will bite you just like a doberman or pit bull would."
"What if you and Jeremy saw a Great White Shark when you
were diving?" Lindsay shrieked. "They are killers!"
"Nonsense," Devon mused.
"Didn't you see _JAWS_?" Lindsay cackled.
"Since they started keeping statistics on shark attacks,
in 1876, Great Whites have been responsible for 64 human
fatalities and, I believe, 212 non-fatal attacks across the
whole, wide world," I told Lindsay. "That is 64 deaths over
a 130 year period. Think of how many people die from being
in automobile accidents every single day, Lindsay. There
have been only seven fatal Great White attacks along the west
coast of America during that same 130 year span. Compare...
an average of 15 people die EVERY YEAR from dog bites."
"Only 64 people have been killed by Great White sharks in
the past 130 years?" Lindsay countered. "No way..."
"It has been documented," I informed her. "You can look
it up on the Internet. Think of how many people are in the
ocean every year. You have a much higher risk of being
fatally wounded by a dog than you do by a Great White, or
any other shark, for that matter. A shark can come very
close to the shoreline. It can swim in water that is only
three or four feet deep. Just think of all of the millions
of people who go swimming, surfing and jet-skiing each year.
Check... I'll say billions - not millions."
"I think most shark attacks on humans happen when people
are laying or sitting on their surfboard, with their arms or
legs dangling in the water," Devon chimed in. "The sharks
see the bottom of the surfboard and mistake it for a seal,
which is one of their favorite things to eat. The shark will
come up and bite at a leg or arm but, once it realizes that
the person is not a seal, it will lose interest and leave."
"But that can be a pretty nasty bite!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"I heard about some girl in Hawaii who had her whole arm bit
off! They talked about her on the national news for weeks!"
"The bite can be devastating, yes," I agreed. "Still, you
have a better chance of being killed by an attacking dog than
by a shark bite. You have a better chance of being killed by
a dog than you do of even being barely HURT by a shark."
"All of those terrible movies about sharks they have made
over the years have given people the misconception that they
are mindless killing machines that are constantly hunting
for humans," Devon offered. "That is so untrue. When I was
in Florida, the divemaster said he had oversaw 2,400 shark
dives like the one I was on, and not once did they have an
incident. I felt totally safe and secure."
Lindsay shook her head in a defiant manner. "I do not
care what either of you say. You will never see me going
diving in the ocean like you two did. You really have no
idea what is lurking down there... waiting to pounce on you!"
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "The same could be said
for life on land too, sweetie. Snakes, other reptiles...
poisonous insects... anything. Bears, cougars... even other
people themselves. We are not immune from danger no matter
where we go. Dry land is no different than being underwater
in that regard. There are dangers everywhere you go. Car
wrecks, catching a disease, whatever you want to think of."
"Your life is in danger every minute of every single day,"
I told Lindsay. "Devon's life, my life, everyone's life.
We could be sleeping and a meteor could come crashing down
on us. Devon and I, and even Kristanna... we enjoy diving.
It is SO beautiful in the water, Lindsay. Whatever risks
that are down there, we are willing to take. You do not want
to dive? That is fine. We never asked you to."
Lindsay shook her head yet again, then shivered in quite
the theatrical manner. "Let's stop talking about depressing
subjects like this, okay? HUH? Let's do something fun and
constructive here! Let's play video games!"
Devon slapped her own forehead in a playful fashion and
giggled. "VIDEO GAMES? Well... you two can play video games
if you want." She turned in the swivel chair at the computer
and focused her eyesight onto the monitor in front of her.
"Me? I'm going to finish this e-mail to my sister."
Lindsay, who was seated across from me here on the floor,
reached out with both hands and grasped my wrists with them.
"What do you want to play, Jeremy? How about we fire up the
_X-Box_ and play _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_? What do you
think? I still need to beat the final boss! You can help!"
"Haven't you and Trish been playing that game together?
Shouldn't Trish be here too, if you defeat the final boss?"
Lindsay shrugged her shoulders in response and murmured,
"I have no idea where Trish is. Besides, I have played the
game a lot more than she has. A lot of the progress we made
in it was because of my gameplay, not hers."
I narrowed my gaze at Lindsay. "You two played that game
together for over a week. If you beat the game, sweetheart,
Trish should be here to enjoy the moment as well. Right?"
The 18-year-old made a face and crinkled her nose at me.
"Trish would get more satisfaction out of defeating the last
boss by herself." I offered Lindsay a puzzled expression as
she continued, "I would get more satisfaction that way, too.
The game has a save point. I will beat it on my own time.
Then, Trish can do the same. Both of us would be happy."
"But Trish only plays video games because she knows how
much you enjoy it," I remarked, still confused. Was Lindsay
angry at Trish about something? Did they have an argument?
No way, I told myself. Trish would _never_ raise her voice
or do anything to upset Lindsay. Never in a million years.
"Trish has plenty of video games back home in Canada,"
Lindsay reminded me. "She enjoys playing them by herself,
too. Now will you help me beat the final boss, or not?"
Although absorbed in typing an e-mail response to her
sister on the computer, Devon weighed in by saying, "Oh...
help the girl out, Jeremy. Lend her a helping hand." I
could be wrong, but I do not believe that Devon had caught
onto the negativity that Lindsay suddenly seemed to have for
Trish. Perhaps it was because Devon was more focused on
typing her message than listening to our discussion?
Or, maybe _I_ was wrong. Could I be reading too much into
this? Really, how could there be _any_ problem between Trish
and Lindsay? Both ladies were absolutely perfect together.
Taking Devon's advice, I relented. "Very well. I will
help you beat the final boss if you have trouble with him.
But do not delete the save point, because Trish may want to
try her hand at defeating the final boss in the future too.
Trish should have that opportunity if she wants it."
"Okay," Lindsay nodded, her voice cheery and gleeful.
* * *
Although I tried to dismiss them, worries about Trish -
and Lindsay's feelings for her - were swirling throughout my
mind as I sat upon the sun-drenched pool deck on this Monday
afternoon. Several hours after leaving the recreation room,
where young Lindsay did, indeed, finally defeat and conquer
_Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds_ on the _X-Box_
system, I had swam several laps in the infinity-edged pool
before settling down into a nearby lounge chair. I wanted
to be positively sure that everything was okay between Trish
and Lindsay. Until I was, I would worry about the situation.
"Vat are yew doing?"
I had been so deeply immersed in thought that I did not
realize that I had company until those words were spoken.
The sound startled me, but I smiled after turning my head
and noticing that the beautiful and charming Kristanna had
decided to grace me with her presence.
Dressed in a multi-colored bikini top and a grass skirt,
Kristanna looked like a true islander. She even had a ring
of pretty flowers in her hair, giving her that impression
even more. I just had to give her a second smile, based on
her physical appearance and the way that she was dressed.
"I'm just enjoying the day, sweetheart," I quietly said,
answering her question. Kristanna took a seat in the chair
next to me as I added, "The weather today is perfect."
"It sure be beautiful," Kristanna told me, gazing out at
the shimmering pool. "I can see vy yew never vant to leave
here, ya. Yew live in da absolute lap of luxury vid dis
mansion." She linked her left arm with my right, and then
spoke in that sultry accent of hers, "Devvy has been asking
a lot of questions about yew. Da udder night, today, all of
last veek. Dat girl is trying to pick me brain about yew."
"What have you been telling her about me?"
Kristanna smiled. "Da trood. So all good dings. Devvy
is in love vid yew, crazy Jeremy."
"Crazy Jeremy?" I shrugged my shoulders. Kristanna was
a comedian and liked to throw little digs in like that every
now and then. I absolutely loved her personality.
"Is Devvy da girl dat yew see yewrself marrying?"
I smiled because of her question. "Seems like a good
possibility if you ask me. I am not proposing to her yet
by any means. But I can see myself marrying Devon in the
future. She is special. Devon is the one that I am going
to focus my time and energy on. I want to be with her."
Kristanna grinned. "Dat is vunderful!"
"Devon seems to be the best choice and best overall fit
for me," I mused. "I pretty much disqualified the idea of
marrying either Lindsay or Amy. Lindsay because she is so
young and Amy... for a variety of reasons. I never thought
about Camille that way. Pamela, I could... very easily.
But I find myself much more attracted to Devon than Pamela.
And Trish? Trish barely knows that I exist, it seems. She
barely knows that anyone - with the lone exception of
Lindsay - exists. She is obsessed with her. If things were
different, though, I would be very interested in Trish. She
just doesn't notice anyone except Lindsay."
"Amy is older version of Lindsay," Kristanna observed.
"Lindsay may be all sveet and innocent today, but ten years
from now, she vill be rough around da edges yust like Amy.
I am glad yew are not dinking of Lindsay or Amy as yewr
possible choice anymore, Mister Jeremy. I am not sure yew
vant slut puppy like dem as yewr vife. Amy is slut puppy.
Lindsay is da slut puppy in training."
"But I like Amy, and her look," I countered. "She is my
bad girl fantasy come to life. Lindsay is my good girl
fantasy come to life. And the likes of Devon, Pamela and
Trish are my absolute dream girl fantasies come to life.
One of them, though, stands way far out from the rest."
Kristanna hesitated before asking, "Vare do I fit in?"
I smiled at her. "You're my best friend come to life."
Kristanna made a face and shook her head in response.
"Istedenfor � bekymre deg over alle disse jentene, burde du
forst� at jeg elsker deg og at jeg ville bli den beste konen
du noengang ville f�. Du har bare ikke forst�tt det enn�."
I laughed and waved a playful fist at her. "WHY DO YOU
DO THAT TO ME?" Still laughing, I shook my head. "I cannot
understand a word you say when you start talking Norwegian."
I did, however, catch those three magic words once again -
_jeg elsker deg_ (or, _I love you_ in her language). Perhaps
it was taken out of context during that long quote, but the
question definitely begged an answer. Did Kristanna love me?
Was she in love with me? We had been best friends for years.
If Kristanna loved me, why hadn't she come forward about
it? Why did she help me bring all these other women to the
island in the first place? That confused me most of all.
"If yew vant to know vat I say about yew, Jeremy, ven I
talk me language, den learn me language!" she suggested.
"Norvegian is language of love. It best language in vorld!"
I laughed at her broken English. "Since when is Norwegian
the language of love, dear? I thought that was French."
"Not anymore," she advised me, grinning. "Yew have dought
of every girl as possible vife for yew vid lone exception of
Camille. Yew do not like her, or someding?"
"I do not know, Krissy," were my words. "I have the same
problem with Camille as I did the last time you and I talked
about her. I have hardly had any time with Camille yet. We
went diving, I guess, but that was nothing since we were
underwater. I haven't had any time alone with Camille. It
is hard to have feelings for someone you hardly know."
"Yew and I know each udder VERY well," Kristanna mused.
"But it be okay, Jeremy. Me dinks dat Camille is much more
into girls dan she is into guys. Dat me opinion."
"You don't think Camille likes men?"
"No, I did not say dat," Kristanna responded, shaking her
head. "I said I dink she is more into girls dan guys. She
may like guys but she like girls a vull lot more, ya."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't blame her for that. I
find women totally irresistible. I love all of them."
"Me too," the quirky blonde giggled. "Me too."
"I already know who your favorite of the girls is..."
"Dat vould be Devvy," Kristanna commented. "Dat sexy
ding. She be so pretty, so sveet, so friendly." Kristanna
shook her head and added, "I vatched yew and her yesterday
vid da voyeur room. Ven she tell yew about vat happened to
her in high school, I vas crying." Kristanna pouted and
glanced downward for an instant. "I vanted to vrap my arms
around dat girl and never let her go. I vanted to tell her
dat everyding was okay. It really upset me ven Devvy say
dat she radder be dead dan Alicia. I actually got mad. I
cried harder and stood up from chair, and yelled at monitor."
"Devon did not mean that," I implored. "Devon was upset
and not thinking straight. Still, I think that she blames
herself for what happened to Alicia. It also does not help
matters that her parents have seemed to shut her out of their
lives completely. There is no reason for them to continually
shun her some 12 years after the fact." I lightened the
subject by asking, "Did Devon tell you that she loves you?"
Kristanna was smiling now. "After ve had dat tree-some
last night, Mister Jeremy, and yew verr already sleeping,
Devvy turn and visper into me ear dat she does love me. I
vas so happy! I gave her a big kiss and vispered back dat I
am in love vid her too! Dat sexy ding..."
"Why did you whisper?"
"Because ve did not vant to vake yew up," she answered.
"As I said, yew verr already sleeping."
"I would have loved to hear the two of you say that to
each other," I mused, grinning. "I know how incredibly
attracted you are to Devon, sweetheart. You have had your
eyes on her since the day that you arrived here."
"Devvy is da girl of me dreams," Kristanna proclaimed. "I
dink about Devvy da same vay dat Trish dink about Lindsay."
"You have an unhealthy obsession?"
"I am obsessed vid Devvy, yes, but it not be unhelldy,"
the Norwegian advised me. "It be true love. But vat vould
make me very happy is if yew and Devvy hook up, Jeremy. I
dink, personally, dat da two of yew are da perfect couple."
I looked at Kristanna with a peculiar expression. "If
you are so in love with Devon, dear... why do you want me
to hook up with her so much? You have been campaigning for
her and me to be together. It does not make any sense."
"Sure it does," Kristanna countered. "I may love Devvy,
but I know dat she vould be very happy vid yew. Dat girl is
telling everyone on da island dat yew are da most incredible
man dat she has ever met. And I also know dat Devvy vould
make yew very happy. Vat do I alvays say to yew? All I have
ever vanted, nutty Jeremy, is for yew to be happy in life. I
vant da same for Devvy. It vould make me so happy to see da
two of yew togedder. Yew two vould be a great couple."
"But what about you, Krissy?" I asked. "Seems to me that
you are trying to sacrifice yourself and your feelings, your
desires, for us. You are totally in love with Devon."
Kristanna pouted. "Jeg ogs� elsker deg..."
"What?" I demanded.
She pouted again. "Oh... nudding. It be nudding."
Knowing that I would never get a translation out of her,
I simply shook my head and growled. Perhaps it was time for
me to be a little more direct with her?
"You know something, Krissy?"
"Vat?"
"Amy told me that she thinks YOU are in love with me,
too." Kristanna smirked as I asked, "Is that true?"
"Din galning. Jeg har alltid elsket deg."
I stared at Kristanna for a moment, confused, but then
sighed and shook my head. "What did you say?"
"Din galning. Jeg har alltid elsket deg."
I glared at her intently. "What does that mean?"
Kristanna rolled her eyes and offered me a playful grin.
"It means... _din galning_. _Jeg har alltid elsket deg_."
Now, I felt exasperated. "English please?"
"OHHHHH!" Kristanna exclaimed, laughing. "Yew vant it in
_ENGLISH_? Vell, it vill cost yew 300 kroner, ya."
"300 kroner?"
Kristanna giggled again, simply being her comical self.
"Yew know dat translation is a big money business, Jeremy.
Many people make a career out of the translation business!
I vill translate for yew if you pay me 300 kroner."
I folded my arms and tilted my head at her. "I don't
have any of your crazy Norwegian money."
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "Oh vell.
Looks like yew are out of luck, den. S-O-L."
"I'm going to buy a Norwegian-to-English dictionary one
of these days," I warned her, but in a very playful manner.
"Sooner or later, I will figure you out, Kristanna."
"I hope yew do."
I narrowed my gaze at her. "What does that mean?"
"Nudding..."
"Why do you talk in riddles to me, Kristanna?" I wondered.
"Why? I mean, every single time that I talk to you, you say
something in your native language. I have no idea what it
means. A lot of times, it is funny. I understand why you
do it. I understand your sense of humor, and am fine with
it. But other times, it can be downright frustrating."
The 26-year-old reached out and patted my shoulder in a
reassuring manner. "Oh... I do not mean to frustrate yew,
Jeremy, or make yew angry. I yust vant yew to be happy.
Dat is all dat matters. Yew and Devvy vould be happy as a
couple. I could see da two of you getting married one day
and having many beautiful children. Devvy is LOCO over yew."
"And you are loco over Devon."
Kristanna giggled. "And yew are loco... period!"
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