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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 10: "Kristanna"
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              -*-  Thursday, June 5, 2015  -*-


   "Do I know you?"
   I looked up from the computer laptop here on the front
porch only to find a very tall, statuesque blonde standing
before me who was so radiant, her beauty shone out across the 
whole ocean.  People on the other side of the world were 
probably wondering what was making such a happy, joyous glow.
   "Excuse me?" I asked.
   Kristanna grinned.  "Do I know you?  Because I'm having an
awfully hard time recognizing you with your clothes on."  She
then broke out into a fit of sweet, melodious laughter.
   I glared up at my 25-year-old wife, an eyebrow raised, and
was temporarily thrown for a loop by her playful comment.  
"That's seriously how you are saying hello to me today?"
   "Oh, lighten up, Jeremy!" Kristanna insisted, offering me
a quick-hitting embrace from behind.  "You're way too tense
lately!"  She came around to my frontside and looked at what
was on the laptop's monitor.  "What'cha doing?  You looking at
porn again on the Internet?"
   This time, I had to stifle a laugh of my own.  "No, little
Miss Curious, I am NOT looking at porn.  You and your co-horts
see to it that there is enough porn in my regular, everyday 
life that I do not need to seek out more on the Internet."
   Kristanna gasped and held a hand to her mouth as if she
was greatly stunned.  Even appalled.  "I'm telling the other 
girls that you called all of them my co-horts!"
   "You go right ahead," I encouraged her, as I returned my
focus to the laptop's monitor and resumed typing.  However, I
slowly turned my gaze to the right and looked at Kristanna
as she was nosily peering over my shoulder at the screen.
   "Seriously, what are you doing?"
   "Why do you got to be such a woman and know everything?"
   "JEREMY!" she screeched at my teasing words.
   "I'm checking the weather reports for the next few days,"
was my answer.  "We only have today and tomorrow left on the
island before it will be time to fly back home on Saturday.
Clear skies and sunshine today and tomorrow, and 80 degrees."
   "That sounds perfect!" Kristanna chirped.  "What about
Norway?  What's it like back home right now?"
   I did some furious typing on the keyboard.  "Hmmmm... says
it will be 17 degrees in Oslo on Saturday.  Of course, that
is Celsius, and that translates to about 63 for Fahrenheit,
I think.  So, quite a bit cooler than the island."
   "The temperature won't really pick up and start to get
warmer in Norway until July," Kristanna mused.
   I shrugged my shoulders.  "Fine with me.  I'm just glad
we have our pool area with the climate-controlled dome back
home.  We can go swimming in the dead of winter if we want."
   "Very true," Kristanna nodded, suddenly shoving the laptop
computer to the side and promptly plopping herself across my 
lap and hooking her slender, loving arms around my neck and 
shoulders.  She smiled brightly at me, her blue eyes twinkling
like stars, then kissed my forehead.
   Kristanna looked mesmerizing as usual, wearing what, at
initial glance, appeared to be an oversized t-shirt with
flouncy sleeves, with an aqua and white tie-dye color and
design pattern.  In actuality, it was a pull-over dress that 
simply resembled a t-shirt, and went down to mid-thigh.
   I reached out with a hand and grasped her right foot and
the strappy sandal which adorned it, then ran my thumb over
and across her toes in repeated succession.  "What do you
have planned today, sweetheart?" I asked her.  "Maybe going
down to the beach with Devon and Pamela for their picnic?"
   Kristanna smiled and offered me an innocent shrug of the
shoulders.  She then made a happy face and retorted, "Oh, I
don't know.  Maybe I'll just spend the day with you!"
   I chuckled at her and placed my opposite hand upon her
hip.  "I would certainly have no objections if you did.
Where's the wild man at, Kaden?"
   "Kaden and Piper are taking a nap right now," Kristanna
informed me, referring to the two infant children in our 
extended family.  "Do not worry, Jeremy... Lindsay and Amy 
volunteered to keep an eye on them."
   "That is good."
   Kristanna gave an impish expression.  "So... did you get
Lindsay pregnant yet, Jeremy?  Plaster her with your seed?"
   This crazy woman and her personality - its quirks - and
so many things she said (and the way she said them) oftentimes
kept me full of laughter.  "I'm trying, honey.  I was with her
twice yesterday - in the morning after breakfast, and then
again last night before bed-time in the shower."
   Kristanna giggled.  "Devvy and I heard Lindsay screaming
through the walls when you two were in the shower.  We almost
barged in and made it a four-some."
   "You should have," I encouraged her.  "You should have
brought all of the girls with you and made it an eight-some!"
   "An eight-some?" Kristanna chortled.  "If I did that,
Jeremy, you would not be able to walk right now!  The way
your back has been acting up lately... you be laid up in bed
all day long like the old man that you are."
   "HEY!" I scorned her, albeit playfully.  "Don't go start
calling me old like Lindsay does.  I'm only 41."
   "But have the body of someone who is 81!"
   I tilted my head and glared at Kristanna as she laughed
merrily.  That line was straight out of Lindsay's book.  "I
have a good mind right now, Krissy, to put you directly over
my knee and give you a spanking."  She burst out into laughter
again as I added, "God only knows you deserve one really bad."
   "You need to remember, Jeremy, I'm not Lindsay or Amy!"
Kristanna exclaimed, still giggling up a wild storm.  "If 
you even TRY to give me a spanking, you will regret it!"
   Indeed, Kristanna did not have the submissive qualities
that both Lindsay and Amy did.  She was not the type of
woman who would take well to a spanking.  In fact, she was
more dominant than anything - and had administered a few
spankings of her own in the past.  Her favorite victim was
Devon, of course, but she had also gotten rough with Lindsay
and Amy, and even Pamela a time or two.  Every time I had
ever threatened to spank Kristanna, she would invariably
threaten me that I better not even try.  Of course, it was
said in a very fun and spirited way.  Nearly everything
Kristanna did was fun.  She just _loved_ to laugh.
   "Did you get to talk to Trish any more?" Kristanna asked,
suddenly changing to a much more serious topic.
   "Not yet."
   Kristanna caressed the back of my neck with her fingers.
"You keep trying to look for a cure for Trish, Jeremy, but
you're not going to find one.  There is no cure; she lost
her father tragically, and there is no bringing him back.
There is nothing you can do to magically make Trish feel
suddenly all happy and chipper again.  All you can do - all
any of us can do - is offer Trish our love and support.
Slowly but surely, she will get back to normal."
   "And keep in mind," Kristanna added, "as bad as Trish
feels now, she would feel a hell of a lot worse if she was 
not surrounded by so many people who love and care for her.  
We are helping her, Jeremy - YOU are helping her - by simply 
being there for her.  But there is no magic cure that will 
make all the bad feelings go away."  Kristanna pouted and 
continued, "It just seems to me that is what are you looking 
for.  I just don't want you to get frustrated over it."
   "I love Trish just as much as you do," she stressed to me.
"Trish is my wife just like she is yours.  It really hurts me
to have to watch Trish go through this difficult time the way
she is.  But please, Jeremy.  Please do not beat yourself up 
over what happened.  It is not your fault, and certainly no 
one is blaming you.  Again, there is no magic cure for her."
   I sat there in silence for 20 seconds, allowing Kristanna's
words - her wisdom, if you will - to sink in and register.  As
usual, she was right.  But could I still accept that and allow
myself simply to sit back and watch Trish suffer?
   "I love you, Jeremy," Kristanna suddenly proclaimed, 
breaking the silence and embracing me warmly with both arms.  
"Ohhhhh... you care about all of us, you're the greatest 
husband any girl could ever ask for.  But you want to solve 
every single problem, and make it go away immediately.  That 
is great and all, but sometimes it's not quite that easy.
You're such a great guy, and you have the biggest heart."
   "I love you too, Krissy."
   "Let's you and I go out and do something together on the
island," Kristanna suggested, pulling back and smiling at me.
"C'mon... just you and me.  No one else!  Kaden will be fine
without us for awhile.  Piper too.  C'mon... just like old 
times, when I used to fly here from Norway and visit you when 
I was younger - well before the others came along."
   "I'd like that very much," I told her.

                           * * *
                           
   I watched as the cool water cascaded over Kristanna's
sleek, suntanned body, washing off the salt and sand, the 
coconut sunscreen and surfboard wax, as she stood just three
feet away away from me underneath the next nozzle.  Although 
I knew every nook and cranny of Kristanna's lean, beautiful 
body, I could not help but to steal quick peeks and glances of 
her whenever I could regardless.  Water from the beach access 
shower splashed down onto her delicate shoulders and torso, 
drizzling all over - and through - her two-piece, strapless 
white bikini before dripping down her long, graceful legs.
   Kristanna and I had spent the past four hours playing and
frolicking together both in and out of the ocean alongside
the southwestern tip of the island.  It was late afternoon, 
the sky a majestic blue, while the horizon was tinged with
hints of orange and black.  A few shadows fell on Kristanna's
sexy body and, even as I shook my head furiously as if to 
clear the mental cobwebs, I could hardly believe that this 
was actually my life - and that she was my bride.
   16 years my junior, Kristanna was sex on a surfboard.
Sun-kissed and sweet, happy and free, outgoing and sexy as 
could be.  And she was mine; all mine!  Actually, ours...
   I watched Kristanna turn the shower off, then whip her 
hair about, its long locks damp and sticky, and run a dry 
towel through it.  "What's on your mind, baby?" she swooned.
   "Nothing specific, I suppose," I answered.  "Just happy."
   "Same here," Kristanna said, handing me a hot, sun-toasted
towel.  "I love the beach this time of day.  But I love it
even more with you here by my side."
   "You mean that?" I smiled, dabbing my face with the towel.
   "I mean it every time I say it, Jeremy," Kristanna scolded
me playfully.  "So stop asking me if I mean it every time I 
say it.  God... you're such a drama queen."
   I raised an eyebrow at her.  "A drama queen?  Me?"
   "Yes, you!" she giggled.
   We dressed, my insides overflowing with love and devotion
for my precious wife.  Kristanna slipped into her favorite
cover-up, a yellow sundress I had purchased for her two years
ago during one of our excursions to the mainland while still
living here.  It was comfortable yet still dressy and, with
her gray sandals and bronzed skin, looked perfect on her.
   Kristanna and I grabbed our surfboards (which had gotten 
quite the workout today) and respective duffel bags, then
returned to my trusty, old _Jeep Wrangler_, which was parked
alongside the forest's edge.  It may have been a 1987 model 
with over 170,000 miles on it, but the _Jeep_ still ran 
beautifully.  I originally purchased it in 1991 while still 
attending high school, and had been a fixture here on the 
island since 1998.  I had always taken great care of it.
   One place on the island that Kristanna wanted to visit
before we returned home to Norway was the natural garden in
the northwestern valley, nestled between the crashing surf
and a thundering waterfall.  This area, with its constant
mist and rich volcanic soil, was especially ideal for plant
life.  Simply dubbed _Eden_ by Kristanna several years ago,
this five acre garden was home to hundreds of species of
tropical trees, flowers and other plant life such as lovely
orchids, heliconias, torch gingers and bromeliads.
   While exploring the garden, Kristanna and I spotted a pack
of howler monkeys up in the trees way above us.  Once they
took notice of us, the wild animals began to howl furiously;
their loud screams could travel as far as three miles through
a dense forest.  Howler monkeys are generally not considered
aggressive toward humans, but Kristanna and I kept our
distance regardless, not wanting to invade their territory.
Still, we got some excellent photographs of them.
   Our final destination before returning to the mansion was
the incredible bamboo forest located not too far from the
aforementioned natural garden.  Boasting some of the island's
most surreal beauty, this particular forest veil gave way to
a lush jungle, fresh water swimming holes and four small
waterfalls.  It was one of those kind of places which
initiated a true sense of calm, relaxation and adventure.
   We sat underneath a small outpouring of fresh water from a 
mere seven feet above and did nothing but cuddle and talk for 
a good half-hour.  Indeed, I absolutely _loved_ my life.

                           * * *

   Kristanna and I had such an amazing day out and about that
neither of us ever wanted it to end.  We had been alone for 
the majority of it - harking back to the initial roots of our 
relationship as the Norwegian valkyrie visited me here on the 
island several times over a four year period (from 2009-2013) 
well before any of the other ladies appeared in our lives.
   As for the other ladies, they had a keen sense as a group,
and suggested that Kristanna and I round out this wonderful
day by spending the remainder of it together - just the two
of us.  Lindsay suggested the guest cottage for us, insisting 
that she and the others would have their own private "girl's 
night" across the way in the mansion.
   Kristanna and I agreed, but only after spending three
hours playing with our 10-month-old son, Kaden.  Once he got
tired, we passed him off to the watchful and caring arms of
Lindsay.  She would see to it that Kaden had a good night as
Kristanna and I enjoyed our time alone together in the guest
cottage.  If there were any problems whatsoever as it
pertained to Kaden, Lindsay would let us know immediately.

                           * * *

   "I think you should eat something," were my words for 
Kristanna, as she relaxed on the sofa and tilted her head
back as if she was tired.  "Why don't you go and get changed,
honey, while I sneak over to the main house and raid the 
kitchen?  I know you're hungry.  I'm no expert chef like Amy, 
you know, but I make a mean grilled cheese."
   A gentle smile came across Kristanna's lips.  "Just like
the good ol' days.  You used to make grilled cheese for me
all the time when we were younger."
   "So is that a plan?"
   "Hmmmmm," she purred, her expression thoughtful.  "I get
changed.  You cook.  Sounds great."
   "And then I get you to bed."
   A slow smile overtook Kristanna's face.  "Yeah?"
   The contents of the refrigerator in the mansion offered an
insight to the healthy diet and lifestyle that our family
continually strived to maintain as a group.  Raw vegetables,
several different types of cheese, organic chicken, fresh 
fish and orange juice (not to mention a tall pitcher of 
cherry _Kool-Aid_ for Trish) adorned the shelves.
   I made haste in drumming up the basics - bread, cheese and
butter.  After all, those were the bare essentials for any 
grilled cheese sandwich.  But the key to making the _best_ 
grilled cheese was the type of cheese that you used.  I could
have opted for the old reliable and just went for American, 
but figured I would try something new with Havarti instead.
After all, Havarti was Kristanna's favorite type of cheese.
   I quickly returned to the nearby guest cottage and soon 
congratulated myself and the technique I used as I pulled 
off a one-handed flip as the sandwich popped and sizzled over 
the hot, steaming skillet.  My motto was always extra, extra
cheese, followed by more cheese.  Once finished, I transferred
the culinary masterpiece and called over my shoulder to the 
back of the house, "Food's ready, Krissy."
   It took a second and third call, but eventually Kristanna
appeared in the kitchen wearing a pink t-shirt that went all
the way down to mid-thigh.  I swallowed hard at the expanse
of luscious skin on display.  Those legs were long, toned
and bare.  They were also incredibly sexy.
   "Hi baby," she grinned at me.
   I took the plate over and set it down in front of my wife,
who had already settled at the kitchen table.  She took a
tentative bite and nodded her head in approval.
   "You haven't lost your touch."
   "Of course I haven't."
   Kristanna smirked between bites.  "You've always been kind
of a genius when it comes to making grilled cheese."
   "Learned it from my mom."
   Kristanna finished half of the tasty sandwich and downed
her bottled water.  "Sleepy," she said to me, leisurely
resting her chin on her hand in the most adorable fashion.
Usually I was the one tired and exhausted after a long day
out, but tonight the tables had been turned for some odd
reason.  Kristanna seemed groggy and sluggish.  She began to
feel tired earlier while we were playing with Kaden.
   Nevertheless, I adjusted a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Why don't you go tuck yourself in and I'll finish up here?"
   She nodded at me, then got up and went down the hallway
to the quaint, little bedroom.  Meanwhile, I gave the plate
and pan a good scrubbing before putting them back in their
respective cabinets.  I noticed on the refrigerator, there
was a stylish, little magnet that read _Dinner will be ready
when the smoke alarm goes off_.  I ran my thumb across the
magnet and smiled, remembering the exact day some six years
ago when Kristanna bought it at a thrift store in Lima.
   Once entering the bedroom, I found my captivating bride
on top of the covers, already fast asleep.  For a moment, I
just had to stare because Kristanna looked so angelically
beautiful that it was impossible not to.  Her blonde hair
fell in a swoop across her forehead, just shy of her eyes,
which possessed the most attractively long lashes.
   The fabric of the t-shirt Kristanna wore was quite thin and
left little to the imagination.  The generous curvature of her
breasts, the nipples protruding against the light cotton, and
then there was the expanse of leg so gloriously on display.
Kristanna looked like a sexy advertisement in a magazine,
right there in front of me.  Good God!  Closing my eyes for a
moment against the perfection in front of me, I swallowed,
wondering whether or not I should actually wake her up.
   "Hey," I finally whispered, running my fingers gently
through the hair on Kristanna's forehead.  "Let's get you
under the covers, okay?"
   Her eyes opened and focused softly on mine.  She gave me a
small smile in recognition.  "Hey."
   "Hey, yourself."
   Before I knew it, Kristanna took my hand and pulled me 
down.  Our mouths were inches apart, but the much more 
immediate issue was the curves I felt pushing up against me.
I wanted to explore them so very badly.
   "Kiss me," she breathed.
   I moved my lips toward hers and definitely found myself
enjoying the moment, sinking into the reassuring depths of
wonderful that kissing Kristanna always brought me to.  She
let out a soft, little sigh, which should not have done
anything to me, but dear God, it did.  My heart pounded wildly
within my chest.  My hands wanted to engage; to explore the
body that was pressed up so sensually upon my own.
   "You need some rest, Krissy," I told her, breaking the
kiss and stepping away.  "You're obviously very tired.  You
need to get underneath the covers."
   Kristanna nodded and pulled her feet up so I could snatch
the sheet out from beneath her.  The quick action caused her
t-shirt to ride high, exposing her silky G-string beneath.
Hmmmmm, I moaned inwardly, swallowing hard to the incredibly
powerful reaction my body had to the luscious sight.
Kristanna then slipped beneath the sheets and I pulled the
covers up to her chin.  There.  Totally covered.
   "Join me," she said, motioning to the spot next to her.
   Sleep certainly did not come easily on this night for me.
The minutes ticked by like hours.  45 minutes later,
Kristanna moved into me, resting her head beneath my chin
and slipping her arm across my waist in a move that I was
not sure had been intentional or not.  I inhaled sharply,
the warmth of Kristanna's skin against mine, the wonderful
scent of her hair.  Some sort of berry.  It was an onslaught
of sensation and more than a little overwhelming.
   Before long, I realized Kristanna was breathing slow and
deep.  Out like a light.  The kind of peaceful breathing
reserved for those dead to the world.  I smiled myself, and
something shifted in me.  With Kristanna sleeping soundly
against me, I felt content, comfortable, at home.  I wrapped
my arms around my wife and pulled her more firmly in before
giving in to the serenity of the moment and closing my eyes.
   I remember absently playing with Kristanna's hair just
before sleep finally claimed me.  It was a splendid way for
me to finally drift off.

                           * * *

   "Kaden!  Kaden!  Hey, you got my make-up there!" 
   I awoke the following morning to the sound of Kristanna's
cheerful, jovial voice somewhere off in the distance.  It 
took several well-devoted blinks before I was able to fully 
rouse myself and realize that I was in the guest cottage on 
this Friday morning.  I turned my face to the side and 
glanced into the adjacent washroom, where Kristanna was 
standing at the mirror with our infant son, Kaden, who was 
poking around in the cabinets directly beneath her.
   "Kaden!"  Kristanna reached down and tickled his neck from
behind.  "Look at mama!  Uhhhhh, you're ignoring me!"  When
she giggled, Kaden turned and peeked up at her with a smile
of his own.  "Every single morning, while I do my make-up,
you stay down there and play with the bottles and the caps!"
   I took a deep breath and sighed contently, happy to lay 
there and watch my beloved wife and son in silence.  The 
alarm clock beside me read 8:50am.  Did I actually sleep for
close to ten hours last night?
   "Where you going, wild man?" Kristanna chirped, as Kaden
crawled toward the clothes hamper and inspected its base
with his little hands and fingers.  She followed him, then
knelt down and patted his shoes.  "Look at those feet!  Look
at those cute, little feet!"  When Kaden turned around, he 
actually made eye contact with me and then let out a loud 
squeal, only to rumble out of the washroom on his hands and
knees and promptly come crawling over to me.
   "Oh, Daddy is awake!" Kristanna exclaimed.  She again
followed Kaden, then picked him up and plopped him across my
chest.  Kristanna tenderly squished him between us, making
him laugh, as she leaned in close and stole a quick kiss from
me.  "Hey baby!" she greeted me, motioning toward Kaden.
"Look who I went over and got this morning!"  She serenaded
his cheek with kiss after kiss.  "It's... the wild man!"
   I hugged Kaden to me, then helped him sit up atop my chest.
"Any issues with him or Piper last night?"
   "No," she responded.  "Not at all.  There are never any
issues when Lindsay watches Kaden."
   "What about Piper?" I asked, referring to my six-month-old
daughter.
   "Mama Pamela was about to give her a bath when I snatched
Kaden away about an hour ago."  Kristanna's face lit up with
a smile as she continued, "You should have seen it, Jeremy!
Kaden was with Amy, and he was actually hugging and bopping
his little head upon her pregnant belly!"
   "He's getting antsy," I grinned in response.  "Wants to 
meet his new baby sister."
   Kaden toppled off of my chest and tumbled onto the bed.
He really seemed to enjoy that.  "You feeling any better?" I
asked Kristanna.  "You seemed really tired last night."
   "Oh, I'm fine," she assured me.  "It's just the night
before, Kaden had a bad night and was up for a long time.  I
did not get a whole lot of sleep.  Then, maybe I kind of
over-exerted myself yesterday with everything you and I did
outdoors - especially at the beach."  Kristanna pouted.  "I
wanted last night to be special for us, Jeremy.  I was all
set for it, too.  I'm sorry I got so sleepy and ruined it."
   "Every night - every moment - with you is special to me,
sweetheart," I told her, which elicited a definite reaction.
"We can fool around, we can stare at the walls or we can fall
asleep like two old folks in a nursing home.  I love and
cherish every minute I get to spend with you regardless."
   "Such a hopeless romantic you are," Kristanna giggled,
wiping a single tear from her eye.  "Kaden!  Daddy is a
hopeless romantic!"  Perhaps Kaden was listening; perhaps
he was not.  Whatever the case, he now seem fascinated by
the television remote control and its big, thick buttons.
   "I'll make it up to you, Jeremy."
   "Make what up to me?"
   "Last night!" she chirped.  "I wanted us to make love,
you know, and end what was an absolutely perfect day.  I
will make it up to you... I promise."
   "Oh, okay," I teased her.  "I'll hold you to that."  I
smiled and added in a devilish, fiendish tone, "You get
tired and fall asleep like that when you get old, you know."
   Kristanna broke out into a round of hysterical laughter.
"Old?  YOU are calling ME old?"
   "I'm not the one who was too tired for sex last night.
Looks like you're startin' to break down there, Krissy.
Soon, you'll be stuck in bed, and YOU will be the one who
Scarlett is going all _Dr. Caregiver_ on."
   "You're funny, Jeremy.  NOT!"
   
   Hmmmmm, I thought to myself, suddenly realizing that today
was going to be our final full day on the island for the 
foreseeable future.  Tomorrow, we were taking the big boat to 
the mainland at 5:00am and meeting up with my private flight
crew (Mike, his wife Carolyn, her sister Barbara and the 
co-pilot, Craig) at the airport.  They were going to fly us
in my private jetliner some 7,100 miles away to our ultimate
destination of Oslo, Norway, with quick maintenance stops in
Miami, Florida, Washington, DC and Reykjavik, Iceland.
   We would have preferred to extend our vacation another 
week or two on the island, of course, but Scarlett had to
return to work on Monday morning from _compassionate leave_ 
(bereavement).  Why Scarlett insisted on keeping her job, 
despite the fact that she loved being a nurse, was beyond me.
   Scarlett felt guilty earlier in the week, naturally, and
even offered to travel back to Norway by her lonesome so the
rest of us could stay on the island a little while longer.
Our family did not operate that way, however; the thought of
Scarlett traveling alone and then being by herself for a 
week or two back in our home in Norway never even crossed 
anyone's mind (except hers).
   So... yes, today was the last full day of our tropical
excursion.  Tonight we would work on packing suitcases and
hopefully get some quality sleep; 3:00am (our wake-up time
in the morning) would come awfully early.
   However, our family still had the rest of this morning 
and the afternoon ahead of us before we had to worry about
preparing to go back home to Norway.  Another jaunt to the
beach, but with everyone included this time?  Scuba diving
and/or snorkeling off the coast?  Perhaps a picnic at the 
base of the volcano?  How about at its top?
   With the demands that I knew were awaiting our family in 
future years (I could easily envision anywhere from seven to 
ten little kids ruling the house by 2020), I did not know how 
many more viable opportunities we would have to return to the 
island.  Thus, today had to be memorable.  It had to be fun.
It had to be a day, quite frankly, we would never forget.



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