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PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a direct continuation - an
epilogue of sorts - to "Island Fever".  In order to understand
this story and the unique situation that its characters find
themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with
"Island Fever" and its plot line.  In other words, if you have
not read "Island Fever", do not attempt to bother with this.

As an epilogue, this story will not be near as long as the
original.  I am writing it due to reader request and demand.




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Island Fever 2: Eternity
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 01: "Nineteen"



            -*-  Wednesday, December 4, 2013  -*-



   "Watch your step, Krissy," I said to my wife, taking her
by the hand and guiding her along the beautiful shoreline on
the western side of the island.  I helped her climb over a
collection of humungous, gray rocks, which had been polished
smooth by many centuries of pounding surf, and then along a
narrow waterway which led to a lagoon 200 feet inland.
   Kristanna stopped once we reached our destination and
surveyed the picture-perfect surroundings, then took a swig
of her sports drink.  "Is there any reason why the water in
this lagoon always seems to have a reddish tent to it?"
   I raised an eyebrow at her.  "I never told you about the
background and history concerning this particular lagoon?"
   Kristanna glanced at me curiously.  "No.  Enlighten me?"
   I nodded.  "A hundred years ago, there was a tiny village
on this island.  The people who lived here - whenever someone
was sick or injured - they would take them to this lagoon
because all of them believed it had healing powers.  More
often than not, the people felt better after staying here 
for an extended period of time.  The water, as you noticed, 
has that reddish tent to it.  That is the main reason why 
the islanders back in those days believed it had those 
so-called mythical, healing powers.  They were enthralled by 
it.  I have done a lot of research on this island's history 
over the years and heard all of the legends and stories."
   "Is there a reason why the water is red?"
   "It's a very technical reason," I advised her.  "It is
because of the iron oxide in the volcanic soil that flows
down from the mountain.  A scientist told me that once."
   "Iron oxide?" Kristanna countered, suddenly confused.
"That is WAY beyond my comprehension!"  She hesitated before
adding, "Is the water safe to go into?"
   "Of course it is," I responded.  "How can the water heal
you if you don't go into it?"  I laughed at her in a teasing,
playful manner.  "Use your brain, Krissy!"
   "You've got a good point," the 24-year-old pouted, seeming
semi-embarrassed.  "That was pretty dumb of me to ask.  And
if it was unsafe, you would not have took me here today so
we could go swimming in it.  I should have known better."
   I shook my head at her and smiled.  "Nah... you're fine.
It wasn't a dumb question at all.  No question is dumb."
   Unbuttoning the multi-colored sarong from her slender hips
and allowing it to fall harmlessly to the ground beneath her,
Kristanna eyed the water as I smiled at her in appreciation.
Oh dear Lord, I said inwardly.  What a sight...
   Kristanna was an all-natural, athletic beauty with looks
to kill, but for those people (like me) who claim it is what
is inside that truly counts, this girl had it going there,
too.  Kristanna had an amazing, effervescent personality;
she was bubbly, excited, enthusiastic and forever full of
life.  Most of all, however, Kristanna loved to laugh.  She
was an eternal ray of sunshine who had brightened and
energized my life like no one ever had before.
   Dressed in a metallic gold two-piece bikini that sparkled
in the sunlight which peaked through the vast canopy of trees
above us, the tall, statuesque blonde with the skyscraper legs
took a deep breath and then dove into the reddish water.  My 
arms folded, I stood there and patiently waited for her to 
come up for breath.  I figured this may be entertaining.
   "It's cold!" she screeched, literally hopping out of the
water (but thanks to gravity, going right back into it).
Her arms covering her front, Kristanna shivered theatrically
and glared up at me.  "You didn't say it was cold, Jeremy!"
Watching her thrash about in the water was almost comical.
   "What did you expect, dear?" I countered, motioning toward
the vast, open area behind her.  "Get out of the shade and
swim to the sunlight over there.  It will be much warmer."
   When I peeled off my t-shirt, Kristanna licked her lips
and seductively clicked her teeth at me, then turned and
began swimming for warmer pastures.  I dove into the lagoon
as well, the water quickly chilling my body but certainly
not my desire, then emerged and swam to where Kristanna was
leisurely treading in the warm sunlight.
   My bride of over three months looked spectacular with the
glow of the mid-afternoon sun shining down upon her.  Eyes
closed, she tilted her head back, lifting her face to the
high heavens in the process, and sighed contently.
   Once I reached Kristanna, I brought both of my hands to
her face and kissed those enticing, irresistible lips.  She
responded in kind, linking her arms around my neck and
opening her mouth to accept my probing, anxious tongue.
   "Hmmmmm... you taste salty," she murmured, kissing me with
a fervor and passion that rivaled my own.
   "Am I warming you up at all?"
   "Uh huh," Kristanna nodded, full of zest, as I trailed
both hands downward and cupped her lush, tight backside
beneath the surface of the water.  She hooked her right leg
around my waist and purred, "I'm not quite there yet, though.
You need to warm me up some more."
   "I have no problem with that."
   Kristanna smiled, then brought her left hand to my face
and offered a soothing, languid kiss.  When she slipped her
own tongue into my mouth, my right hand immediately drifted
upward toward one of her breasts.  As we continued to kiss
each other in a slow, romantic fashion, I cupped and cradled
her taut, firm breast through the thin bikini top she wore.
Both of us moaned simultaneously, and soon I was squeezing
her breast a bit rougher than before.
   At the same time, I coiled my left arm around Kristanna's
shoulder and pulled her tighter against me.  Our mutual kiss
intensified and before I knew what was happening next, the
young woman reached between our pressed bodies and massaged
the hard, aching lump that was tucked away in my shorts.
   Our tongues danced and intermingled together as the kiss
became rather heated and passionate.  I drove my tongue deep
into her mouth, tasting all of its sweet recesses.  I swiped
away at her teeth, her gums, the area underneath her tongue,
as well as the roof her mouth and its velvety, inner walls.
   I slipped my left hand downward and began to squeeze and
prod away at Kristanna's tight, bikini-clad ass.  Meanwhile,
my other hand continued to cup and grope one of her luscious
breasts.  Soon, we had to break the kiss in order to catch
our collective breaths.  It had become that intense.
   I used this opportunity to dispose of her gold top,
whisking it up and over her head, and tossing it to shore.
She placed the palm of her left hand directly onto my chest,
over my heart, and held it there for several seconds.  I
responded by squeezing a bare, firm breasts with my own hand.  
After several seconds of mutual groping, I kissed the very 
tip of Kristanna's nose and she giggled at me.
   The two of us maintained eye contact as my mouth slowly
but surely descended toward her one of her breasts - or more
specifically, its puffy nipple.  As my lips closed around it,
Kristanna let out a long-winded sigh and wrapped both arms
around the back of my head.
   As if it were nourishment, I eagerly sucked and slurped
away at her erect nipple.  Above me as the two of continued
to tread water in the lagoon, Kristanna moaned and sighed,
while voicing her approval at the same time.  Meanwhile, I
pumped her opposite breast with my right hand.  Kristanna
ran her long, supple fingers through my short brown hair,
while massaging and rubbing my scalp.
   "I don't know about you, Jeremy, but I'm HUNGRY."
   I chuckled as Kristanna pushed my head away from her
breast.  She gave me a beguiling, devilish grin, then turned
and began swimming toward dry land.  I quickly followed, of
course, and once I reached the nearby shoreline, Kristanna
was already on her knees waiting for me.
   I slipped my belt off and then maneuvered my trunks
downward.  Once they were at my feet, I kicked them off
and steadied myself before my blushing bride.  My erection,
needless to say, was already jostling back-and-forth in
front of Kristanna's immaculate, unblemished face.
   As she smiled and gently grasped my shaft with her left
hand, I shook my head at her.  "I love you, sweetheart.  Our
life has been wild and crazy over the past several months -
juggling and trying to keep four other women happy - but you
are the glue that holds everything together.  I love you."
   On her knees, Kristanna glanced up at me, her eyes aglow
with passion and lust.  I could not help but to shudder with
arousal as the 24-year-old extended her tongue and offered my
erection a teasing swipe.  She giggled at my response, then
slowly ran her tongue along the pulsing length of my cock.
   "Do you like this?" she squealed at me, holding back a
laugh at the same time.  She already knew the answer.
   "Oh yes!" I exclaimed.  "Ohhhhh sweetheart... ohhhhh...
you know I do.  That mouth could bring about world peace."
   She snickered at my praise, a happy expression upon her
face.  I would find it very difficult to go on in life
without Kristanna's mouth to service my cock.
   I gasped as Kristanna's left hand slowly tightened itself
around my enlarged shaft.  Again she giggled, this time while
giving it a couple of hard squeezes.  What a powerful sight;
her piercing, blue eyes were in direct contact with mine as
she lovingly caressed and squeezed my erection.  But then...
   A deep, guttural moan escaped from Kristanna's throat as
she slipped my shaft between her pouty, red lips.  As her
left hand cupped my testicles and gently kneaded them, she
closed her moist lips around my swollen member and began to
feverishly suck upon it.  She then moved her left hand to
the very base of my shaft and started to pump away.
   Within a matter of seconds, Kristanna was working my cock
in-and-out of her mouth at a steady, but not fast speed.  A
hungry growl escaped her throat as she looked up at me, which
in turn caused me to sigh.  Seeing her mouth stuffed full of
my cock, those precious lips forming a nice, big 'O' around
its diameter, as she looked up at me was a definite turn-on.
   I growled with sheer passion as I felt the tip of my cock
collide with the back of Kristanna's throat with each intake.
The collisions came quicker too, due to the increasing speed
of her head as she bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection.
Meanwhile, she continued to pump the base of my shaft with
her left hand.  I was, quite obviously, in Heaven!
   Kristanna made a loud gagging noise as her cheeks hollowed
around my hard cock, her head now bobbing back-and-forth at
absolute warp speed.  She was sucking me off like there was 
no tomorrow; as if this was her last act on Earth.  I roared
in pure passion above her while reaching the boiling point.
   All of a sudden, the Norwegian goddess whipped my shaft
out of her mouth.  In one quick motion, she tightened her
grip upon its base and extended her luscious tongue from
her wide-open mouth.  She aimed my cock at her tongue...
   Then I exploded in desire as a thick strand of sperm shot
out from my shaft and splattered over Kristanna's tongue.
She began pumping away at me with her hand, wanting more.  I
obliged her, as a series of heavy spurts erupted from within
me and covered Kristanna's lovely, charming face.  The whole
time, of course, I continued to moan while getting the royal
treatment from my angel bride.  Yes, this was Heaven.
   Once my shaft was drained of all its juicy sperm, I opened
my eyes and looked down at Kristanna.  Her face and long
blonde hair were soaked in my juice, but she sure did not
seem to mind.  In fact, Kristanna was giggling in lust as she
wiped her face with her fingertips, then sucked each dry.
   "Oh, you are definitely a sweetheart," I grinned while
dropping to my knees and kissing a dry spot on her forehead.
"I love you, little Miss Kris - more than you'll ever know."
   She continued giggling while sucking her fingertips dry
of all the thick jizz.  "I love you too, Jeremy."

   I hooked an arm around her midriff and pulled her down
onto the ground with me.  Now lounging on our sides and
luxuriating in the warmth of the sand beneath us, I brought
her right hand to my lips and kissed it tenderly.  "How are
you doing, peaches?" I asked her.  "Still cold?"
   "Not anymore," she responded, grinning.
   "I'm glad you suggested that we come here - back to the
island for a short vacation - while our home is still being
built in Norway," I gently told her.  "What a nice vacation
this has turned out to be.  The island brings back a lot of
good memories for the other girls as well, you know."
   Kristanna nodded her head.  "The vacation idea works out
perfectly.  Everyone except Devvy - only because she doesn't
want to - gets to spend some time with their family prior to
the Christmas holiday.  We have another week-and-a-half on
the island and then, in Ohio, you and I have two days with
your family, you and Lindsay will have two days with her mom
and three sisters, and then you get to try your luck with
Amy's parents yet again and devote two days to them, too.
Then two more days, this time in Canada, where all of us can
spend time with Trish's family.  We will make it back home -
to Norway - just in time for Momma's Christmas Eve dinner of
lutefisk and lefse.  I cannot wait!"
   "I cannot believe Christmas is only three weeks away."
   Kristanna pouted at me.  "When are you going to tell the
rest of your family about the true nature of our marriage
and the other relationships that we have?  Your father is
really cool about it, though he says the idea is not for him.
But when are you telling the rest of your family?"
   "I don't know, Krissy," was my honest response.  "I do not
know how my mother would react if she knew that my newlywed
bride and I have four live-in girlfriends who all have the
aspiration - some more than others, mind you - of one day
also becoming my bride in a polygamous marriage.  My mother
is very old-school, and would not understand that."
   "She is your mother, Jeremy," Kristanna advised me.  "If
your mother loves you - and I know for a fact that she does -
she will be accepting and supportive of you no matter the
decisions you have made with your personal life."  I gulped
my throat as Kristanna continued, "The same goes for your
two brothers and one sister.  Families support each other."
   "That is why I have always been up-front and honest with
my own parents," she added.  "Momma and Papa had their 
worries at first, sure, when I said I was bringing you and 
four other girls - all mutual lovers of ours - with me to 
Norway before our wedding a few months ago.  But I had a 
long talk with Momma and Papa, and said this is the life I 
want to lead.  They asked if I was truly happy, and I said 
yes.  It was really all they needed to know."
   "Your mother and father are very unique," I reminded her.
   "Trish's family had a very similar reaction when she told
them about her life as well," Kristanna mused.  "Trish told
her mother and father, and her two sisters, that she was
madly in love with Lindsay, but also loved the rest of us,
too - me, you, Devvy and Amy - and wanted to build a group
relationship that lasts a lifetime.  Trish's family loves
her, and was supportive of her decisions.  They were very
nice and receptive toward all of us."
   I shook my head at her.  "Same thing - Trish has a very
unique family.  On the other hand, I do not think my mother -
or even my two brothers and one sister - would be anywhere
near as accepting.  Well, my one brother from Kentucky -
Steve - would not mind.  He simply would not care.  But Dan
and Di would not like the idea of our relationship.  I know
for a fact that my mother would be totally against it."
   "They are your family, Jeremy," Kristanna insisted.  "It
may take some time, but they will support you.  That is what
families do."  She offered up a serious pout and grumbled, "I
just hate the idea of going to a Christmas celebration and
dinner with you and your family in a few weeks, while Devvy,
Trish, Lindsay and Amy are all cooped-up and hid away in a
hotel.  They should have the opportunity to go, too."
   "In the future they will, honey," I promised her.  "I'm
just not ready to tell my family about the others just yet."
   "Lindsay needs to tell her own family the truth, too,"
Kristanna nodded.  "Trish really deserves to meet Lindsay's
family and needs to get to know them.  They are under the
impression that Lindsay is engaged to you, Jeremy, and no one
else.  But the main person in her life is Trish.  Don't you
think it is wrong that Trish has never met Lindsay's family?"
   "Lindsay comes from a very religous background," I tried to
tell Kristanna.  "Her father was a minister before he passed
away over a year ago.  I cannot envision Lindsay's mother,
after being told that she is in a relationship with five
other people - four women and one man - is going to throw
open her arms and hug her, and say everything is okay."
   Kristanna rolled away from me, and slipped back into the
rippling water of the lagoon.  "You're just a big scaredy
cat, Jeremy.  All of you are."  She offered another pout,
but this time it was playful and teasing.  "Afraid to tell
your family of all the happiness you now have in your life."
Her head now the only part of her body above water, Kristanna
turned with a giggle and began swimming away.

                           * * *

   It had been some three-and-a-half months since the date of
August 23, 2013, which of course was when Kristanna and I
were married under a twilight sky on the beach in her native
country of Norway.  Along with the other women who also
shared intimate roles in both of our lives - namely Devon,
Trish, Lindsay and Amy - Kristanna and I had been on quite
the whirlwind of a ride over the previous 14-plus weeks.
   Following the glorious wedding ceremony and reception,
Kristanna and I (along with the other ladies) began our
honeymoon with a two week visit to Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
It was there that Trish, who had been a life-long resident
of the area, was reunited with her own family.  Despite our
unique relationship, Trish's family treated us with all of
the class and hospitality that one could possibly ask for.
   Our little entourage then ventured off to Paradise Island
in the Bahamas for a three week stay at the world-famous
_Atlantis_ resort and casino.  The honeymoon, which lasted
for six whole weeks, ended with a week in Cincinnati, Ohio
(Lindsay, Amy and yours truly all had family there).
   In early October, we returned to what was going to be our
new home - Norway - and began making plans to have a mansion
built on the 300-acre farm that Kristanna's parents had owned
and operated since 1979.  It was going to be on the complete
opposite side of the property from the house where her parents
lived now.  A top-notch construction company was hired and
broke ground on October 25, and with multiple crews and
round-the-clock labor, they estimated our 30,000 square foot
home would be completed by August 2014.
   The month of November allowed several of us to settle into
our new surroundings and get acclimated to life in Norway.
The entire lower level of Kristanna's family home, once a
basement, had been converted into a comfortable living room
and that was where the six of us were routinely staying.
   Devon occupied herself with Kristanna in the full-service
bakery and ice cream parlor which was part of the family
farm.  Trish and Lindsay helped out in the stables, looking
after all of the many horses and ponies, while Amy embraced
her new role as house maid and cook by aiding Rande
(Kristanna's mother) with routine, daily household chores.
   I worked closely with my new father-in-law, Kristof, who
gave me a crash course on what it took to run a successful
farm.  The idea was that once he retired, the farm was going
to passed onto Kristanna and yours truly so it would stay in
the family for (hopefully) generations to come.
   Previously, I knew nothing about the ins and the outs of
owning and operating a farm.  But I was learning and had
Kristanna by my side and, with financial resources not being
a concern, I was fairly confident in our ability to one day
turn a consistent profit just as the family did now.
   It sure was difficult and tiring work, though.  The hard, 
manual labor was something I had not been subjected to since 
my teen-age years.  It was a far cry from my days in the 
boardrooms of multi-million dollar companies, as well as all 
the many years of relaxing in the sun here on the island.
   But the farm was something new to me, and I more than
welcomed the challenge.  Plus, Kristanna was so incredibly
overwhelmed with happiness when I told her of my desire to
one day take over the family business and make it our own.
She had spent her entire life on the farm and truly dreaded
the idea of her parents selling it to some random stranger
one day in the future.  Now, that was not going to happen.
   What about the other ladies?  Kristanna had her own little
thing going with Devon.  The two of them had been literally
inseparable while in Norway, working in the bakery and ice
cream parlor, and spending the majority of the rest of their
time together as well.  Since Devon was clearly Kristanna's
favorite, that worked out great for me.  I naturally hogged a
huge chunk of Kristanna's time (since she was my wife, you
know), so I was afforded the opportunity to be around Devon
quite often, and get to further my own relationship with her.
   I did not have a clear-cut favorite of my own when it came
to our collection of live-in girlfriends, but if I had to
pick one, it would most likely be Amy (with Lindsay as a very
close second).  Amy was a completely different person than she
was from when I first met her back in June.  With her medical
issues now under control and the fact that she was in a safe,
loving environment for the first time ever in her life, Amy
had turned quite respectful and passive.  She was no longer
cold or abrasive when dealing with others, either.
   Amy had that submissive side to her personality, of course,
and she and I were still experimenting with that while I
developed dominant tendencies to help control and protect her.
It was a long and slow process, indeed, and I still could only
force myself to be strict and demanding with her about once a
week.  But Amy was patient.  When she and I did enter that
mindset, though, things got very intense; we could literally
break down the walls with our passion and desire.
   While Kristanna and Devon spent a lot of time together,
the same could be said for Trish and Lindsay.  I still found
it remarkable that these two ladies were back together after
basically not speaking to each other for an entire month
during their initial six week stay on the island.  By no
means was I complaining, though.  In my mind, Trish and
Lindsay truly belonged together.  They always did.
   Lindsay explained their troubles from months ago as her
simply being scared.  Trish was looking for a long-term
commitment from Lindsay shortly after meeting her.  Only
age 18 at the time and fresh out of high school, the idea
of a commitment was foreign to Lindsay, and Trish, for lack
of a better term, sort of spooked her with all that talk.
   Lindsay claimed that she never stopping loving and caring
for Trish, despite the fact she asked her to back off and
basically stay away from her.  It was her way of putting up a
shield to ward off all the talk from Trish about commitment.
   But as time went on, Lindsay began to realize that staying 
and building a life with us was not such a scary thing after 
all.  Once Lindsay finally understood that she would never 
find the type of love and compassion that we could offer her, 
she decided to commit to us.  Lindsay apologized to Trish, 
and suddenly all was right in the world between them.  Both 
of them now openly spoke about spending the next 50 years 
together in bliss, and one day being little, old ladies who 
still lusted after each other on a daily basis.
   I had an excellent relationship with Trish that had its
fair share of romantic and intimate moments, but she and I
had mostly reverted back to _friend status_ like we were for
the overall majority of her initial stay on the island.  It
was fine, though, and I was not complaining.  Trish loved
Lindsay so much.  No one - not me, not Kristanna or anyone
else - even came close in comparison.  Lindsay was by far 
and away Trish's favorite, and the one person she wanted to
focus most (if not all) of her energy and attention on.
   I honestly did not know if Lindsay looked at me as her
favorite of the whole group anymore.  Originally it was me, 
but she had grown so incredibly close with Trish over the 
past few months that I simply did not know anymore.  Either 
way, it was fine.  But as time went on, I had the sneaking
suspicion that Trish would eventually pull out far ahead of
me in Lindsay's mind, and ultimately leave me in the dust.
   I would be remiss if I did not mention the one lady who,
as I look back on things, I was attracted to the most (aside
from Kristanna) during her brief visit to the island.  A
sensationally beautiful and intelligent young woman who had
been trapped in a career as an exotic dancer for more than a
decade, I fell in love from the outset with Pamela and did
everything I could to convince her to stay on the island with
Kristanna and yours truly.  I desperately wanted to rescue
Pamela from the doldrums of her life, and provide her with
the love and happiness that she so richly deserved.
   I could have done it, too.  I know for a fact that I could
have given Pamela everything that she had ever hoped and
dreamed for.  Unfortunately, in the end, Pamela could not
see devoting herself to a polygamous relationship where she
would (in her very own words) "clearly be at the lower half
of the totem pole".  Not only did Pamela want to be loved
unconditionally (which I tried to convince her that we would
provide for her), but she also wanted to be the unquestioned
center of someone's universe.  In other words - very simply -
Pamela wanted to be in a monogamous, one-on-one relationship.
She was not interested in the bells and whistles of splitting
herself romantically amongst a group of people.
   Despite the mutual feelings we had for one another, Pamela
opted to end her stay on the island early, and return to her
life as an exotic dancer in Maryland.  Of course, the series
of arguments we had prior to her departure certainly did not
help matters.  Yet to this day - a good five months after
seeing her last - I have to admit that I still missed Pamela.
Not only did I miss her, but I was also worried about her.
   Pamela was still incredibly angry at me for the things
which transpired during her final days on the island and,
as a result, she refused to speak to me or accept any offer 
of help or assistance to better her situation in life.  I 
even attempted to wire $100,000 (USD) to her bank account, 
but found it bounced back and returned days later.  When I 
tried to send her $500,000, it was returned as well, along 
with a bitter e-mail that claimed she did not want my _pity_.
   It was at this point when I finally decided to give up on
Pamela.  She was not going to accept my help no matter what.
It was time to move on, and focus on the positive things.

   Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy!  All of these
ladies were now light years ahead of Pamela in my book.
They offered me their commitment, and thus, I allowed my
emotions and love for them to run wild with it.

   A week-and-a-half ago, with the temperature in Norway
routinely dipping down into the 25 degree Fahrenheit range,
Kristanna suggested that a way for us to beat the unwelcome
cold was to return here - to the island - and spend a couple
of weeks in the heated tropics throughout December before
returning home in time for Christmas.  Of course, we also
had plans of making a holiday visit to both Cincinnati and
Toronto before going back to Norway because some of us (as I
alluded to earlier) had families in those respective cities.
   In our absence since the end of July, the island had been
looked after by an older married couple - friends of mine -
from Peru by the names of Harold and Juanita.  Whenever I had
left the island for an extended amount of time in the past, I
would pay Harold and Juanita a sizable amount of money and
get them to house-sit for me.
   So all it took was a telephone call to Harold and Juanita
saying that I would be coming back to the island for a brief
visit.  They quickly packed up their belongings and left to
return to the mainland.  Needless to say, once I arrived here
with Kristanna and the rest of the ladies just four days ago,
it seemed like nothing on the island or in the mansion had
been touched.  Everything was clean and sparkling; much the
same as when we left it several months ago.
   Our plan was to vacation on the island until December 14,
then travel to Ohio and stay there until December 21.  After
two days in Canada, we would arrive in Norway (which was a
two day flight with the long lay-over) on Christmas Day and
have a holiday dinner with Kristanna's parents that evening.
   I was really looking forward to spending Christmas with
my new wife and extended family.  I hoped that there would
be 40 or 50 more before my time on Earth was up.

                           * * *

   After an afternoon full of delight with Kristanna at the
lagoon, I found myself playing a spirited game of air hockey
with Trish in the recreation room of the estate on the island.
At one time in my life - when I was still in high school - I
was nearly unbeatable in air hockey.  All of my friends would
challenge me at the local arcade, only to come up short and
fail miserably.  Sometimes, I would intentionally let them
jump out to a 5-0 lead before I came back and won, 6-5.  I
always seemed to get a sense of satisfaction out of that.
   But nowadays, Trish was the undisputed champion when it
came to air hockey.  She would regularly beat me at the game,
but not before allowing me to think that I miraculously had
the upper hand, only to then smash my hopes of defeating her
at the last possible second with the winning shot.  Maybe I
was starting to get old?  Just maybe?  Nah...
   "I win again!" Trish squealed, jumping up and down, after
depositing the decisive goal in my face.
   "You cheated!"
   Trish gasped and made a face.  "I did not!"
   "Yes you did!" I exclaimed, being funny.  "You cheated!"
   "How can you possibly cheat at air hockey?"
   "Hey you two!" Lindsay greeted us, walking into the room.
Trish and I put an end to our so-called _disagreement_, and
turned our total attention toward Lindsay.
   "There's my birthday girl!" Trish proclaimed, which caused
Lindsay to smile and blush momentarily.  "How you doing,
honey doll?  How does it feel to finally be 19?"
   "I feel older," Lindsay admitted.  "But not near as old
as Jeremy.  Jeremy is hardcore ancient."
   "HEY!" I growled at her, albeit playfully.  "I'm only 39.
It's not like I'm collecting social security, you know."
   "You were around when the dinosaurs got fossilized," she
deadpanned, again teasing me.
   Trish was laughing at Lindsay.  "Did you just call Jeremy
HARDCORE ANCIENT?  I don't even know what that means!"
   "I have a mind to put you over my knee, Lindsay, and show
you the type of spanking that this old man can administer to
you," was my light-hearted warning for her.
   "Oh... I wouldn't want you to tire out before your bed
time," she shot back, giggling.  Lindsay really enjoyed
playing up and emphasizing the disparity in our ages.  As
Devon predicted in the past, Lindsay did look at me as sort
of a father figure to her, and she truly loved the idea of
being with an older man.  Hey, I was not complaining.
   And yes indeed, today was Lindsay's birthday.  On this
special date - December 4 - some 19 years ago, the miracle
of Lindsay happened.  Once the apple of her daddy's eye,
Lindsay was definitely all grown-up standing before me now,
with her long-flowing, windswept blonde hair and a
loose-fitting pink top with a deep, plunging neckline that
displayed a generous amount of her humble cleavage.  She also
had on a pair of hip-hugging faded jeans, and I noticed a
cellular telephone with a wire attached clipped to her belt.
   "Did you talk to your mom yet today?" Trish asked Lindsay.
   "Oh yes, we talked for a long time earlier," she replied.
"Mom wanted to wish me a happy birthday and was curious as
to what I was up to with Jeremy.  I told her that we were
back on the island for a vacation, but would be coming to 
Ohio for a quick visit in a few weeks."
   "You need to tell your mom about me!" Trish beamed.
   "One day I will," Lindsay murmured.  "Just not yet..."
   "I understand, baby."  Trish smiled at Lindsay and cooed,
"Do you know what my ultimate fantasy is?"
   "What's that?"
   Trish smiled again.  "To one day have a beautiful, lavish
wedding like Jeremy and Kristanna did, but to marry you.  To
walk that aisle, and have you as my bride, and me as yours.
And for your family to be there, and share in our joy."
   Lindsay's sweet-cheeks face turned beet-red and she
glanced away for a moment, but she quickly re-focused upon
Trish and nodded at her in an appreciative manner.
   "You know I love you," Trish added, stepping forward and
moving her lips close to Lindsay's mouth.  She kissed her
and swooned, "I love you more than anything.  There is nothing
that I won't do in order to make you happy."
   "I love you too, baby," Lindsay declared, bringing a finger
to her own mouth and gently wiping it.  She then wrapped both 
arms around Trish's shoulders and embraced her warmly.
   Due to that little exchange, I now had a full-blown, raging
erection.  Watching these two charming ladies hug and snuggle
on each other almost always did the trick.
   I approached Lindsay from behind and latched onto her belt
with my right hand, then gently pulled her away from Trish
and into my own loving embrace.  I encircled her completely,
resting my chin atop her right shoulder.  "Happy birthday,
sweetheart," I offered.  "We'll have a party for you later."
   "I love parties!" Lindsay chirped.
   I gave her backside a good, hard swat, though, which caused
the young woman to jump unexpectedly and glare back at me with 
shocked, yet disapproving eyes.  "What was THAT for?"
   "For saying that I am hardcore ancient," I grinned.

                           * * *

   Perhaps an hour or so later, I was walking by the guest
cottage and noticed that someone was actually inside.
Curious, I strolled over to investigate and then smiled as I
realized that the one and only Amy was inside.  With her
cleaning cart in tow, the luscious red-head was hard at work.
She was currently down on one knee, dusting the side of the
large oakwood desk that was located in the living room.
   Still smiling, I then shook my head at the mere sight of
Amy.  What had possessed her to even come to the guest
cottage and want to clean it?  This place was rarely used.
Well, I knew why Amy was here.  She wanted to impress and do
a good job.  The 31-year-old wanted to take on the role of
Louisa, the former housekeeper here on the island (who was
now officially retired), and do the majority of the cooking
and cleaning for our little entourage from this point 
forward.  Amy believed that becoming our personal maid went
well with her submissive tendencies and _training_.
   "What are you doing?" I asked with a grin, opening the
front door and then stepping into the guest cottage.  The
enchantress turned toward me as I went on, "I never asked
you to clean this cottage.  No one ever even comes here."
   "Well... I haven't hit this place since we arrived back
here four days ago," she responded, nodding her head.  "Just
in case you or someone else wants to come here, Jeremy, I
wanted to make sure that it was at least clean."
   "It already is clean," I advised her.  "Harold and Juanita
touched up everything before they left."
   "Nothing is ever truly clean," Amy corrected me, furiously
twirling a feather duster along the back wall of furniture.
   "You sure have gotten into this cleaning role and truly
embraced it," I observed.  "I am glad it gives you a daily
purpose, Amy, since you say that is what you need."
   "I need structure and goals," she clarified.  "And believe
it or not, but I love to cook and clean.  I'm good at it.
And the doctor thinks this is good for me, too."
   I motioned toward the nearby sofa and mused, "Take a break
with me for a little bit.  Sit down and relax for awhile."
   "You sure?" Amy asked, as I went over to the sofa and took
a seat.  I nodded and then she sashayed over as well, and sat
down beside me.  "I haven't had a break all day.  I woke up
and fixed breakfast, and have been busy ever since."
   I smiled at her.  "You do all of the things that I ask you
each day.  You even do MORE than I ask you.  Yet you also find
ways to spend plenty of time with the other girls.  You're so
polite and courteous nowadays... and you are forever looking
to please me.  I couldn't ask for a better submissive."
   "I couldn't ask for a better Master," Amy cooed.
   When I reclined against the arm of the sofa, I brought Amy
down with me.  Amy settled her back upon my front as I linked
both hands together at her midriff, and then she wiggled about
in a very content and gracious manner.
   "What do you have planned for Lindsay's birthday party
tonight in terms of dinner?"
   "What would you like me to fix?" was her timid response.
   I chuckled at Amy.  She sure was quite the submissive.  "I 
want you to make that decision, sweetheart.  Do not rely on 
me for everything.  Surprise me tonight.  Surprise us."
   "I'll think of something, I suppose."
   "I doubt Lindsay would enjoy dinner if I were the one to
cook it," I grinned.  "In fact, none of you girls would enjoy
it.  Jeremy's Chicken Surprise can only go so far."
   "Jeremy's Chicken Surprise?" Amy giggled.  "I would like
to have a taste of that one day."
   "I'm more of a clean-up guy instead of the head chef," I
confessed.  "Put me in the kitchen and let me wash dishes,
and I'm fine.  Want me to cook, though?  You have problems."
   It took a couple of seconds for me to realize it, but Amy
had brought my right hand to her mouth and was busy nibbling
away on the very tip of my index finger as if she was a baby
kitten.  Silent, I held still and watched her for nearly half
a minute before finally deciding to speak up.
   "Are you having fun?"
   "Uh huh," she nodded, still gently chewing on my finger.
   "What are you doing?"
   "I honestly don't know," Amy admitted, finally withdrawing
my index finger from between those ripe, full lips, and then
glancing back over her shoulder at me.  "But it was fun."
   "Keep doing it," I instructed her, poking that same finger
back into her mouth.  "I enjoyed it."
   "Yes, Master," she responded, slipping into full submissive
mode just like that.  With both hands, Amy held my right hand
to her mouth and began to gingerly munch away upon that lone
fingertip.  With my opposite hand, I brushed her silky-smooth
red hair down across one shoulder and then massaged her neck.
   "That's a good girl," I encouraged her.
   "Thank you, Master."
   "VERY good girl..."
   "Did you and Kristanna have a fun time earlier during your
hike, Master?  I heard you went to the red lagoon?"
   I nodded my head.  "Yes, we did.  And yes, we had a great
time.  It sure is nice to still have the island in our back
pocket, so to speak.  We can come here any time we want in
the future, and vacation for as long as we want."
   "It sure beats the snow back in Norway, Master."
   "I'm never going to sell or get rid of this island."
   By now, Amy had already enveloped my full finger and was
sucking on it as if it were a real cock.  Sucking was not
the proper term; she was actually _making love_ to my finger.
Being slow and laborious, Amy seemed to be in her element now.
I tilted my head back and sighed as her wondrous tongue licked
and caressed the full length of my finger within her mouth.
Of course, I knew of something bigger she could work over...
   "You're such a good girl," I reiterated.  "I'm gonna have
to see to it that Santa Claus really stuffs your stocking
full this year for Christmas."
   "I'd rather YOU stuff my stocking than Santa, Master..."
   "Oh, I'll stuff it," I promised her.  "I'll stuff your
hot, little body too, everywhere I possibly can."
   Amy looked absolutely fantastic right now.  She was
wearing a metallic orange mini-skirt that was actually made
of spandex.  The clingy, stretchy garment tightly bound and
adhered to her, showcasing every hidden angle and subtle
contour of her hips and thighs.
   One of my true weaknesses in life, needless to say, was a
gorgeous woman in a mini-skirt.  Amy had become the poster
girl for my naughty, little fetish, as each morning I would
rummage through her collection of mini-skirts (which now
totaled over 300) and select one for her to wear that day.
Often paired up with spiked high-heels (like now), seeing
Amy in her mini-skirt was a daily ritual that reminded me of
not only how attractive she was, but how much I loved her.
   Oftentimes, I would bend Amy over a chair or table at
random and use it as an excuse to _inspect_ her.  Watching
her little mini-skirt ride even higher on her thighs as she 
stretched and contorted herself was simply exhilarating.
   As she relaxed upon my front-side here on the sofa and
continued to pay oral homage to my index finger, I realized
that Amy had on a unique top as well.  The same shade of
orange to match her mini-skirt, the loose-fitting garment
appeared to be like any typical cotton top from the front.
In the back, however, sections of the fabric were cut out -
starting at her shoulder blades and extending all the way
down to her waistline - and the look resembled a pair of
angel wings.  It had a cool and flirtatious appeal, and
matched Amy's new personality and demeanor flawlessly.
   I should also point out that Amy did not have a pair of
panties or a bra on underneath her attire, either.  Not only
did she hate wearing them, but I had actually told her long
ago that she was not permitted to.  Again, it went well with
the fact that she was a submissive.
   "When are you going to marry me, Master?"  Amy looked back
at me over her shoulder and pined, "You know how much I love
you, and how much I am looking forward to getting married.  I
want to see about getting my operation from many years ago
reversed, too, although there seems to be some debate as to
whether or not it is actually possible."
   "From when you got your tubes tied?"
   "Yeah," she nodded.  "Maybe I can beat Kristanna to the
punch, and give birth to your first child!"  Amy pouted and
ended, "I should have never gotten my tubes tied years ago.
I don't even know if it's possible for me to give birth."
   "You as a mommy would definitely be an interesting sight."
   "So when are you going to marry me?"
   "In due time," I assured her.  "I just had my wedding with
Krissy a few months ago.  Let it sink in a bit."
   "Oh, I don't mind waiting," Amy murmured, turning away and
now resting the back of her head upon my heart.  She pulled
my finger from between her lips and kissed my hand, saying,
"The wait will actually make the end result all the more
sweeter.  I know my day with you will come."
   "Your day will come," I promised, settling deeper into the
sofa and closing my eyes.  After such a tiresome afternoon, I
actually felt like going to sleep right here and now with Amy.
Perhaps Lindsay was right.  Maybe I was hardcore ancient?
"I will see to it that you have the type of wedding that you
have always dreamed about, and the type that you deserve."
   Amy giggled and suggested, "A bondage wedding where I am
led down the aisle on my hands and knees by a leash!"
   "That's not quite what I had in mind for your dream
wedding," I retorted, my eyes now open and focused upon her.
I could tell that Amy was simply being playful with that
prior comment.  Still, what an image she had conjured up...
   Amy was still giggling.  "Instead of the stereotypical
_you may now kiss your bride_, our wedding ceremony can
have _you may now suck your Master's cock_!"
   "AMY!" I chided her, laughing myself.

                           * * *

   "Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy
birthday dear Lindsay... happy birthday to you!"
   "Yay!" Lindsay squealed in pure delight, clapping her
hands together, once the other four ladies and yours truly
finished our best rendition of that particular song here at
the dinner table on this lovely, peaceful evening.
   "Blow out the candles, princess," I told Lindsay, who was
nestled all nice and snug upon my lap, as I motioned toward
the scrumptious chocolate cake perched directly in front of
her.  With a grand total of 19 candles lit up and flickering
away, Lindsay took a deep breath and then blew all of them
out in just one try.  "Yay... I did it!"
   "Did you make a wish?" Devon inquired.
   Lindsay looked back at me for a moment and smiled, then
shifted her gaze toward Trish and the rest of the ladies.
"All of my wishes have already come true."
   "Awwwww..." Kristanna cooed, leaning over and stealing a
quick kiss from the precious birthday girl.  "How adorable!"
   Lindsay glanced back at me and made a face.  "You didn't
spend too much money on me... did you, Jeremy?"
   "I spent the same amount of money on you for gifts that I
did on Krissy when it was her birthday two months ago."
   Lindsay's jaw dropped.  "Jeremy!  You brought Krissy that
$100,000 boat for her birthday!  I TOLD you not to spend a
lot of money on me!  You've given me enough already..."
   "Who else is he gonna spend it on?" Devon asked Lindsay,
echoing my own thoughts.  "Jeremy is going to shower all of
us with gifts.  Don't worry, honey.  Jeremy is never going
to run low on money and go bankrupt.  That's impossible."
   Lindsay pouted.  "I just don't want everything to be
handed to me on a silver platter for the rest of my life."
   "It's not like you don't do anything," Trish advised her.
"You and I work hard in the stables back on the farm, baby.
Now lighten up and enjoy your birthday for what it is.
Jeremy got you some expensive gifts, yes, but myself and the
other girls got you a bunch of little things."
   "Open up some of your presents, dear," was my suggestion.
"Open up that small box from Krissy first."
   Lindsay nodded her head and lifted the package, but began
unwrapping it rather slowly.  "I better be careful," she told
us.  "Knowing Kristanna, it wouldn't surprise me if this
present explodes with jell-o, and my whole face gets slimed.
Being the a prankster she is, I wouldn't put it past her."
   "I'll remember that for next year!" Kristanna snickered.
   "OH!  YOU DIDN'T!"  Lindsay's pretty blue eyes were wide
and glowing once she finished unwrapping the gift.  "YOU
DID!"  Lindsay was ecstatic as she inspected a Barbie doll
still encased in its factory box.
   "It's an original Barbie from 1959," Kristanna mused, as
Lindsay eyed the fine print on the packaging.  "Jeremy said
that you have quite the collection of Barbies at your family
home in Ohio.  Hopefully this one is a good addition to your
collection.  It's one of the first Barbies ever made!"
   "It's a wonderful addition!" she gushed,  "It has never
even been taken out of its box!  It's still factory-sealed!
Where did you get this?  And how much did it cost?"
   "I bought it from a vendor over the Internet," Kristanna
answered.  "Don't worry about how much it costs.  Like it?"
   "I love it!" Lindsay grinned.  "THANK YOU!"  She leaned
over and shared a warm embrace with Kristanna.  "Thank you so
much!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!"  When their embrace
ended, Lindsay pursed her lips together and stared at her
gift.  "Decisions, decisions... should I open it or not?"
   "It loses a lot of its value if you take it out of the
original box," I told her.
   Lindsay shook her head.  "I don't care!  I will never sell
her."  Lindsay carefully opened the package and took the
doll, which wore a swimsuit, out.  "I'm going to have a
display mantel for all my Barbies when our house is done
being built in Norway.  This one will look excellent standing
in the middle of them all."  Lindsay gave Kristanna yet
another hug.  "Thank you again!  What a wonderful present!"
   With Lindsay still seated upon my lap, I leaned down and
gently kissed the side of her neck before offering her a
cream-colored envelope with a red ribbon attached.  "This is
your first birthday present from me, princess.  Open..."
   Again, Lindsay took her time with the gift.  But when she
finally broke the envelope's seal and pulled out a bundle of
tickets from within, I went into explanation mode, "Those
are tickets for all of us to go on an ocean cruise next June.
It starts in Toronto, and ends ten days later in the Bahamas."
   "You've always wanted to go on a long cruise," Trish said
to Lindsay, smiling.  "We can even spend a couple of days at
_Atlantis_ in the Bahamas before catching a jet and returning
back home to Norway.  I for one am looking forward to it."
   "_Atlantis_?" Lindsay purred, her eyes flashing.  "That is
where Jeremy and Kristanna spent their honeymoon.  That was
like, the most awesome place in the whole, wide world!"
   I chuckled at her and nodded my head.  "We have a lot of
good memories already tied up in that resort.  The cruise
itself will take ten days, then we can stay at _Atlantis_
for three or four days before returning home.  How does that
sound?  We can stay longer if all of you want to.  I just
want to hold off until June when the weather is nicer in
Toronto, since that will be our starting point."
   "We can visit Trish's family there!" Lindsay squealed.
   "That's why Jeremy chose Toronto as the starting point
for the cruise," Amy chimed in.
   "Thank you, Jeremy," Lindsay grinned, sliding her right
arm around my shoulder and squeezing tightly.  "I cannot
wait!  You... you're going to spoil me rotten!"
   "I have another present for you," I said, handing her a
long, thin box with colorful gift wrap.  Lindsay tore into
it, then squealed and giggled once she got a look inside.
   "JEREMY!  This is a cheerleader outfit!"
   Devon nodded her head and grinned, "Looks like we're
going to be playing _stuff the cheerleader_ tonight!"
   Lindsay playfully smacked my shoulder.  "Jeremy!  This
present is more for you than it is me!"
   "Possibly," I grinned, defending myself in vain.  "You
got a present that all six of us can enjoy.  You can look
good wearing it, while me and the girls admire the sight."
   "That thing is going to be covered in gobs of cum before
the evening is through!" Kristanna laughed.
   "SUCK SQUAD?" Lindsay giggled, pulling the blue shell top
out of the box and eyeing the embroidered logo across its 
front.  She held it up for the others to see and asked, "What 
type of cheerleader team calls themselves the Suck Squad?"
   "I don't know," Devon told her, smiling.  "But seems to me
that you would be the perfect captain for it."
   "Devon!" Lindsay exclaimed, trying to act offended.
   "We're going to rip you apart tonight, honey, with that 
outfit on," Kristanna advised her.  "I hope you're ready."
   Again, Lindsay's face flushed into a bright shade of red
and she swallowed hard twice in response.  But she changed 
the subject.  "Which birthday present should I open next?"
   "Try the one from Amy," I advised her.
   Lindsay opened the next package, which had a collection of
five picture frames (all different sizes and each expensive)
inside.  "Thank you, Amy!" she exclaimed, taking each out one
at a time and inspecting them with her hands and eyes.  "I
can never have enough picture frames, you know.  Thanks!"
   "Oh... you're welcome, sweetie," Amy nodded.  "Open the
next one!  The big box sitting on the floor over there."
   Lindsay scurried over to the large box with the bikini girl
gift wrap, then ripped it open.  "What in the world...?"
   "It's a candle making machine!" Devon informed her.  "It
is your gift from me.  You know how much you and I love
candles, honey.   Now, we can make our own!  Do you like it?"
   "Of course I like it!" Lindsay told her.  "I... I didn't
even know that anyone could buy a candle making machine.
Did you get this over the Internet?"
   "Yeppers."
   "Want to try it out tomorrow morning?"
   Lindsay smiled.  "I'd love to."
   Trish handed a small manila envelope to Lindsay.  "I got
you the most simple gift of all.  But I hope you enjoy it.
I know you don't like us spending lots of money on you."
   Lindsay maintained eye contact with Trish until she was
able to peel open the envelope and pull out the 2014 post-it
note calendar from within.  "365 Reasons Why I Love You,"
Lindsay mused, reading off the title.  She began to leaf
through a couple of the pages and read them aloud, "The way
you stroke my fingers when we hold hands.  How cute you look
when I tickle you.  How I instantly feel better when I hear
your voice.  Our first kiss sent ripples through my heart;
even now it feels the same."  Lindsay put the little calendar
down and swooned, "Trish!  How nice!  Wow, thank you!"
   "I got you one more thing," Trish offered, pointing toward
a large box in the corner encased in colorful gift wrapping.
"Go over and open it, baby.  You'd never guess what it is."
   "Lindsay looks like a kid in a candy store opening all of
these presents!" Devon observed.
   "She sure does," Amy agreed.  "I'm so happy for her."
   "What is THIS?" the 19-year-old asked, after ripping away
the stylish gift paper.
   "It's a motorized surfboard," Trish informed her.  "You
can lay down on the surfboard, flip the motor on, and it
will slowly propel you through the water like a jet-ski.  I
have one back in Canada.  It is loads of fun!"
   "But you know I don't like going into the ocean..."
   "That's a fear you need to get over," Trish told her.  "I
say you and I go out to the beach tomorrow afternoon and put
this surfboard to the test.  How about it?"
   Lindsay seemed tentative.  "I... I don't know..."
   "What don't you like about the ocean?" Devon inquired.
   "She is afraid that a big _Jaws_ will pop out of the water
and have her for dinner," Amy answered.
   Devon giggled.  "Really?"
   "Out of the many millions of people throughout this world
who go into the ocean on a daily basis, there are only about
50 or 60 confirmed shark attacks on average PER YEAR," I
said to Lindsay, as well as the others.  "You have a much
higher chance, princess, of being struck by lightning than
you do of ever meeting up with a hungry shark in the water."
   "I got struck by lightning when I was a little girl!" she
reminded me, with a dizzying huff.
   "I won't let a shark near you," Trish promised her lover.
"I'll smack it upside its head and tell it to dine elsewhere!"
   Lindsay glared at Trish with squinted eyes.  "Now you sound
like Jeremy.  He basically said the same thing when he coerced
me into the ocean with him one day a couple of months ago."
   Devon was laughing again.  "Jeremy COERCED you?  I cannot
envision Jeremy coercing anyone into anything."
   Trish approached Lindsay and latched onto both of her
hands with her own.  "Please, baby?  I want you to get over
this fear of the ocean you have.  Just go out to the beach
with me tomorrow afternoon.  Let's have some fun.  I'll show
you how the motorized surfboard works.  You'll like it!"
   "You love swimming at the waterfall," Amy reminded her.
"I think the ocean itself is a million times better."
   "There's no sharks at the waterfall!" Lindsay pouted.
"But yeah, sure... I guess I'll go."
   "Awesome!" Trish chirped, even giving Lindsay a hug.
   "The least I could do is try out your birthday gift."
   "We will have fun!" Trish insisted.
   "You have one more present," I said to Lindsay, "and it is
waiting for you back on the farm when we return to Norway."
   "What is it?" she asked, curious.
   I pulled my cellular telephone out and sifted through a
couple of photographs before coming across the right one.
"This," I answered, turning the device toward her so she
could see the image first-hand.
   "JEREMY!" Lindsay suddenly screamed, her blue eyes wide
and set to burst.  "JEREMY!  OH MY GOD!"
   "I think she likes it," Kristanna grinned.
   "What is it?" Trish wondered.
   "OH MY GOD!" Lindsay repeated.
   "I bought her a brand-new _Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet_
convertible," was my response.  "It will be a nice, little
car for her to drive around in and explore Norway with."
   During my honeymoon with Kristanna in the Bahamas back in
September, Lindsay saw one of these vehicles and made the
passing comment to me that it had always been her _dream car_.
As someone who enjoys making dreams come true - especially
those of my precious ladies - I filed that little fact away in
my memory bank and made the decision to purchase it for her
birthday.  The _Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet_ convertible
did not come cheap, either - its MSRP was 781,000 Norwegian
Krone (or $126,000 if converted to American currency).
   "JEREMY, ARE YOU INSANE?" Lindsay screamed at me, totally
shocked and awed.  "HOW?  WHY?  YOU BOUGHT ME A _PORSCHE_!"
   "He actually spent MORE money on you than he did for me on
my birthday back in October," Kristanna told her, smiling.
"Actually, the car is a present from both of us.  I helped
Jeremy pick it out.  I know silver is your favorite color."
   Lindsay put up a faint protest by whining, "JEREMY... you
know that I don't like you spending a lot of money on me!  I
never have!  How could you buy me a _PORSCHE_?  My God... you
have already given me and my family SO MUCH in the six short
months that we have known each other."
   Lindsay does not like me spending a lot of money on her
simply because, a) she is one of the least materialistic
people I have ever met, and b) Lindsay does not want me to
think that she is in love with my bank account.  That was a
little bit of an issue with her, because she made it quite
clear in the past that her _only_ reason for coming to the
island in the first place was the financial compensation that
I originally offered her (as well as all of the others).
   But those days seemed like eons ago, and things were
definitely different now.  I had no doubt that Lindsay's
feelings for me were pure and genuine.  She was very much in
love with me.  Thus, I had no issue spoiling her rotten
with very lavish and expensive gifts.  The same could be
said for all five of the ladies (just wait until Christmas).
   "Want me to send it back and get you a _Yugo_ instead?"
   "NO!" Lindsay giggled.  "Please!  Don't send it back!"
   "A _Yugo_?" Kristanna asked, confused.
   "Jeremy..." Lindsay gasped, throwing both of her arms
around me and offering a spirited, forceful embrace.  I
hugged her with equal fervor and emotion in response.  Wait 
a minute here... was Lindsay crying?
   "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" she exclaimed, pulling back and
looking at me.  Indeed, there were tears in those eyes.
Tears of joy!  "THANK YOU!  THANK YOU!"
   "My pleasure," I returned, overjoyed that Lindsay was so
happy with her new car.  
   Devon was snickering.  "Oh, Lindsay will most assuredly be
captain of the Suck Squad tonight, it seems..."
   I smiled at Lindsay.  "I know it will be a couple of weeks
before you actually see the car and get to drive it, but rest
assured that it is all safe and sound inside the old barn
back on the farm.  I put a protective tarp over it, and
Kristanna's parents have the barn on total lockdown for you.
No one else even knows that it is there."
   "Hey!" Kristanna chimed in, a goofy expression upon her
lovely face, as she looked at her girlfriend.  "I know the
first place we can go in your new car once we get back home
in a few weeks... the veterinarian!"  Lindsay vehemently
shook her head as Kristanna added, "Hogglesworth needs to
see the vet for his yearly check-up."
   "There is NO WAY that I am allowing that nasty pig of
yours into my new car!" Lindsay exclaimed, sounding very firm
and authoritative.  I got a kick out of her reaction, though.
Kristanna had not lost any of her charisma and playfulness
since I met her five years ago.  She was actually funnier now.
   "Hogglesworth is not nasty," Kristanna said, defending
her beloved pet.  "He just... he likes to play in the mud."
   Lindsay smiled and nodded her head.  "If that pig of yours
ever puts its muddy, grimy paws in my car, I'll see to it
that we will be having him for breakfast the next morning!"
Kristanna's jaw dropped and she appeared stunned as Lindsay
quickly added, "Bacon!  Bacon!  I smell BACON!"
   "You wouldn't do that to Hogglesworth!" Kristanna huffed.
   "If that thing is ever inside my new car, you don't know
what I'll do!" Lindsay warned her, grinning.
   "What do you think about taking Vincent Van Goat to the
veterinarian in your _Porsche_, then?"
   "Kristanna!" she squealed, laughing.  "No barnyard animals
in my car!  I'll have to get a sign made up for that!  Hang
it on the dashboard - _Keep Out: Barnyard Animals_!"
   "You're no fun!" Kristanna pouted.
   Amy was chuckling.  "I never knew that Lindsay could be
so MEAN and SPITEFUL!  She sounds awfully vicious!"
   "Happy birthday, baby," Trish cooed, bringing Lindsay into
her arms and embracing her once again.
   "Yeah... happy birthday," Devon nodded.
   "Happy birthday!" Kristanna and Amy said in unison.
   "Trish has a birthday two weeks from today!" Lindsay
beamed.  "I already have an awesome present in mind for her!"
   "We still have Amy's ooey-gooey, yummy chocolate cake to
cut and dive into," Devon reminded us.  "I want to have a
piece!  But Lindsay gets to eat the first one.  Why don't 
you cut the cake for us, honey?"

   Just then, my cellular telephone rang.

   Odd, I thought to myself.  A telephone call from the (440)
area code in the United States?  Off the top of my head, I
did not recognize the area code or know its general location.
Plus, not many people knew what what my cell number was to
begin with.  I did a good job of keeping it private.  Who
could be calling me now?  It definitely was not any of my 
family from Ohio (513), or my father in California (424).
   "Hello?" I said into the speaker.
   It had been a wonderful day, capped by an even better
celebration of Lindsay's 19th birthday.  I wanted to keep
things simple, and not overwhelm her with too many presents
all at once.  That was why I only allowed the others to get
Lindsay one item each (though Trish got her two).  The new 
muscle car from me was perhaps a bit excessive, but I felt 
it was warranted and justified.  The simple, little party 
the six of us shared tonight had been a lot of fun.
   The act of giving - simply making others genuinely happy -
had always brought me to a very special and unique place.  It
seemed to give me a certain _high_, so to speak, and I would
usually not crest downward from it for several days.  I was
in a position in life where I could spend extravagant amounts
of money on the people that I loved and cared for.  In turn, 
I got a great deal of joy out of doing so.  So why not do it?
   But all those wonderful feelings and emotions literally
vanished in the blink of an eye with this telephone call.
   My expression and demeanor must have changed, because all
of the ladies around me quickly sensed that was something
was horribly wrong as I continued to listen to the voice at
the other end of the line.
   "What is it?" Devon demanded, concerned, staring at me.
   "Is everything okay?" Amy fretted.
   "I've never seen that look on your face in all the years
that I've known you," Kristanna said to me, stepping forward
and closing the distance between us.  She knelt down in front
of me and shrieked, "What's wrong?  What happened?"
   "Hold on a moment, please," I said into the telephone, my
voice sullen, before covering its speaker with my hand and
focusing on the collection of worried faces all around me.
   "It's Pamela's sister from Baltimore, Candice," I told
them.  "She says Pamela was working tonight at the strip club.
Pamela grabbed her chest on stage and then fell down in front
of everyone."  Lindsay gasped as I continued, "Candice says
the paramedics believe Pamela had a heart attack.  They were
able to revive her - just barely it seems - but she is in the
intensive care unit right now and under heavy medication."
   "OH MY GOD!" Devon exclaimed, full of fright, covering her
mouth with both hands and trembling in response.  Trish was
stunned.  Amy was shell-shocked.  Kristanna looked confused
and hurt.  Lindsay, whose father died just over a year ago
due to a massive coronary, was now sobbing uncontrollably.
The emotions of that horrific day had probably just come 
instantly crashing back, and hit her like a tidal wave.
   Me?  I felt a certain wave of anxiety and grief wash over
my entire body and soul all at once.  It felt like a thick
fog that was suddenly choking the very spirit out of me.  My 
beloved Pamela suffered an apparent heart attack and was in 
the hospital as a result?  She and I may not have been on the
best of terms, but this was truly crushing news.
   When I put Candice on loud speaker mode, she was already
talking to me.
   "I have never met you, Jeremy, but I feel as though I
know you inside and out.  Pamela loves you so much.  All she
has done since returning from that summer vacation is go on
and on about how she loves you and misses you, and wishes
she would have done things differently so everything worked
out in the end.  About how leaving the island early was such 
a huge mistake, and how she should have stayed.  I know this 
is a wild request, but I was hoping that maybe you could come 
here - to Baltimore - as soon as possible.  Pamela really has 
no one in her life except for me.  She is on the outs with 
our parents, and absolutely refuses to date anyone."  Candice 
began crying.  "All Pamela does is talk about you..."
   "I'm scared out of my mind!" Candice went on.  "I... I'm
scared I'm going to lose my sister!  Pamela needs help.  She
needs strength and support.  She needs people to be by her
side.  I'm doing the best I can, but I'm just one person.  It
would mean... so much to Pamela, I think, if you showed up
and were here for her.  Please?  I'll beg if I have to!  A
heart attack they say?  She's on-only 30 years of a-a-age..."
   Kristanna offered me an intensive glare as she spoke loud
and clear into the telephone, "You tell your sister to stay
strong and hang in there, and that Jeremy will be on the
first flight to Baltimore in the morning."


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