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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 06: "Hesitation"



   "Ever since I was a teen-ager, I have long dreamed of the
chance to one day become a father.  I absolutely love kids.
My sister, who is a good 13 years older than me, has three
children.  I never got to spend a whole lot of time with her
kids because I lived in New Jersey and then California while
she was in Ohio, but I cherished the opportunity whenever it
arose.  I always wished that one day, I could have children
as beautiful and as wonderful as the three my sister has."
   "After Victoria left me - and broke my heart - I always
felt extremely envious when I saw a husband-and-wife couple
together, with their small children in tow - especially the
ones who were in close proximity to my age.  There was
always an abundance of them at the shopping center..."
   "I would look at the man and automatically be jealous of
him.  He's so lucky.  That boy is so cute.  That girl is so
pretty.  Why does he get to be a father, while I'm not?"
   "That boy looks so happy with his new matchbox car.  That
girl just hugged her father and said she loves him.  How
fortunate and lucky is that guy?  Why can't that be me?"
   "These and similar thoughts would always pass throughout
my mind whenever I saw children and their parents together.
It was an extreme bit of jealousy on my part."
   "I always knew that I would, if given the opportunity, be
an excellent father.  My children would grow up to be healthy
and strong.  I'd see to it.  Along the way, they would be
given the utmost amount of love and guidance.  They would
receive the best medical care whenever necessary.  They would
know the difference between right and wrong."
   "Most of all, though, my children would know that their
father loves them - with all of his heart."

   Kristanna, who was resting comfortably on the large hammock
(with Devon lounging right beside her) just outside the 
estate's side entrance, smiled at me after my long dialogue.
"You're going to be a great Daddy, Jeremy.  You're a great
husband and you'll be a great Daddy.  And me, a great Mommy!"
   Seated upon the ground beside both Kristanna and Devon, I
offered my wife a smile.  That smile had not worn off since I
learned that she was pregnant several hours ago.  I had been
riding an emotional high and wondered if I would ever come
down from it.  I wasn't even sure if I wanted to come down...
   "Your brother, Dan, has an adopted daughter I remember,"
Devon commented to me.  "And your other brother, Steve, has
two daughters, right?  He did not take either of them to the
wedding in Norway, but I got to meet Dan's daughter."
   "I've only seen Steve's two daughters a handful of times,"
I countered.  "I probably would not know them if they walked
by me on the street right now.  In fact, I know I wouldn't.
It has been five years since I saw them last."
   Kristanna frowned.  "It's pretty sad that so many of you -
you Jeremy, as well as Devvy, Amy, even Pamela - seem to have
rifts with your family members.  I am just not used to that.
I have great relationships with everyone in my family."
   "It sure is a common theme among us for some reason,"
Devon pouted.  "Amy doesn't get along with her parents at
all.  My parents want nothing to do with me.  They never
forgave me for what happened in high school.  You, Jeremy...
your brother, Steve.  And you say that you're distant from
the rest of the people in your family too."
   "The matchmaker software I wrote for Jeremy paired the
three of you up," Kristanna mused, reaching out and running
her hand throughout Devon's long-flowing blonde hair.  "It
is no great coincidence that the three of you - you, Jeremy
and Amy - all have family problems.  And it is also no great
coincidence that all of you have the desire and urge to build
your own family - ours - and make everything about it right."
   "Everything about it already is right," Devon squealed,
turning her gaze toward Kristanna and then bumping noses
with her.  "I love you, my sweet angel."  Devon smiled and
added, "But you come from a great family!"
   "I never had to fill out that questionnaire that you and
the other girls did before you were accepted," Kristanna
answered.  "I wrote the program myself and besides, I was
already friends with Jeremy.  Pamela also has a bad family
situation.  She was high on Jeremy's list, too.  Pamela has
been at odds with her parents since she returned to Maryland
from the island back this past July."
   "What about Trish and Lindsay?" Devon asked.  "They come
from good, close-knit families."
   "Trish and Lindsay matched up strong with Jeremy in other
areas," Kristanna replied.  "There were 18 areas of emphasis
on the questionnaire.  That's why it probably took you two
hours to fill it out."
   "It took me three or four!" Devon huffed, giggling.  "That
thing was HARD!  I remember some of the questions, too.
Are you more - a), ideational than sensible, or b), sensible
than ideational?  For some of them, I really had to take
awhile to think about the question itself.  They were hard."
   "Oh, you poor thing," Kristanna cooed, grinning.
   Devon snuggled up even closer to Kristanna on the hammock
and wrapped both arms around her from behind.  She kissed
Kristanna's neck and then patted her stomach with both hands.
"You're pregnant, baby!  I'm so happy for you!"
   Now resting upon her side as the moonlight serenaded us
from above, Kristanna looked back at Devon and gently mused,
"It's about time.  Jeremy and I have been trying since our
wedding night.  I told him I wanted to become pregnant then."
   "How did you originally find out?" Devon wondered.
   Kristanna smiled and answered, "I took a home pregnancy
test earlier today.  I've been a bit queasy the past week or
so.  Got sick three or four times.  I thought I had a virus,
you know?  The only reason I took the test was because I
felt fine each time after getting sick.  Even so, I still
thought it would come up negative.  I didn't think I'd get
pregnant.  They've always come up negative."
   "I'm on the pill, so I don't expect to get pregnant anytime
soon," Devon said.  "But I suppose it could still happen."
   "Those pills are not completely fool-proof," Kristanna
told her.  "I believe they are 99.5 percent effective.
That means for every 200 times you have sex, the average
chance the pill has of failing is one time.  And even if it
fails, that still does not mean a conception will occur."
   "Jeremy could increase that to 99.8 or 99.9 percent if he
were to wear a condom," Devon offered, eyeing me.
   "That's not going to happen," I informed her.  "I hate
condoms.  You will never see me wearing one.  Ever."
   "So Jeremy already has an appointment scheduled for me at
noon tomorrow with his personal physician in Lima," Kristanna
murmured.  "My first prenatal visit... I feel so nervous!  I
wonder what will happen during it?"
   "Why don't you wait until later in the week, or early next
week, once we start our vacation visiting all the families in
Cincinnati?" Devon wondered.  "Me personally, I would feel a
whole lot safer and more secure with a doctor from the United
States examining me instead of one from Peru."
   "My doctor in Lima is very, very good," I told Devon.  "I
trust him.  I have been going to see him for 16 years now and
counting.  Plus, Kristanna needs to see a doctor as soon as
possible.  My doctor in Lima will take good care of her."
   "As for what to expect," Devon said to Kristanna, "the
doctor will confirm your pregnancy and determine how many
weeks along you are.  You'll take a lot of blood tests and
other tests, and maybe get an ultrasound.  At least that's
how it was each time my sister got pregnant and had her
initial prenatal examination.  Her doctor would not do the
ultrasound until she was eight weeks pregnant, though.  I
don't know what the doctor here will do.  I doubt you are
eight weeks along, Krissy, so it may just be some tests."
   "We will take all the paperwork and results from your
examination tomorrow with us to Ohio and Canada for the
Christmas visits, and then Norway, and have them ready
wherever and whenever you need to see a physician next," I
told my wife.  "You'll have your regular doctor in Norway."
   "I have so many questions for the doctor tomorrow!"
Kristanna exclaimed.  "It will work out good, because
Jeremy also got an appointment for Pamela at the hospital
so she can get a follow-up to her health scare from last
week."  Devon made a face as Kristanna continued, "Jeremy
has all of her paperwork and test results from Maryland,
too, and says the doctors here can look at them and give 
Pamela a proper follow-up examination and prognosis."
   "Pamela is NOT going to fit in with us and our lives,"
Devon announced, which actually brought a frown to my face.
Something did rip that long-lasting smile from my face after 
all.  "Pamela does not belong here."
   Kristanna looked hurt.  "How can you say that, Devvy?
You know how much Pamela means to Jeremy."
   "Didn't you see what happened at the waterfall yesterday,
Krissy?" Devon retorted, quickly becoming upset.  "You and I
try to be nice to the girl.  We invite her along to come with
us and have a good time.  You and I get into the water and
start playing, and Pamela WALKS AWAY from us.  Not only does
Pamela walk away, but she goes back to the _Jeep_ and stays
there until we come out of the water and decide to drive back
to the mansion!  Pamela wanted NOTHING to do with us!  She is
here for one thing, and one thing only - Jeremy."
   "We were kissing and feeling each other up pretty hot and
heavy," Kristanna reminded her girlfriend.  "Maybe Pamela was
a little shy, or apprehensive, and it felt awkward to her."
   Devon laughed angrily at those words.  "SHY?  APPREHENSIVE?
Pamela has been a stripper for 12 years.  She is not SHY or
APPREHENSIVE."  Devon made another face and ended in a most
bitter tone, "Pamela has no shame whatsoever."
   Again, Kristanna looked hurt.  "That's a little harsh,
Devvy.  I'm not used to hearing you talk like this..."
   "I'm sorry, but this is how I feel!" she shot back, still
upset.  "I remember back to when Pamela was here in the past,
Krissy.  Have you forgotten all of the nasty things she said
about you?  Pamela called you a _skank with a fake accent_.
She told Trish and Amy that she HATED you."  Devon glanced
my way and continued, "She even told you, Jeremy, to take
all your money and shove it straight up your ass.  And she
said working at the strip club was better than being here.
Do you remember how much that hurt and upset you, Jeremy?"
   Devon began to tremble, then shook her head in defiance.
"I have no idea why Pamela is even back here to begin with.
She does not belong here.  She is NOT one of us."
   "A lot of that stuff was said in anger, Devvy," Kristanna
offered.  "We had some problems and issues, yes, but I do
not think Pamela actually HATED me.  She was angry.  You are
angry now, Devvy, and you're saying things about Pamela that
you do not actually mean."
   "Yes I do mean them!" she exclaimed.
   "Are you worried that Pamela is going to try and steal
Jeremy away from us?" Kristanna asked.  "You know that would
never happen, honey.  Jeremy has already chosen us over her
several times in the past.  Besides, Pamela has no grand
illusions of winning Jeremy's heart and riding off into the
sunset with him with a traditional, one-on-one marriage.
That is the furthest thing from her mind."
   "How can you be all fine and calm with Pamela here?"
Devon demanded.  "I mean, really, Krissy?  How?"
   "We are giving Pamela the opportunity to blend in and be
a part of our lives," Kristanna told her in response.  "If
it ultimately does not work out, then Pamela can go back to
Maryland and do whatever with her life there.  We will know
soon enough.  I am not worried or scared about anything."
   "Pamela does not deserve that opportunity!" Devon erupted.
"GOD, KRISSY!  How can you be so fine with her being here,
after those horrible things she said about you earlier in the
year?  How are you fine with it?"
   "Because I'm not a vindictive person, and I don't hold
grudges," was Kristanna's simple reply.
   "OH!" Devon snapped, placing both hands on her hips.  "So
you're saying that I'm vindictive and I hold grudges?"  She
became even more angry while adding, "Please forgive me for
not wanting to accept someone into our lives who a), wants
NOTHING to do with ANY OF US except Jeremy, and b), someone
who has repeatedly bad-mouthed the woman - even said she
HATED her - that I love more than any other."
   "Devvy, you need to settle down."
   "Pamela did not walk away from the two of you at the
waterfall yesterday because she was disinterested or turned
off," I said to Devon, finally breaking my silence.  "You
and Krissy were kissing.  Pamela did not want to get pulled 
into that because of her heart condition.  She does not want 
to do anything that will put her at risk until the doctor 
gives her clearance to resume normal activities.  Being 
squished between the two of you can literally put anyone 
into cardiac arrest.  You can ask Trish if you don't believe 
me, Devon.  She spoke to Pamela about it.  Pamela was not 
put off; she was simply concerned for her health."
   "Just give her a chance, Devvy," Kristanna mewed.  "If
Pamela does not fit in, she will be sent home."
   Devon seemed to be a bit calmer now - perhaps because of
my explanation about the waterfall incident - but she was
still upset.  "How is Pamela going to blend in and become
one of us when she spends all of her free time alone in the
library?  Answer me that?  Either of you?"
   Kristanna shrugged her shoulders.  "I am willing to give
her the benefit of the doubt.  Pamela left here back in July
on horrible terms.  I mean, HORRIBLE terms.  It is probably
very awkward for her right now to be back amongst the place
and the people that she verbally burned down.  She might even
be scared, or intimidated - fearful that some of us have the
type of feelings for her that you are now expressing, Devvy.
I know for a fact that Pamela regrets all of the drama we
had, and wishes she could go back and change things.  Pamela
told us that she wishes she never left here to begin with.
She says she should have been more open to the lifestyle."
   "I like Pamela, Devvy," Kristanna added.  "I always have
liked her.  You never heard me say one negative thing about
Pamela as a person.  I never said I hated her, no matter how
mean and angry she was toward me.  I figured all of that was
said in frustration.  I never took any of it personally."
   "I always thought of Pamela as being the female version of
Jeremy," the 24-year-old pressed on.  "Jeremy spent all those
years on this island - alone and wasting away - wanting to
barricade himself from the rest of humanity.  Jeremy always
felt that others looked at him in a negative light, but in
reality that was never the case.  Jeremy was lonely and even
scared, but he had so much love in his heart and was aching
to share it with someone... anyone.  Just aching."
   "Pamela is the same way," Kristanna said.  "Pamela has
been a stripper for so long that it has dulled and jaded her
so much that she cannot even go to the grocery store without
sensing that every person in there is staring at her, and she
often wonders how many of them even recognize her as _that
stripper from the club down the street_.  She does not feel
that way with us.  Pamela knows that no one on this island
looks at her as a stripper.  No one looks down on her here.
For the first time in 12 years, when Pamela is around us, she
actually feels at ease."
   "Pamela is a good girl, Devvy.  A good, clean girl.  I do
not care if she has been a stripper for 12 years.  Pamela is
caring, loving, and she is very smart.  She has the IQ of a
genius.  She is probably smarter than all of us put together.
Pamela wants to love - and be loved - and I want us to give
her that opportunity one more time."  Kristanna shrugged her
shoulders and continued, "If she cannot blend in with us, then
she will go back to her life in Baltimore.  Simple as that."
   Devon frowned and shook her head.  "I just think you and
Jeremy are too damn nice.  You're too lenient.  One of these
days, your good nature is going to come back and bite you."
   "I love Jeremy," Kristanna proclaimed, "and I trust him.
I trust his judgment.  I also want to make him happy.  I
know that Pamela being a part of our lives, and Jeremy being
given the opportunity to love her, and take care of her for
all eternity, would be the final piece to the puzzle for him.
Pamela would be the sixth and final girl from the summer to
complete the circle of our family.  Camille does not count.
I know how much having Pamela here with us means to Jeremy."
   "But what if Pamela starts..."
   "If things don't work out," Kristanna interjected, cutting
Devon off in mid-sentence, "Pamela will go home.  It's that
simple, baby.  Just give her a chance.  You know how much
Jeremy wants Pamela to stay.  We owe it to him.  But I also
trust him.  If Jeremy comes to the conclusion that Pamela is
incapable of having a future with us, he will cut her loose.
Jeremy did it in the past, and I trust he will do it again."
   Devon waved a finger at Kristanna.  "You're too nice."
   "Can you do it?" my wife asked her.  "Can you do it for
me, Devvy?  You're one of the most warm-hearted and loving
girls I have ever met.  It is a major reason why I fell in
love with you from the very outset.  Can you give Pamela a
second chance?  Do it for me.  Do it for me, and Jeremy."
   Devon pouted.  "I don't trust Pamela."
   "Do you trust me?" Kristanna retorted.
   "Of course I do."
   "Trust me, that you can trust Pamela," she declared.  "Do
it for me and Jeremy, Devvy... please.  Pamela is not going
to hurt us or cause any issues.  Things are different now."
   "Why didn't Pamela tell us that she was worried about her
heart and overdoing it yesterday at the waterfall?" Devon
asked, shifting her focus toward me.  "It would have cleared
up a lot of anger and confusion.  I was really upset about
it.  I felt downright insulted that she walked away from us."
   "Maybe Pamela felt shy or apprehensive," Kristanna mused,
using those two words again.  "Or maybe she was scared."
   "Yeah, right," Devon huffed.  "No way!"
   "Give her a chance, Devvy.  Please... do it for us.  Trust
in me and Jeremy that we are making the right decision.  You
know that neither of us would ever do anything to jeopardize
the relationship we all have together."
   Devon frowned again, but kept silent for a good 15 or 20
seconds.  Finally, she spoke up, "Do you have any names in
mind for your baby yet?"
   "Devvy..." Kristanna insisted.
   "Oh, all right," she finally gave in.  "I'll do it.  I'll
do it for the two of you.  But I SWEAR TO GOD, if this comes
back and blows up in our faces, you'll never hear the end of
it from me.  You'll hear _I told you so_ every single day
for the absolute rest of your lives."
   "It won't blow up in our faces," Kristanna promised her.
"And to answer your question, I have long liked two names for
my first child - Kaden Thomas if it's a boy, or Ariel Janae
if it's a girl.  Ariel, like the mermaid."
   "Ariel Janae is a very pretty name," Devon nodded.  "What
do you think, Jeremy?  Do you like those names?"
   "I told Krissy that she gets to pick out the name of our
first-born," were my words.  "I like both names a lot.  And
to your earlier point, Devon, I will talk to Pamela about
incorporating herself more into the daily activities around
here.  But you have to realize that no matter what, she will
always spend time in the library.  Pamela loves it there -
just like Trish and Lindsay love the recreation room."
   "How many times do you go to the recreation room, Devvy?"
Kristanna asked.  "Trish and Lindsay never complain about you
not being there with them.  Nor do you complain about either
of them spending almost all of their time playing video games
and arcade machines down there.  It's the same thing as Pamela
spending so much of her time in the library."
   "No, it's not," Devon countered.  "Trish and Lindsay are
in the recreation room TOGETHER.  Pamela is in the library
all by herself.  There is a huge difference."
   "Look at all the time Jeremy spends snooping on us in the
voyeur room ALL BY HIMSELF," Kristanna offered.  "He could
be spending that time with us instead of spying on us, but I
have never once heard you complain about it."
   "Look," Devon sighed, becoming defensive, "I agreed to
give Pamela a chance.  That's what you wanted, isn't it?
Don't go pushing your luck here."
   "Pamela does need to become more active and social with
us," Kristanna stated.  "But do not condemn her for spending
time in the library.  She enjoys it there."
   At this particular moment, Amy emerged from the mansion
and, with a smile, made a beeline straight for Kristanna.
Amy embraced Kristanna with both arms upon the hammock and
held her for a long time.  "Congratulations again, Krissy!"
she gushed.  "I'm so happy for you!  You're having a baby!"
   "Thank you, sweetie," Kristanna smiled, returning the
embrace with one of her own.  "I still cannot believe it.
Jeremy and I have been trying and trying for months..."
   "What's going on inside the mansion?" I asked Amy, as she
stepped away from my wife.  "What are the other girls up to?"
   "Pamela reading a book in the library?" Devon deadpanned.
   "Actually, Pamela is with Trish and Lindsay down in the
recreation room," Amy responded, which brought a renewed
smile to my face.  "They are playing poker, of all things.
Lindsay convinced Pamela to leave the library and join her
and Trish in the recreation room for a night of fun."
   I quickly recalled my time spent with Trish and Lindsay
yesterday, when I asked both of them if they would be extra
nice to Pamela and try to convince her that her rightful
place in life was with us.  Lindsay promised that she would
do her best and, a mere 24 hours later, she had persuaded
Pamela to go to the recreation room with her and Trish.  I
also trusted the little angel was working her magic right
now; she was doing whatever it took to make Pamela feel at
ease and perfectly comfortable with these new surroundings.
   Wouldn't it be something if Lindsay - and her sweet,
indelible nature - turned out to be the driving force that
ultimately convinced Pamela to commit herself to us, and our
lifestyle?  If that was the case, I would feel indebted to
Lindsay a million times more than I already did.
   Honestly, it did not matter to me how it happened - _as
long_ as it happened.  I felt so tantalizingly close to
reeling Pamela in, and latching onto her forever.  She was
_right there_ for the taking, and all it seemed we needed to
make it a reality was one final nudge, or push.  I could not
allow her to slip through my fingers like last time...
   "Why aren't you with Pamela, Trish and Lindsay in the
recreation room right now?" Kristanna wondered, reaching
underneath Amy's mini-skirt and tenderly caressing the
silky nether region between her thighs.
   Amy yelped and flinched at that unexpected contact.  "Oh,
I wanted to, but I had some chores to finish first."  Amy
sighed, then her body began to gently churn and convulse as
Kristanna continued stroking her pussy.
   "You like that, sweetie?"
   "Uh huh," Amy moaned, her eyes now closed.
   "Any panties on underneath that mini-skirt?" Devon asked
with a grin, trying to position her eyes for a look.
   Kristanna huffed.  "You know Amy isn't allowed to wear
panties."  She retracted her hand and added, "Jeremy has not
allowed her to wear panties since she became his submissive."
   Amy squealed as when I reached upward and wrapped my arm
around her waist, I spun her in a half-circle and pulled her
down and onto my lap.  She landed in a seated position atop
my left thigh, then squirmed her lush backside about while
settling in and finding the most comfortable position.  I
encircled her body with both arms from behind and kissed her
neck, luxuriating in the wondrous scent of her fiery red hair
and the closeness of her voluptuous body to mine.
   Still in the hammock, Kristanna reclined to the side and
giggled with pure delight as Devon scooted over to me, only to
plop herself down across my right thigh.  Now with a pair of
gorgeous women in my lap, Kristanna brought both of her hands
together and placed them under her face, using them as a
makeshift pillow, as she eyed the three of us dreamily.
   When Devon snagged a full, open-mouthed kiss from me, Amy
was ready quickly and awaiting her turn.  Just as Devon's
mouth left my own, it was immediately replaced by Amy's.
Both ladies were giggling as well, squirming and jittering
about upon my lap.  Soon, they each shared a rather deep,
tongue-laced kiss of their own just inches from my face.
   "I love my life," Kristanna swooned, still watching us.

                           * * *

   The time was 11:15pm when our little four-way discussion
just outside the mansion had finally reached its conclusion.
The trio of Kristanna, Devon and Amy all said they were going
to bed, and wanted me to come along with them.  I promised
them that I would be there shortly, but first wanted to check
on the other three ladies - Pamela, Trish and Lindsay.
   As I hastily made my way toward the recreation room, I
thought about Devon and some of the things she had said.  I
understood her viewpoint and her concerns, but felt as if
they were truly unwarranted.  Like Kristanna explained to
Devon, Pamela was not here to try and steal me.  Pamela
understood what the situation, and the deal, was here.
   We were welcoming Pamela with open arms and allowing her
the opportunity to build and grow a life-long relationship
with us, but it had to be under the proper terms.  Pamela
could not focus all of her love and affection on me.  She
had to develop true, loving relationships with all five of
the other ladies as well (not just one, two or three of
them, either, but _all five_).  Eventually, Pamela would have
to feel as strongly for each of the ladies on an individual,
one-on-one basis as she did me.
   This whole process was going to be a tall order, indeed,
but I honestly felt that it was not as insurmountable as it
seemed.  Thanks to the month she spent here earlier this year,
Pamela already had the solid basis of a friendship with all
five of the girls (some more deeper than others, obviously).
   Pamela had my full love and support.  Kristanna was the
one who spearheaded the effort to bring Pamela back to the
island and into our lives to begin with.  Trish and Lindsay
promised to do their part to help, and I was quite certain
that, considering Pamela was closer and more intimate with
her than any other woman during her original time here, Amy
would chip in and do whatever it took to convince her to stay.

   That left Devon.

   Indeed, Pamela had said pretty hurtful words earlier this
year - and most of them were directed toward Kristanna.  It
was true that Pamela once called my wife a _skank with a fake
accent_.  It was also true that she told others - on more
than one occasion - that she absolutely hated Kristanna.
   I felt all of the nasty stuff was said out of anger and
exasperation, however, and fortunately Kristanna did as well.
Why?  That was not Pamela.  She was not the type of person to
harbor such negative feelings and ill-will toward others.
The Pamela that I knew and loved was cool, calm and collected.
She was very loyal and peaceful, and did not have a mean bone
in her entire body.  But anger causes people to oftentimes 
say certain things that they do not mean, and later regret.
   During that whole ordeal, Kristanna even sympathized with
Pamela and her emotions, and felt sorry for her.  She took
nothing that was said to heart.
   But those words still resonated quite loudly with Devon,
who (understandably so) was apprehensive in her own right
about allowing Pamela back into our lives.  Again, I 
understood Devon and her trepidation.
   Devon was a sweetheart, though, and a very kind and loving
person.  I believed that if Pamela ultimately decided to stay
with us, Devon would quickly realize over time that she was
not cold or abrasive, and full of drama, but rather a perfect
fit for our relationship and the life we wanted to pursue.
   Devon, however, was not the road-block here.  That would be
Pamela herself.  We needed to convince her that devoting her
life to six people could ultimately turn out to be much more
rewarding and fruitful than the typical monogamous marriage.
If we could somehow get through that road-block, though, then
the rest of Pamela's life would be off to the races.
   Tomorrow was going to be a very important day.  I may very
well have a definitive answer as to whether or not Pamela was
going to make a commitment to us by this time tomorrow night.
It was our most important and vital day yet.
   In the morning, Pamela was going with Kristanna and yours
truly to the mainland.  Both of them had medical appointments
to attend.  Instead of traveling by helicopter, I had opted
to go the slow route - a four hour boat cruise both to and
from Lima.  What that meant, of course, was that in addition
to our time in the city, Kristanna, Pamela and myself would
have a grand total of eight hours alone together on the boat to
further discuss things and iron out any problems or concerns.
It certainly promised to be a very enlightening discussion...

                           * * *

   "I haven't played pinball since I was in high school!" I
heard Pamela say moments later, as I quietly approached the
recreation room.  Suddenly not wanting to alert them of my
presence, I peered through a crack in the doorway and again
found myself smiling at what I saw.
   Pamela was at one of the arcade machines, mashing its
buttons and controller sticks, as Trish and Lindsay stood
to either side of her and offered words of encouragement.
   "Isn't this fun?" Trish chirped.
   "It is!" Pamela agreed.
   "I need to talk to Jeremy," Lindsay squealed.  "Trish and
I need a space five times the size of this one in the new
mansion that's currently being built in Norway.  We want a
big, huge, massive, super-duper recreation room where every
gaming console and pinball machine you could ever think of
is there.  Wouldn't that be totally awesome, Trish?"
   "Awwwww!" the Canadian exclaimed, sagging her shoulders,
as Pamela's pinball game suddenly ended.  "You let the last
one through!  And you were doing so well..."
   "I want to play again," Pamela nodded, firing up the
machine one more time.  "I want to beat my high score."
She glanced over at Lindsay and announced, "I want to beat
YOUR high score.  I'm coming after you, girl."
   "You'll never beat my score!" Lindsay chided her.  "I 
have the all-time high score on this machine!  No one is 
ever even going to come CLOSE to it!"
   "Lindsay is very serious and gung-ho when it comes to
gaming and the records she has here," Trish observed.
   Once Pamela became involved and focused on a new round
of pinball, Lindsay reached over with her right hand and
leisurely ran it through the 30-year-old's free-flowing,
immaculate blonde hair.  With a snicker, Lindsay then
planted a simple kiss upon the side of Pamela's face.
   The two ladies looked at each other and giggled for a
brief moment, before Pamela re-focused her attention upon
the arcade machine.  At the same time, Trish placed her
hand upon Pamela's shoulders and rubbed them lovingly.
   "OH!  I CANNOT BELIEVE I let that one get through!"
Pamela exclaimed.  She turned toward Lindsay and gave her
an impish expression, claiming, "You distracted me!"
   "I did not!" Lindsay shot back, as all three ladies
now snickered and giggled in unison.

   I turned and immediately went back to the elevator.  I
originally came down here with plans to interject myself
into the proceedings, but these three ladies seemed to be
doing just fine without me.  I was not going to interrupt.
   Watching that little display in the recreation room also
provided me with a rush of positive feelings and vibrations.
Although certainly nothing was official, I felt better and
much more optimistic about the entire situation right now
than I had at any point since reuniting with Pamela several
days ago.  Seeing her coo and cavort with Trish and Lindsay
seemingly clinched it for me.
   A single tear streaming down my face, I smiled and was 
full of emotion and hope, and spoke in a very low, audible 
whisper, "Pamela is going to stay with us..."



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