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"Island Fever" - Chapter 23 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2006
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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With nearly three weeks of the ladies' visit to the
island already in the books, I finally decided that it was
time to offer all of them the opportunity to spend a full
day with me on the mainland. We would travel through the
Pacific via boat to the capital city of Peru - Lima - which
was located 130 miles (209 kilometers) from this tropic of
eros which I had called home for the past ten years. I had
actually been planning this day for quite a long time.
There were several valid reasons for the excursion, but
the primary one was the simple fact that a few of the girls
(Devon, Kristanna and Lindsay to be exact) had made recent
comments about it being time for a trip to the hair stylist.
Once the others (Pamela, Trish, Amy and Camille) caught wind
of those requests, they joined the bandwagon as well.
Thus, it was a unanimous decision when I made the offer to
escort them to the mainland for a day of feminine pampering
which included a facial, manicure, herbal body wrap, salt
glow rub and massage, reflexology treatment, exfoliation and,
of course, haircuts/permanents. Everyone wanted to go.
So, on Sunday morning at the unholy time of 6:00am, the
group boarded the big boat with me here on the island - a 72
foot, high-speed _Teknicraft Catamaran Excursion Cruiser_ -
and we immediately set sail for the mainland. With a top
speed of 35 knots per hour and a cruising speed of 28, we
did not reach the port of Callao in downtown Lima via the
big boat until approximately 10:00am. Once there, all of
the ladies and I hopped into the stretch limousine that I
had previously arranged for, and we were promptly whisked
across town to the most upscale and prestigious beauty salon
that the entire country of Peru had to offer.
I paid the equivalent of $19,000 USD for all seven of the
ladies to be pampered and spoiled rotten beyond all reason.
Even though I got a haircut of my own (reverting back to my
younger days with a flat-top), the long stay at the salon was
quite tedious for me. After all, not many men would enjoy
spending a good portion of their day in a beauty salon. On
the other hand, however, I had no reason to complain simply
because all of the ladies had the time of their lives. The
various staff members at the salon treated each of them like
pure gold, tending to their every request and making certain
they got the most out of their visit. Still, it seemed like
we stayed there forever, though...
There was only one easily noticeable change amongst the
ladies in terms of their hairstyles. Lindsay, whose blonde,
free-flowing tresses had previously been loose and wavy, got
a new look with a heavy dose of curls. It was such a drastic
change from Lindsay's original hairstyle that several of the
other ladies playfully teased her by calling it a _rat trip_.
Devon also got a few inches trimmed off in back, but I did
not consider that to be too drastic of a change.
Once we finally left the salon at 3:00pm, I asked the
ladies if they would like to go on a whirlwind tour of the
city. As I mentioned earlier, Lima was Peru's capital city,
and it also had a tremendous amount of tourist traps. With
everyone in agreement on wanting to explore what Lima had to
offer, we hopped into the limousine and began the tour.
Rich with culture and tradition, Lima was one of my
favorite cities in the world. There were an excellent
collection of museums, beautiful Spanish churches in the
town center, and some distinguished mansions in the wealthy
suburbs of Barranco and Miraflores. Although the pace of
life in Lima was quite fast and frenetic, with expensive,
fast American cars cruising the main streets, things were
mellowed somewhat by the presence of the ocean and beaches.
The citizens of Lima were generally hard-working and quite
friendly, which were two qualities that appealed to me.
Kristanna, who had been here with me several times in the
past, literally begged the others that we pay a visit to
_Museo de la Nacion_, which was Lima's largest and most
prestigious museum. The reason Kristanna had such a great,
vested interest in this particular museum was that its main
theme was archeology, which also just happened to be the
collegiate course that she was majoring in.
Thus, _Museo de la Nacion_ was the first place that we
visited. During our two hour stay, Kristanna displayed her
considerable knowledge about archeology as she explained (in
great detail) many of the exhibits to the other ladies.
Admission to the museum was reasonable at six Nuevo Sol per
person (or approximately $1.86 in American currency).
_Museo Nacional de Antropological y Arqueologica_ was the
next stop on our whirlwind tour. Stocked full of important
and priceless pre-Columbian artifacts, this museum had quite
an outstanding reputation as well. Granite obelisks,
textiles and ceramics of the various pre-Columbian cultures -
including the _Nazca_ - were on display here, offering all
visitors an unmatched introduction to the great civilizations
which thrived and flourished in Peru thousands of years ago.
At 7:00pm - our standard time for dinner on the island -
we made our way into perhaps the most glitzy, expensive
seafood restaurant that Lima had to offer, _Costa Verde_.
Feeling quite hungry, I chose sea bass with wild mushrooms
for myself from the humungous buffet, along with basil and
ricotta gnocchi, and river shrimp dipped in saffron sauce.
It was delicious. I must add that sea bass is the _filet
mignon of fish_ - at least in my own humble opinion.
Not all of the ladies were connoisseurs when it came to
eating seafood, but I was happy that they were at least
willing to sample various items from the buffet. I was
fairly certain that Amy had never tried barbequed cod and
bacon wrapped in a banana leaf, but she clearly enjoyed it.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Pamela when it
came to mahi-mahi tacos with olives mixed in. She took a
little bite or two before deciding that it was not for her.
Lindsay finished off all of her red king crab legs, although
she made quite the mess in doing so.
After dinner ended, Camille made the request that we go
to the bullfighting arena. I agreed to go, but warned her
and the others beforehand that bullfighting in this part of
the world is Spanish-style - which means that the bull is
killed at the end of the competition. Needless to say, that
little tidbit of information sickened several of the ladies -
most notably renowned animal lovers Kristanna and Lindsay.
With no one but Camille now interested in going to the arena,
she eventually withdrew her request. Everyone was happy.
Our final destination on the sightseeing tour of Lima was
_Iglesia de La Merced_, a 17th century church located just
two blocks from the very center of town. It was Lindsay, the
religious sweetheart whose father was a minister before his
unfortunate passing last November, who insisted that we visit
this historic church. It was most noted as a shrine to the
followers of a 17th century priest named Padre Urraca. Even
now, Peruvian worshipers come daily to give their respects,
praying and touching the large silver cross dedicated to him.
It was after 10:30pm once we returned to the harbor and
boarded the big boat, then finally began our long voyage back
to the island. Because it had been such a tiring day, the
lovely trio of Trish, Amy and Camille went to the deluxe
sleeping quarters of the boat, hoping to take a nap there.
Pamela and Lindsay were seated upon the sun deck, engaged in
conversation, while Devon and Kristanna kissed and snuggled
together on the floor right here with me in the main bridge
of the ship. As the captain, I was treated to the sights
and sounds of both ladies as I steered the boat back home.
Our projected estimated time of arrival was 2:45am.
* * *
It was past midnight when I heard a noise from behind,
causing me to turn and then smile at the mesmerizing sight
of young Lindsay. Dressed in a pair of black spandex pants
and a colorful windbreaker, Lindsay flashed a charming grin
of her own and waved her little hand at me in greetings.
"Hi Jeremy."
"Hi sweetheart. Do you need something? You and Pamela
need another blanket or two for the sun deck? I am sure you
know by now that it can get very cold and windy up there."
"We are fine, but thank you for asking." Lindsay smiled
again and stepped into the bridge, then motioned toward the
duo of Devon and Kristanna. Now curled up in a sleeping bag
with blankets and pillows all around, the two ladies were
dancing and frolicking together in the land of dreams. "I
see the two of them are smart. They are fast asleep."
I nodded my head and smiled. "A lot smarter than I am,
obviously. I feel like falling over and taking a nap myself.
But I have to drive the boat and get you girls back to the
island before I can get any sleep of my own." I took a deep
breath and sighed. "You come here to give me some company?"
That little angel smiled again. Lindsay was such a doll!
"Actually, I wanted to thank you for everything that you did
for us today." Her eyes flashed as she continued, "I have
never felt so energized and invigorated like I did after that
herbal body wrap and awesome salt massage." Lindsay shivered
theatrically and giggled like a little girl. "Honestly, I
never felt any better in my whole life!" Then, she blushed.
"Well... except when I'm having sex, of course."
Chuckling lightly, I extended my right arm and motioned
for Lindsay to come to me. When she did, I curled my arm
around her slender waist and gently pulled her against me.
Lindsay turned at the last possible instant and, with her
back to me, took a seat upon my knee as I lounged about in
the captain's chair. I offered an exposed portion of her
neck a little kiss and breathed in the exotic fragrance of
her long, beautiful hair. No doubt, Lindsay was a goddess.
"You and I haven't been together in quite a long time, at
least in a one-on-one setting," she commented, placing her
hands upon my own at her stomach as I held her from behind.
"In fact, aside from that wild three-some we had with Amy
last week when I dressed up like a cheerleader, it's been
OVER a week since you and I last had sex together, Jeremy.
Remember? The morning of the big storm?" Lindsay turned
her head and offered me a sexy pout. "That is much too long
for me to wait, Jeremy. MUCH too long."
I placed my right hand on her upper thigh and caressed
it gently. "I definitely have missed being with you, honey.
But you know that I have been busy with the others - most
notably Devon and Kristanna. I guess the secret is out now.
You know that I brought you and all of the others here so I
could hopefully find a wife. That is what I want."
Lindsay giggled. "You might have found two wives instead!
Devon and Kristanna, you know..." She paused and continued,
"Is that why everyone is so much older than me? Kristanna is
26 while the others are ages 25 to 32. You only chose one
teen - me. What's the matter? You do not think that the
common 18-year-old wants to settle down and get hitched?"
"You obviously don't, which is perfectly fine in my book,"
I told her. "But you are right, honey. Except you, I chose
women who are older and much closer to my own age. Still, I
have absolutely no complaints about you whatsoever. I know
that you are not interested in a commitment now. Still, I am
glad that I brought you to the island, Lindsay." I moved my
hand to her hip and massaged it thoroughly. "You may well
be the sweetest, little thing I have ever seen in my life."
"Thank you, Jeremy," Lindsay smiled, her cheeks red once
again. "I love it when you compliment me like that."
"What are you going to do when you return home?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Well, I will
definitely go back to [Supermarket Name] and get my old job
back. Actually, I never lost it. I'm just on an extended
leave." Lindsay smiled brightly. "Technically, since I did
not quit my job in order to come to the island, I get to keep
all of my seniority, as well as my insurance coverage. You
know, working in our grocery store, seniority is huge. The
more seniority you have, the better hours you have, and the
better chance you have at getting requested days off."
"What about college?"
"Still undecided," she told me. "I have a scholarship to
go to [University Name] if I want to take it. You know, I
have always wanted to be a schoolteacher. But I may change
my mind and pursue a life in the ministry, like my father.
I have talked to you a little about that before, Jeremy. It
would be such an honor to convey God's message to others. I
also think it would be wonderful to continue my dad's work.
I know that dad would be really proud of me, too."
I smiled at her. "When you are ready and mature enough,
sweetheart, you are going to make someone an EXCELLENT wife.
I can see that now. You will make someone very, very happy,"
"I don't plan on even thinking about getting married until
I am at least 25," Lindsay said. "That is a long way off.
What day will that be? I was born in 1987. So it will be
December 4, 2012... yes. I will turn 25 then."
"I will be 38 then," I informed her. "Close to turning
39. Six-and-a-half years away. Know what? I was already
in the eighth grade when you were born. When I graduated
from high school, dear, you were only age four. Now... here
you are here. We are very good, close friends. That is
really incredible to me for some reason. It is. When I was
your age, you were only four. Incredible..."
Lindsay giggled at my words, then sniffed her nose. "You
know... whenever I talk about my father, I feel bad."
I frowned. "You miss him."
"Yeah..." she murmured, her voice suddenly distant. "I
never appreciated my father enough when he was alive. I
always took him for granted. I mean, he was always there.
I never once thought that one day he would be gone."
"You never think that about your parents or other family
members," I told her. "The thought itself is unfathomable."
"I never got to tell my dad how much I love him," Lindsay
pouted. "I always thought about it, but never told him. It
is the one thing that I really regret the most." I kissed
her shoulder as she kept talking, "Nowadays, I am very open
and appreciative of my mom and my three sisters. I never
knew how important family was until my dad passed away. I
tell my family that I love them all of the time now."
"Your dad knew that you loved him," I murmured, as Lindsay
quickly wiped a tear away from her face. "Besides, you are
always telling us that he is in Heaven right now, watching
you, your mom and all three of your sisters. Your father
knows that you love him. He can hear you now."
Lindsay sniffed her nose, then smiled. "Yes, he can. My
dad will be with me for the rest of my life."
"Like a guardian angel?"
"Yeah... I like to think so. But one day, I will be with
him again. I will meet up with my father again, in Heaven."
"I hope that is not for a long, long time," I grinned.
"I want you to live to be 100, Lindsay. More than 100."
She snickered. "I would like to see myself sucking cock
at the age of 100! I could very well be in a wheelchair by
then, but if I can do it, I am sure that I will still be
sucking cock. I just LOVE to suck cock, you know."
Needless to say, my own cock twitched and rustled about
within my trousers because of those words. "It has been a
couple of days since you did that last, honey. Thursday, I
believe... yes. The morning of Amy's birthday during that
three-some you and I had with her."
"Yes, exactly," the young woman nodded in response, before
glancing around in all directions. Lindsay focused on Devon
and Kristanna, both of whom were still sleeping rather
peacefully in the corner. "You think they will wake up?"
"Those two are dead to the world," I answered, looking at
them for a brief moment. "It's been a really long day. I
may have to drag them to the mansion when we get back. One
thing about Devon is that she is a really heavy sleeper."
Lindsay slipped off of my lap and, with a big grin across
her sweet, enchanting face, turned to look at me. "What do
you think about me sucking your cock right now, Jeremy?"
"Right now?" I gulped, my eyebrows raised.
"Uh huh," Lindsay cooed, again nodding her head. She then
brought both hands to her head and lightly ran her fingers
throughout her newly-styled blonde hair. "Just don't cum
in my hair, okay?" Lindsay giggled and added in that sweet
tone of hers, "I don't want to mess up my brand-new curls!"
I again gulped my throat as Lindsay slowly but surely
dropped to her knees in front of me. "Really, try to cum
in my mouth. I don't want your spunk on my jacket, either."
"My spunk?"
Lindsay did not respond verbally. Instead, she used both
hands to unloop my belt and get rid of it. Then, she pulled
my trousers and briefs down to my ankles. I sighed and
growled in passionate delight as Lindsay promptly grasped my
aching erection with both hands and began frigging away.
Realizing that I still had to navigate the boat, I placed
one hand atop the steering wheel and held it steady as this
little sweetheart extended her tongue and swiped away at the
very tip of my shaft. A determined look soon appeared on
her face as she continually pumped and frigged my erection
with her hands. Lindsay wanted to get me even more hard!
"You will always be special to me, Jeremy," she told me
in a soft, delicate tone. "My wonderful man. You are the
one who took my virginity. I will remember you and all of
the time we spend together for the rest of my life. I will
even remember dropping to my knees and sucking your big cock
here in the boat on the way back from a great day in Lima!"
"Trish helped me take your virginity too, honey."
"YOU took my virginity ALONE, Jeremy," Lindsay corrected
me. "Trish had nothing to do with it. I will not remember
anything about her once I return home to Ohio. You are the
one who I will remember most from being here. You, and Amy."
"Amy? Why Amy?"
Lindsay slowly shook her head and scoffed, "Because she
is so nasty and aggressive in the way she treats me."
"But you like that, right?"
"Yes. I like it a LOT."
"Trish still helped me take your virginity, though."
Lindsay did not acknowledge my words as she used her hands
to cup and softly knead my delicate testicles. At the same
time, her slick tongue darted over and across the head of my
pulsating cock. Being very gentle, Lindsay soon switched
her hands to the length of my shaft while moving her tongue
to my testicles. Now stroking its full length, Lindsay slid
and twirled her tongue around my burning testicles.
I was in my own personal Heaven right now. Of all of the
women I had been with in my lifetime, none of them excited
me quite the same way that Lindsay did when it came to giving
me oral sex. With her youth and inexperience, Lindsay was
certainly no expert when it came to sucking cock. In fact,
she still had a lot to learn and needed much more practice to
hone her technique. Still, despite those shortcomings, no
one got me going with oral sex quite like Lindsay did. It
_was_ that youth and inexperience of hers which was the most
appealing aspect for me. That, and the fact that I was the
only man Lindsay had ever been with. She had a virgin mouth
before meeting me a few weeks ago. Now, Lindsay was an eager
student who, if she had her way, would suck my cock with that
little mouth of hers on a daily basis. I was so lucky...
Moving her hands and fingers back to my testicles, the
18-year-old captured the very tip of my erection between her
lips, and soon began the slow, deep descent.
I moaned and growled as I watched the length of my cock
sink further and further between her lush, red lips. I
eventually let out a groan once Lindsay had engulfed me
completely. Her nose and lips pressed against my pubic
bone, Lindsay had taken my entire length into her mouth!
"Since when can you deep-throat?" I asked, stunned. In
the past, I had _forced_ my cock down her throat - and made
Lindsay gag and choke in the process. But she had never
taken my full length like this on her own. Lindsay even did
it right now without gagging! I was very, very surprised.
The seductress was frozen for a short time, obviously
enjoying the feel of my bulging cock-head lingering deep
within her throat. Then, without warning, her head bobbed
upward - until the very tip of my erection was loosely
nestled between her lips. Two seconds later, she quickly
engulfed and swallowed the entire length of my cock into
her hungry, greedy mouth yet again.
Lindsay used this particular technique for quite some
time. At the speed of light, she would jam my shaft deep
into her throat. While playing with my testicles, she would
then very _S-L-O-W-L-Y_ ease my shaft almost completely out,
until its tip was just between her luscious lips. Soon, the
maddening process would repeat itself. Over and over again.
When Lindsay looked up at me, her mouth still full, her
blue eyes roared with passionate lust once they caught sight
of mine. Our gazes now locked, Lindsay began bobbing her
head up-and-down at a very gentle, easy pace.
The young woman moaned in delight as I reached down with
my hands and caressed her scalp. Running both hands through
her curly blonde hair, I let out a deep sigh of ecstasy and
then thrusted my hips forward - driving my throbbing erection
hard and fast into her willing throat.
"I hope you're thirsty!" I exclaimed, grinning.
Lindsay immediately steadied herself, gripping the base of
my shaft and closing her lips tightly around it. An instant
later, the eruption came. My knees feeling weak, a series of
powerful sensations overtook my body all at once. Things
felt hazy and wildly disoriented as I allowed myself to
submit and luxuriate to this overwhelming sense of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Lindsay kept her mouth sealed tight around my
cock as I pumped load after heavy load of semen into her.
She slurped and swallowed down every last ounce, then removed
my cock from her mouth and began licking it dry. Her tongue
lashed away at every inch, making sure that the moistness was
taken care of. She did quite the excellent job, too...
"Since when can you deep-throat?" I asked again, now short
of breath. "You could barely fit half of me in before..."
Lindsay's nose crinkled and she giggled merrily at me. "I
have learned a lot from Amy, I guess. She jams those big
dildos of hers into my mouth at night until I start gagging.
It's helped me in learning how to deep-throat!"
Leaning down, I grasped Lindsay by the shoulders and then
pulled her back into my lap. Lindsay again turned her back
to me as I encircled her body with both arms, only to then
place my hands on her smallish breasts and grope them with
reckless abandon through the windbreaker jacket that she
still had on. I could really become addicted to this girl...
"I will drive the boat!" Lindsay squealed in an energetic
voice, her manicured hands now on the steering wheel.
"We may wind up in Alaska with you at the controls," I
teased her, still cupping and massaging those breasts. I
sniffed her hair once again and moaned, "God, sweetheart...
you drive me crazy. Everything about you drives me crazy."
"I really like you too, Jeremy." Lindsay nudged her taut,
little ass against my crotch and rubbed it over and across my
flaccid shaft in a highly exaggerated fashion. "Hmmmmm... I
love all of the time that I get to spend with you. It is
like you are my stud for hire!" Laughing yet again, Lindsay
nodded her head and added, "Yes! I will have sex with you
so many times, Jeremy, that by the time I go home in three
weeks, I will be a seasoned pro at it!"
"We'll have sex as much as you want," I promised her.
"Devon and Kristanna have no problem in me being with you."
Soon, Lindsay glanced over at Devon and Kristanna once
again. "Since those two are _dead to the world_ as you say,
Jeremy, maybe you would like it if I stayed here with you
for a little while? You know... keep you company?"
"I would love that."
Lindsay giggled. "Only if I get to steer the boat! Only
if I get to steer the boat..." She kept her hands upon the
wheel and turned it from side-to-side in a repeated motion,
causing the boat to temporarily drift to either direction.
"Don't play around, honey," I said, placing my hands upon
hers and steadying the wheel. "This boat is not a toy."
Lindsay turned her head and offered me a playful frown.
"Oh... you are no fun, Jeremy! No fun at all!"
"Just call me a concerned citizen," I chuckled.
Suddenly, there was the sound of an exaggerated cough
from behind us. Startled, I turned and was rewarded with
the charming sight of the vivacious Pamela, who was standing
at the entrance to the bridge with an odd expression across
her face. Then, I realized that my trousers and briefs were
still around my ankles. I quickly pulled both back up and
into place as Pamela cast her gaze elsewhere for the moment,
offering another cough in the process.
"Hi Pamela," Lindsay greeted, waving a hand at her.
"Hi sweetie," she returned, before shifting her focus to
me. "Would it be possible if I could speak with you alone,
Jeremy?" Pamela then noticed Devon and Kristanna all nice
and snug together within the big sleeping bag. She motioned
toward them, but I shook my head in response.
"They are dead to the world," Lindsay advised her.
"Could I talk with you, Jeremy?" Pamela asked again.
Lindsay stood up and stretched both her arms and back.
"I saw earlier that Jeremy has a _Playstation 2_ hooked up
near the bar. I guess I can go and play some video games
for awhile if you really want some privacy, Pamela."
"I would appreciate it," the 30-year-old told her.
Lindsay grasped my hand for a brief instant and squeezed
it, then blew me a kiss with her opposite hand. "I will let
the two of you be, then. Thank you for such a good time,
Jeremy. I'll catch up with you later."
I nodded my head at her. "Sounds good."
Lindsay went over to Pamela and the two ladies shared a
friendly embrace, before the erstwhile teen-ager finally
exited the bridge. When she did, I could not help but to
openly gawk at and admire her ass encased in that stretchy
black spandex. It looked so tantalizingly perfect...
"Excuse me..." Pamela coughed, waving her hand at me.
Obviously, she knew that I had been staring at Lindsay's
ass. But who could blame me? "Jeremy?"
Once Lindsay vanished, I finally turned my attention
toward Pamela and offered her a friendly smile. "You
wanted to talk to me? What is it, dear?"
Pamela glanced downward for a moment, then meandered
toward the opposite wall and leaned back against it. My
eyebrows raised, I looked at her expectantly.
"Something wrong?"
"Yes and no," she answered.
"What is it?"
Pamela took a deep breath and asked, "What happened
between us, Jeremy? What happened?"
Confused, I tilted my head at her. "What do you mean?"
"You and I were as hot as an item as any two people could
possibly be during my first couple of days on the island,"
she began. "I remember the way that you talked to me... the
way that you treated me. You made me feel so very special,
Jeremy. For those few days, at least, I never felt so cared
and loved for before in my whole, entire life."
"That love and caring is still there for you, Pamela."
She shook her head at me. "Once I thought everything was
perfect between you and I, you and Devon were suddenly a hot
item. Then, just the other day, you and Devon are telling
everyone on the island that the two of you are madly in love
with Kristanna." Pamela shook her head once again. "You're
in a three-way relationship with them, Jeremy. The three of
you have literally been INSEPARABLE since." Pamela shrugged
her shoulders. "What happened to me, Jeremy? To us?"
"What are you talking about?"
"_US_!" she repeated. "You say that you care about me.
You want to be with me. You make references to commitment
and marriage with me. Then, all of a sudden, you are hooking
up with Devon and Kristanna. Did I do something wrong to you,
Jeremy?" Pamela seemed upset as she added, "Because if I did
do something wrong, I sure would like to know what it was."
I shook my head at her. "You did nothing wrong..."
"I know about the theme of your island." Indeed, Pamela
was upset now. "I told you from the very beginning that I
had no problem with you spending time with the other girls.
I was not going to become jealous at all, even though I
wanted to pursue a monogamous, one-on-one relationship with
you. But come on, Jeremy! You tell me that you want to be
with me... care about me. But days later, you are with Devon
and Kristanna. Both of them are openly talking about sharing
you for the rest of their lives. And, worst of all, you
genuinely seem to welcome that kind of talk from them."
"I welcome that kind of talk from anyone, Pamela," I said
in return. "If someone wants to devote their life to me and
I feel the same way about them, I am going to pursue that
with them. That is the kind of person I am."
"Life is not supposed to be a non-stop porn movie!"
"What?" I asked, confused.
Pamela stepped forward and shook her head at me. "To me,
Jeremy, it seems as if you want to collect as many women as
possible." She closed the distance between us and stared
directly into my eyes. "You want to build a harem, it seems.
As many women as you can possibly have. Even marry every
single one of them? I am sorry, but there is NO WAY IN HELL
that I am going to be one piece in an ongoing orgy for the
rest of my life. NO WAY IN HELL!"
"An ongoing orgy?" I said, offended. "Pamela... I am not
looking for an ongoing orgy, as you say. I am looking for
love." I shrugged my shoulders. "Ever since you and I
first became close, Pamela, I wanted to get to know you as a
person. I find you incredible. You are warm and witty,
friendly, peaceful. I even told you that I never want you
to give me a lap dance again. I do not like looking at you
that way. Of all guys, Pamela, after everything that has
been said between us, you should know that I am NOT some kind
of sex-starved maniac. I want to be loved..."
"You sure were in a loving mood a few minutes ago when you
were treating Lindsay like an inflatable squeeze toy. Why, I
could see the love just POURING outward from your heart..."
"Oh, give me a break," I scoffed, shaking my head. "I was
having fun with her. She was having fun with me. There is
nothing wrong with that. Even so, I sat here and talked with
Lindsay for a long time beforehand. We talked about her
future plans, as well as her family. It is not like she came
here and we immediately started messing around."
"You could have fooled me." Pamela hesitated for a moment,
but then continued, "This is what you want. You want as many
women as possible to be a part of your harem."
"I don't want a HAREM," I said, now somewhat irritated, I
did not like Pamela's tone of voice. "I want to be loved. I
want to be in love myself."
Pamela placed both hands atop my shoulders and shook me
quite vigorously. "If you REALLY want to be loved, Jeremy,
you would forget about everyone else and focus all of your
time and energy upon me! _ME_! NO ONE could ever possibly
love you as much as I could! _NO ONE_! You could take Devon
and Kristanna, add up and combine their feelings for you into
one lump sum, and then multiply it by ten. 100! STILL, it
would not even COME CLOSE to the way I feel about you! Devon
and Kristanna's feelings for you PALE in comparison to mine!"
Suddenly, I noticed one of Kristanna's eyes pop open with
those words from Pamela. Had she been awake the whole time?
Nestled with Devon in the sleeping bag, Kristanna shot Pamela
quite the evil glare with that one eye. Pamela, however, had
her back turned to Kristanna. She had no earthly idea that
someone else was listening to her now as well.
"When you are going to realize that?" Pamela asked me,
still upset. "When are you FINALLY going to realize that
the ONLY person that you need in your life is ME? Life is
not supposed to an ongoing orgy, Jeremy! God's plan for all
of us is to find a husband or wife, depending on our gender,
and then settle down and stay monogamous for the rest of our
lives. _Thou shalt not commit adultery_. You know what
that means? Monogamy, Jeremy! A one-on-one relationship!"
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with me establishing a
relationship with Devon and Kristanna if the three of us love
each other, and are in agreement about the whole situation
and its dynamics," I countered, trying to defend myself.
"What happened to ME, though?" Pamela wondered. "What
happened to the relationship that I had with you, Jeremy?"
"It is still there if you want it, Pamela."
"With Devon and Kristanna involved, too?" she huffed.
"If we could work everything out and the four of us were
in agreement about everything... yes," I answered. "But it
seems as if you have some sort of vendetta against Devon and
Kristanna. So, right now, I doubt things would work out."
"How did Devon and Kristanna shoot ahead of me in your
eyes?" Pamela demanded. "Specifically, Kristanna? I was
under the idea that she was nothing more than your FRIEND.
You told me that time and time again!"
"I freely admit that I look very bad in hooking up with
Kristanna so suddenly after all of the things that I said to
you," I stressed to Pamela, my voice very calm and peaceful.
"I admit that. But Kristanna and I... we had some highly
extraordinary circumstances that led us to where we are now
in terms of our relationship. Kristanna has been in my life
for seven years. She is my best friend. I did not know just
how much Kristanna meant to me until just the other night."
Pamela shook her head at me. "This is crazy..."
"You and Kristanna are both perfect, but in different
ways," I told her. "I believe that Devon is perfect, too.
Pamela sweetheart, I NEVER once lied to you. Everything
that I have said to you was the God's honest truth. I care
about you. I STILL care about you. I... I love you. I
think you are so much better than what your job as an exotic
dancer typifies you to be. I think you are so much better
than you give yourself credit for. You are so warm, so nice
and loving. You have so much in your heart to give. You're
an angel to me. An absolute angel. You really are."
Now, Pamela appeared as if she was ready to cry. "Then
how come you go to bed with Devon and Kristanna every night
now instead of me? Tell me that!"
"Because I love Devon and Kristanna," I replied. "But
certainly, that does not mean I don't love you. I do love
you, Pamela. I want Devon in my life. I want to devote
myself to her. I love Kristanna. I want to devote myself
to her. But I would also like to have YOU in my life. If
things were different, I would like for Trish to be in my
life as well. Lindsay, Amy, even Camille. If things were
different and all was right, I'd want all of you to stay."
Pamela appeared angry again. "You want a _HAREM_!"
I shook my head at her. "No, I don't want a harem. I
want to give all of you girls - you, Devon, Kristanna, Trish,
Lindsay, Amy and Camille - the absolute best life possible.
I fully believe that all of you would be happier with me than
anyone else - or anywhere else - in the whole, wide world.
Why? Because I would see to it that all of you are treated
the way you should be treated - as angels. From the time I
wake up in the morning until the time I go to sleep at night,
my goal in life would be to see that all of you girls here
are happy. Well... everyone except Camille, I guess. She
does not seem to like me. Still, if things were different.
I would think of her the same way if things were different."
Pamela almost laughed at me. "Do you honestly believe
that you could take care of and satisfy seven women?"
"I seem to be doing a pretty good job thus far."
She placed both hands on her hips and snapped, "I thought
you brought all of us here to find your future wife!"
"I did."
"Now you want SEVEN wives?"
I chuckled. "I fully realize that not all seven of you
are going to stay with me. Devon and Kristanna are going
to stay, obviously. I cannot gauge Trish's interest level
yet because she was so focused upon Lindsay, and is now
heartbroken over everything that happened to her. Lindsay
is too young to even think about a commitment. Amy? I
don't know about Amy. I do not think that she is into the
idea of commitment after her failed marriage. Plus, Amy is
still horribly angry at me because of her birthday. Camille?
It would probably be wise of me to not even think of her."
"So you want THREE wives, then?"
I chuckled yet again. "Pamela, I want what is best for
you. But even more importantly than that, I want what makes
YOU happy - as an individual. From everything you have told
me since you came here to visit, you are not happy in life.
You've been a stripper for 11 years. You want out, but
there is no place to go because no job will pay you anywhere
close to what you earn now. You do not want to go back to
being the french fry girl at _McDonald's_ like you were in
high school. That is not a job for a smart and beautiful
30-year-old woman such as yourself. Plus, you are lonely,
and you are depressed. Being a stripper has ruined your
outlook on people and how they perceive you." I swung my
hand out and added, "All of that is in the past now. I do
not look at you as a stripper. I look at you the same way I
do Devon and Kristanna - as angels. Give me a chance, and I
will do everything in my power to see to it that you are
happy and taken care of in life - in every facet."
Pamela slumped her shoulders. "With Devon and Kristanna
too? You want all of us to be a family, right? Everything
you just said to me sounds wonderful, Jeremy. Everything,
that is, except the fact that I would have to share you with
two other women - if not more. That's not right."
"What is the one thing you want more than anything else
in life, Pamela? What is the one thing you have always
dreamed about having? True, unconditional love. Total love.
Knock-down, drag-out, break-down-the-walls type of love.
You want to be loved for the person that is inside you. Not
because of the way you look, or because you can dance and
gyrate like no ones' business when music starts playing.
You want to be loved for the person that is inside of you."
"Yes, I do..." she gently murmured.
"I can do that, Pamela. I DO love you. I love you for
WHO you are... not WHAT you are."
"What can I give you, Pamela? I can give you all the
love and compassion that you could ever handle. I would
treat you the same, exact way that I treat Devon and
Kristanna. You would be a princess to me. An angel. I
would do whatever it took to make you happy."
I paused for a brief moment and then added, "What CAN'T
I give to you? What CAN'T I provide you with? I cannot
give you a one-on-one relationship. Things are different
now because of how Devon has stepped into my life. Now,
Krissy is a major part of my life, too. But a one-on-one
relationship is it. That is the only thing that I cannot
give to you, Pamela. Everything else, though..."
"But think about it, dear. Think about it. Say if we
had a typical one-on-one relationship... I wouldn't love
you anymore than I do now. I would not want to be with you
anymore than I do now. I could make you so happy if you
just give me the chance. But Devon and Kristanna have to be
included, too. More importantly, you have to care about
them and they have to care about you. Everyone has to be in
agreement. I'm not asking you to marry me, Pamela, or marry
us. All I'm really asking for is a chance. You have three
more weeks on the island. Get to know Devon. Get to know
Kristanna. All of us could be really happy together. I
would not say this to you if I did not think it was true."
Pamela shook her head. "This is insane..."
"I can't lay it out to you any simpler than this," I said
to Pamela. "Give us a chance, dear. Let me love you. Let
me treat you the way that you DESERVE to be treated. Let me
put a smile on your face, and make sure it stays there EVERY
SINGLE DAY from now until the end of eternity. All of your
problems would be in the past, and they'd STAY in the past."
"At the very least, give it a chance. Please. Kristanna
would not have any problems accepting you into our lives -
provided you hold no grudge or vendetta against her, and you
are willing to get to know her, and love her. I know that
you are already friends with Devon, so a foundation has been
established there. Just a chance, Pamela. Please. I want
the opportunity to make you happy. Please!"
"You make it sound all so nice and wonderful," Pamela
offered, her body shivering as she curled both arms across
her chest. "But... but I just... I just don't know."
"What is there not to know?"
"What?" Pamela retorted, her nerves wavering. "Because I
still cannot get past the thought that I would only be able
to spend one-third the time that a normal wife does with her
husband. One-on-one time, I mean. It doesn't seem right!"
"That is the one thing I cannot give you... yes," I told
her. "But I could give you everything else that you have
ever dreamed of having in your life. And so much more. All
of the things I have said to you in the past... nothing has
changed. I never once lied to you. I'm offering you the
ultimate opportunity to change your life, Pamela, and make
it better. A chance to be happy. That is all you have ever
wanted in life - to be happy. I could make you happy. I am
offering you the chance to be loved... to be cherished."
"This is INSANE!"
"Take all the time you want to decide, dear."
"Marriages are not supposed to have three or four people
in them!" she exclaimed. "Relationships aren't, either!"
I patted my chest and told her, "I got a lot of love in
this heart of mine. I could love you, Pamela, as well as
Devon and Kristanna all at the same time, and treat you all
like the princesses that you are."
"I'm not a princess, Jeremy," Pamela said, breaking up a
bit as she shook her head. "I'm a stripper..."
"You're a princess who is stuck in a bad job," I corrected
her. "You know what, Pamela? You don't have to accept my
offer of staying with us. I just want you to do what makes
you happy. But... guess what? If you decide to return to
Maryland... you're worried about finding a job as a teacher
in the future because of your current profession. You told
me last week, sweetheart, that you have went to college to
get your teaching degree for so many years. But you worry
that no school would hire you if they learn you were once a
stripper - no matter how qualified you are."
"What I will do - IF you choose to go back to Maryland -
is I will have a private school built in whatever town you
want. I will own it, and whomever I hire to manage and
operate it... I will make sure that he or she hires YOU and
keeps YOU as an employee. Provided, of course, that you
finish college and get your teaching degree."
"That's crazy, Jeremy!" she protested. "Open up a private
school just so I can teach at it? Think of the cost!"
"What's crazy about it?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.
"Don't worry, I can afford it. I want to see your dreams
come true, Pamela - whatever you choose to do. You can stay
with us on the island, as I said, or you can go home, and I
will personally see to it that you become a teacher. You
will not have to worry about hiding your past from potential
employers. You're going to be happy, Pamela. One way or
the other, you are going to be happy. I will see to it."
"Oh God..." Pamela moaned, a myriad of emotions suddenly
overcoming her face. I am quite certain that no man - or
woman, for that matter - had ever spoken to her this way.
No one ever wanted to give this much effort in making Pamela
happy. I could see it in her stunned expression.
"You made my dreams come true, Pamela, by taking time out
of your life to spend it with me here on this island. You
and all of the other girls made my dreams come true. Now, I
am going to do my best to return the favor. For not only
you, but everyone else, too - Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy.
And yes, even Camille. Even Camille..."
I reached out and tightly grasped Pamela's left hand with
my right, and looked into her tear-stained eyes. "Remember
what I said, sweetheart - whatever makes you happy. I WANT
you to stay and be a part of my life. Our lives. I know,
as I said, that Kristanna would welcome you with open arms.
I see no reason why Devon wouldn't either - again, providing
you are open to the idea of this type of relationship. We
could make you so happy if you give us the chance, Pamela."
"Or, you could go back home to Maryland. Your choice.
If so, your dream of becoming a teacher one day will come
true. I will see to it. I just want you to do what makes
you happy, dear. Whatever you decide, do it for yourself.
Don't do it for me, Devon or Kristanna, or even Trish or
Lindsay, Amy, Camille, whomever else... just do it for
yourself. Do what YOU want."
I patted her on the hand and gently kissed it. "Take
some time to think about it. You have three more weeks.
There is no rush, and I'm not going to pressure you at all.
Just do what makes YOU happy. What YOU want. That's all."
"Are you positive that Devon and Kristanna would not
mind?" she asked, her voice cracking. Somehow, I must have
gotten to Pamela with my impassioned speech...
"Kristanna is not one bit possessive, or the jealous
type," I stressed to her. "Neither is Devon. I will ask
them to be certain, but I already know what their answer
will be. But you have to be willing to open yourself up,
Pamela. If you allow yourself to get to know Devon and
Kristanna and eventually fall in love with them, and they
both fall in love with you... the sky is the limit for us.
I am not looking for an endless orgy. I am looking for a
commitment. I am looking for love."
Defiant, Pamela shook her head at me. "I am very sorry,
Jeremy, but I need some time to myself." Pamela turned and
left the bridge in a hurry. Frowning, I looked on and
watched her until she disappeared into the front hall.
Then, I sighed deeply and shook my head.
"I do not want Pamela in our lives, Jeremy."
_KRISTANNA_! During that long and spirited conversation
with Pamela, I completely forgot that one of Kristanna's
pretty blue eyes had popped open right in the middle of it.
Wait a minute! Kristanna did not want Pamela to be a part
of our lives? Is that what she just told me? _WHY_?
"Pamela is jealous and possessive," Kristanna told me in a
quiet tone, not wanting to wake Devon - who was still nestled
in the sleeping bag with her. "No matter how hard you try,
Jeremy, Pamela would never buy into the relationship that we
want. Even if she did, it would not work. The woman is way
too jealous and possessive to be in a multiple relationship.
There is nothing wrong with that, mind you. Most people want
a one-on-one relationship. Devvy and I... we don't. We both
want to love you, Jeremy, and for you to love us. What Devvy
and I want is the three of us to spend the rest of our lives
together. Pamela wants you to herself. Including Pamela in
our life on a long-term basis would never work."
Still seated in the captain's chair, I took a deep breath
and slumped my shoulders at her words. Kristanna was right.
Even if Pamela exhausted every effort to make things work out
with Devon and Kristanna, there would always be underlying
problems and conflicts from her end. Her morals, it seemed,
were against the idea of anything other than the prototypical
one-on-one relationship. Pamela could never change that. I
knew that down-deep, but did not acknowledge it until now.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Since Lindsay showed up," Kristanna answered. "I liked
watching her suck your cock, Jeremy. It gave me pleasure to
see you getting pleasure, if you can understand that."
I smiled at her. "I most certainly can."
"All I have ever wanted is for you to be happy, Jeremy,"
Kristanna frowned. "I have probably said that to you a
million times over the years. I love seeing you happy."
"What is wrong?" I asked, referring to that frown.
"You need to make a choice, Jeremy," she told me in a
very flat, uncharacteristic tone. "The time has finally
come for you to make your decision. You need to choose who
you want to pursue a relationship and life with." Kristanna
gulped her throat before saying, "Either me and Devvy, or
Pamela. You need to make your definitive choice now."
"You know I choose you, Krissy," I said, stunned that she
would present me with such a proposition. The young woman,
in fact, hid her eyes as I added, "How can you say that to
me? You know that I never want to let you out of my sights
again. I want to be with you forever."
Kristanna sniffed her nose and made eye contact with me.
"I know how much Pamela means to you, Jeremy. I... I just
needed to hear the words from you. I needed to hear you say
to me that you want to be with me over Pamela."
"Krissy..." I sighed, feeling the sudden urge to run over
and embrace her with both arms. If I did that, though, I
may very well wake Devon since her body was all curled and
entwined tightly with Kristanna's in the sleeping bag. So,
I had to hold to back for now. I would hug Kristanna later.
There was no need to disturb Devon's slumber.
"What about Devvy?" Kristanna inquired. "Who would you
rather be with? Devvy or Pamela? That is important, too."
"I have openly said since the night that Devon told me
what happened to her in high school - when her friend died
due to the bad reaction from the _Ecstasy_ drug - that I am
way more attracted to her than I am Pamela," were my words.
"I have told you that, Kristanna. I have told Devon herself.
I think Pamela is an incredible woman. I care for her a lot.
But she is not you. She is not Devon, either. I feel a
certain connection with Devon. It is difficult to explain,
but it is there. I pick Devon over Pamela."
Kristanna seemed relieved. "I just wanted you to clarify
your feelings for us. That is all." She offered Devon's
forehead a gentle kiss and mused, "This is the most wonderful
girl in the whole, wide world. Miss Devvy. I may tease her
a lot, but I love her. I really do. I just think that the
three of us could be so happy together, Jeremy. I do..."
I shook my head at her. "I don't want you to EVER have
any doubts about the way I feel for you, Krissy. I do not
like that. I do not like you feeling that way. No one comes
before you and Devon in my book." I shook my head yet again.
"You and I should have hooked up like this a long time ago.
You and I should be married, with a family, already."
"I am happy that it took us as long as it did," Kristanna
countered, a single tear streaming down her face. "If you
and I hooked up a long time ago, Jeremy, we would have never
met Devvy. Devvy is worth the seven years it took us to reach
this point in our relationship. Devvy is worth 70 years. I
will even say 700 years! Everything will turn out perfect in
the end because of Devvy. I have faith in that."
"You do have a point there, peaches."
Kristanna made a face. "I did not like what Pamela said
to you earlier, Jeremy. About how no one could ever love you
as much as she does. About how you could combine up mine and
Devvy's feelings for you, and they still do not measure up to
Pamela's feelings. I did not like that AT ALL."
"It was just Pamela's opinion, dear."
"Pamela truly has NO IDEA of how strongly I feel for you,"
Kristanna sniped, a definite tent of anger within her voice.
"She has NO IDEA of how often I thought about you every time
that I left the island and went back to Norway. She has NO
IDEA how much I always missed you, how badly I felt that you
were always all alone whenever I left you. Or how guilty I
felt..." Kristanna hid her eyes momentarily and shook her
head. "Pamela has known you for a mere three weeks, Jeremy.
I have known you for SEVEN YEARS. Pamela's feelings for you
do not even come within a FRACTION of comparing with mine,
and how I personally feel for you, Jeremy. NOT A FRACTION.
There is no possible way. None whatsoever."
Silent, I simply stared at Kristanna.
"Can I tell you something, Jeremy? Let me give you an
example of what I mean. About seven years ago, when I was
only 19 summers old, I was heartbroken. My girlfriend back
in Norway, Helga, had left me. I cared about her so much at
one point in my life. I felt depressed. I felt lonely. I
had plenty of opportunities to date others, but no one in my
life really seemed to interest me. I was in a funk. One of
life's droughts, if you will. I was so lonely."
Kristanna took a deep breath. "So I... I had a talk with
God one night. I got right down on my knees by the bed and
prayed, and had a talk with God. I asked Him to help me. I
felt so alone and so depressed after what had happened with
Helga. I wanted someone with whom to share my life with. I
wanted someone who interested me and someone who would look
at the person I was inside instead of the person I am on the
outside. That used to be a problem for me, believe it or
not, when I attended school in Norway."
"I can understand why," I gently told her. "But I love
all of you - inside, outside and everything inbetween."
Kristanna smiled. "So, this one night, I asked God to
help me find a man. Not just any man, but the PERFECT man.
I described him in every exact detail to God. The way the
man looked, his attitude, his demeanor and personality. It
was the same man that I had been dreaming and fantasizing
about for my whole, entire life. I talked to God that night
for well over an hour, Jeremy. I just poured my heart out."
"Two weeks later, I went on holiday with my parents to
South America," she continued, as my spine suddenly began to
tingle. Was Kristanna going where I thought she was going
with this? "One of the stops on our tour was Peru. Momma
and Papa wanted to visit Machu Picchu. When we went there,
lo and behold, the very man I described to God two weeks
earlier was right there at the ruins with us." My heart
literally skipped a beat as she concluded, "You, Jeremy."
"Krissy..." I quaked, a tear cascading down my own face.
"You are a gift from God," she told me. "I have always
looked at you that way, Jeremy. Crazy Jeremy. Silly Jeremy!
Somehow, God sent you to me. Or He made it so you and I
would meet. No matter the case, He heard me, and helped me
in my time of need." Kristanna grinned and nodded her head.
"It took us a long time to reach the point where we are now
in our relationship, indeed, but the feelings for you have
always been there from my end. I have always wanted what
you and I have right now, Jeremy. I always have..."
"Krissy..." I choked again, overcome with emotion. She
looked at me as a gift... from God? Me? _ME_? If anything,
ever since Victoria left me standing at the altar 13 years
ago, I had envisioned myself as one of God's mistakes. A
reject in life, if you will. Someone who had no place or
purpose in life. Never once did I consider myself to be a
_GIFT_ from God. Nor did I believe anyone could ever think
of me in that light, either. This was incredible!
Kristanna made the effort to get out of the sleeping bag,
but went about it in a very slow and gradual manner because
she did not want to rouse Devon from her sleep. Once free,
Kristanna hurried over to me and threw both arms around my
shoulders in a wild embrace. I returned it with quite the
vigorous squeeze of my own.
"I do not even know what to say in response to what you
just told me," I sighed, dumbfounded. "I'm speechless..."
Kristanna pulled away from our mutual embrace and smiled
brightly at me. "Don't say anything, then. It is perfectly
okay, Jeremy. I just wanted you to know how I look at you,
what my feelings for you are like. I am glad I told you."
"I am glad, too," I countered, still trying to come up
with a suitable response within my mind for what she had
said to me. Since I could not formulate something so very
eloquent and beautiful right off the top of my head, I went
with the most simple, yet meaningful phrase there was. "I
love you, Kristanna. I love you with all of my heart."
I gasped in surprise when Kristanna smashed her mouth to
mine for a searing, rip-roaring kiss. She tried to jam her
tongue right down my throat, literally usurping all of the
oxygen from my lungs in the process. I pulled her against
me in a forceful embrace and pinched her sweet, little ass
through the denim jeans which she had on. Kristanna, in
return, grabbed my own backside with both of her hands and
squeezed it rather harshly. She nearly made me jump, too!
After our mouths parted ways, Kristanna peppered every
portion of my face with a series of deep, needful kisses.
"I love you too, Jeremy," she gasped, her lips sliding over
and across my cheek. "Jeg elsker deg."
I laughed. "I know what that means. That is the one
Norwegian phrase that I can decipher. You told me before."
"It means _I love you_," Kristanna said, stating the
obvious. She pulled back and looked at me right in the
eyes. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you,
Jeremy. And I want Devvy to be there with us during every
step of the way. I want to spend the rest of my life with
her, too. Nothing would make me any happier. Nothing..."
"Nothing would make me any happier either, sweetheart."
Overcome with glee, Kristanna tossed both arms around my
shoulders and offered me another spirited, wrenching hug.
Indeed, this woman was the elusive soul-mate that I had
been searching for throughout my entire life. Even better,
I had _another_ soul-mate as well. I shot the sleeping,
lovely Devon a big smile as Kristanna and I continued to
luxuriate in the warmth of our embrace. Yes... it appeared
as if this was going to be my life from now on.
Suddenly, I considered myself to be the luckiest man on
the face of the planet. The whole universe! Who would have
ever thought that I would one day say that about myself?...
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"Island Fever"
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