[[[-Island_Fever17.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ =====================\____________________________________________________ Chapter 17: Disperse ---------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== "Here baby... let me get that for you," Trish said to Lindsay, motioning for the young and docile 18-year-old to stay seated at the breakfast bar counter within the kitchen. I stood at the entranceway of the kitchen and watched as Trish scurried over to the utensil drawer and fetched a spoon. Then, she returned to Lindsay and gave it to her. "I really hope you like it," Trish commented, as Lindsay used the spoon to take a sample taste of a banana split ice cream sundae. Trish seemed so worried that Lindsay was satisfied with the dessert she had prepared for her that she clasped both hands together and held them near her chin. Intrigued, I took a step further into the kitchen, although neither of the ladies were aware of my presence just yet. After several seconds of indecision, Lindsay finally nodded her head and smiled up at Trish. "Hmmmmm... yummy. It tastes delicious, Trish. Thank you for making this!" Trish clapped both hands together and even squealed with delight because Lindsay had given her a positive reaction. Perhaps I was analyzing too deep into this, but it seemed to me that Trish was only happy when Lindsay had a smile on her face. That was a good mindset to have - I was only happy when, for example, Pamela and Devon had a smile on their faces as well - but Trish, it appeared, had taken things to a much greater extreme. Just the tense, worried expression Trish displayed before Lindsay tried the ice cream sundae, to the look of sudden, absolute joy mere seconds later after being given a good answer was the barometer that I was using. In my eyes, at least, it was not healthy for Trish - or anyone else, for that matter - to be _that_ dependant on making another person happy over something so trivial as an ice cream sundae. As Lindsay continued to enjoy the afternoon dessert, Trish wrapped both arms around the little minx from behind and squeezed lovingly. She even burrowed the side of her face between Lindsay's shoulder blades and softly cooed, "You are so beautiful, baby. Hmmmmm... so beautiful." Lindsay's reaction was, very simply, no reaction. All she did was continue to eat her banana split ice cream sundae as Trish poured all sorts of love and affection upon her. Suddenly, I remembered something Amy had said to me just one week ago today when I brought the subject of these two ladies up during our discussion. _Trish is in love with Lindsay_. _Not the other way around_. I was starting to think that, perhaps, Amy's remarks had some merit. For the past couple of days, at least, Lindsay seemed mostly indifferent around Trish unless the voluptuous Canadian was kissing her, or having sex with her. If this truly was the case, what did Amy base her comment on? Was it something about their relationship that she inferred herself? Or did Lindsay tell Amy that? Trish was looking for love, and a bona-fide commitment. Lindsay, it seemed, just wanted to have sex. "Oh, hi Jeremy!" Trish exclaimed, full of her usual zest and energy, as she spotted me standing near the entranceway of the kitchen. As Lindsay flashed me a charming smile of her own, Trish motioned for me to come closer and join them. "Would you like an ice cream?" she asked. "Ice creams are my specialty. I can fix any type of ice cream you want." "No, I'm fine, thank you," I responded, the thoughts of these two women and the true status of their relationship still dominating my mind. Unfortunately, it appeared as if Trish may have been headed toward a major fall. She _LOVED_ Lindsay and was obviously entertaining thoughts of spending the absolute rest of her life with her. But Lindsay seemed to have a different agenda, and very different ideas. There did not appear to be a middle ground for either of them. "Are you sure you don't want some ice cream?" "Yes, I'm sure," I told Trish. "Thank you anyway." Trish smiled and hugged Lindsay from behind once again, then pecked her on the cheek with a kiss. "After you finish your sundae, baby, how about you and me go back to the recreation room? We can play some more video games. I know how much you enjoy that _Final Fantasy X-2_ game. We must beat the final boss in _Resident Evil 6_." Lindsay placed her spoon down and turned to look back at Trish. "I already have plans with Amy for today." Trish was crestfallen as Lindsay added, "I am going to meet her at two o'clock and we are going to go horseback riding." Trish's eyes narrowed. "Can I go with you?" Lindsay glanced over at me. "There are only two horses on the island... right? Smokin' Satin Bars and Blakken?" "Yes," I nodded. Lindsay turned her attention back toward Trish. "Jeremy and Kristanna said that me and Amy could borrow their horses and go riding throughout the forest. Only two horses..." Trish was defeated. "Oh... okay." Needless to say, I felt sorry for Trish. Her little baby had made plans for the day which did not involve her. I frowned as Trish took a step back, her expression empty and emotionless. I wanted to give her a hug, but held back. "I don't see why two of you could not ride one of the horses at once," I offered. "That way, all three of you could go out riding together." Trish closed her eyes and sighed. "No... it's okay." After putting on a happy face which was not sincere, Trish kissed Lindsay on the cheek and murmured, "I really hope you and Amy have a good time together, baby." Trish's pretty mouth twitched as she added, "Maybe you and me can hook up after dinner. Want to play some video games then? We can play _X-Box_, _X-Box 360_ or _Playstation 3_... whatever game you want. There are games on the computer, too." "We can hook up after dinner, sure," Lindsay answered. Now, Trish appeared genuinely happy again. "But I rather not play video games," Lindsay added. "I want to play with Mr. Happy instead... if you know what I mean." As the 30-year-old nodded her head and giggled in total agreement, I had a sudden flashback to their first evening on the island when I eavesdropped on Trish and _Mr. Happy_ - a white vibrator, or magic wand. Clearly, Lindsay had been properly introduced to Trish's joy-toy otherwise known as Mr. Happy. She wanted Trish to use it on her tonight! "Besides," Lindsay added, "I already beat the final boss in _Resident Evil 6_. I beat the game yesterday." "You did?" Trish asked, surprised and maybe a little hurt. "You played and defeated the game without me there, too? I thought you and I were team-mates when it came to..." "Hey kiddo," Amy said to Lindsay, walking right past me and into the kitchen, and cutting Trish's words off in the process. Amy did give me a little wave of the hand, though, but her focus here was obviously Lindsay. "I thought that you and I would get an early start on our horseback ride." Amy glanced at her wristwatch. "'Tis one-thirty. Kristanna has both of the horses ready for us." "Sounds great!" Lindsay gushed, already rising from the stool seat at the breakfast bar. "Let's go." "Hey!" Trish exclaimed, causing Lindsay to hesitate and turn back toward her. "You didn't finish your ice cream..." "Oh, I'm not really that hungry anyway," Lindsay mused, stepping toward Trish and kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you for the thought, though. It was nice." Amy grasped Lindsay's hand and gently tugged her away from Trish. As Amy then guided Lindsay out of the kitchen, she looked back and waved her hand about in a friendly manner. "Bye Trish. Bye Jeremy. Later gators..." Once Lindsay was clearly gone from our view, Trish took a deep, ragged breath, and then hung her head low. She turned her back to me and picked up the spoon Lindsay had just been using. After inspecting it with her eyes for five seconds, Trish angrily threw the spoon into the nearby kitchen sink. The loud _clanking_ noise it made as a result startled me. "Hey... are you okay?" I asked, stepping toward her. When Trish turned to face me, there were tears in her eyes. I quickly closed the distance between us and placed both hands atop her shoulders. "Hey... what's wrong?" Trying her best not to cry, Trish flailed her right hand up-and-down several times in succession. "L-Lindsay... I-I can't believe that she... she d-discarded me like that." "Lindsay did not DISCARD you," I implored. "She just wanted to go out horseback riding with Amy. Both of them asked me before breakfast this morning if they could borrow our horses for a couple of hours. They had it planned. One thing that Lindsay absolutely loves is horseback riding." "Oh, I know..." Trish sulked, hanging her head low again. She sniffed her nose and added, "I just think... that... me and Lindsay should be together. I want to be with h-her. The l-last few days it seems... it s-seems... I don't know." "I would like to be with Pamela, dear. I would like to be with Devon, too. I am sure both of them would like to be with me. But we don't try to monopolize each other's time." Trish glared at me with an angry look in her eyes as I went on, "I know that you are head-over-heels in love with Lindsay." Trish's expression changed to one of curiosity. "That... it's... it's so obvious. You love her. Everyone on the island knows it. Everyone talks about it." "Lindsay is everything that I have ever wanted in a girl," Trish confided in me. "I... I can't explain it. I know I have only known her for two weeks. Two weeks and two days. But I dreamed about it. I never thought I would find it. The absolute, PERFECT girl. But I did. Her hair, her eyes, her body, her voice... her attitude, personality, demeanor. I never thought I would find the girl I had dreamed about for so long. Then... then I met Lindsay in Miami." "Before you flew to Peru," I sighed. "If you find the ultimate, perfect girl, Jeremy, you have to latch onto her," Trish quaked. "I feel that way about Lindsay. You probably feel that way about both Pamela and Devon. You cannot let the perfect girl get away!" "Sweetheart, you are a LOT older than Lindsay is." I _could not believe_ I had just said that. I had nine years on Trish myself! So what did that make me as it pertained to Lindsay and all of the time and energy I had spent on her? "I don't care how young Lindsay is!" Trish exclaimed. "I love her! And I want to be with her!" Trish shook her head. "Camille was feeding me that same line of garbage just the other day. I'm 12 years older than Lindsay. 30 to 18. Big deal! When I am 70, Lindsay will be 58. Do you think that's a big age difference? No, you don't. But because we are younger, everyone wants to jump on me about our ages. First Camille and now you, Jeremy." Glaring at me, Trish folded both arms in front of her and took a step back. She was _boiling_ with anger because of what I had said to her! "I am not trying to tell you how to live your life," I insisted, still gripping her shoulders. My top priority here was to get Trish to settle down. I surely did not want her to be angry with me at all. "I think it is wonderful that you love and care so deeply for Lindsay. I don't want to see you get hurt, Trish. That's all. Lindsay is a lot younger than you are. She just lost her virginity what... two weeks ago. Point is, I don't think Lindsay wants the same things out of life right now that you do." "What do you mean?" "I don't think Lindsay wants to settle down and enter into any sort of commitment," I answered. "In fact, I know that she doesn't, Lindsay told me that herself, Trish. I know for a fact that she also told you the same thing." Trish closed her eyes and sighed once again. "I heard her talk about that before. But I'm hoping that if I treat her well... if I... if I show her how much I love her, and how happy I could make her... she will change her mind." A tear even streaked from Trish's right eye as she told me, "You can constantly reach for the stars, Jeremy, but maybe just once in your lifetime do you actually have a chance to grab one. I got my star now. It's Lindsay. I have no plans to let her go... let her slip away from me." I gulped my throat. "I don't want to see you get hurt. You're hurt now, Trish. You're crying." She stepped away from me and whined, "I'm only hurt now because I went to all that trouble with the ice cream, but Lindsay treated it like it was nothing, and went with Amy. Amy is a BAD influence on Lindsay. A _BAD_ influence!" "Lindsay and Amy are friends," I stressed. "They live just miles apart in the Cincinnati area. They have a lot in common. Lindsay is young. She wants to explore." Trish was pouting at me now. She did not particularly care for what I was saying to her. "May I give you some advice?" "Sure." "If you want Lindsay to feel the same for you that you do for her, then... then don't suffocate her. I want to spend all of my time with Pamela and Devon, Trish. I really do. I wish I could be with each of them 24 hours a day. I... I want to suffocate them. But I won't. I can't. There are times when I keep a distance from them. Not because I want to, but because it is healthy for each relationship. Point is, Trish, if you take every minute of someone's life and try to make it your own, it will only lead to you getting hurt, and a broken heart in the end." "I spend time away from Lindsay," Trish insisted. "I go to the central room and spar with Kristanna every day." "That only lasts for a short time," I told her. "The rest of the day, you are Lindsay's shadow. Give her some space. Give her room to breathe. Maybe she will... maybe one day, Lindsay will feel the same for you as you do her." "No one could make that girl happier than me. No one. I do not think my life is complete unless she is a part of it!" "Trish!..." I pleaded with her. "Just to know that Lindsay is off right now having fun with Amy instead of me... that hurts me inside! It hurts! Amy does not care about Lindsay one bit! Amy is nothing but a bad influence on Lindsay! A TERRIBLE influence!" Trish became even more emotional as she added, "Amy does all sort of nasty things to her when you're not looking, Jeremy!" "There is no reason for you to be upset." Trish frowned. "Jeremy, have you ever loved someone so much that you felt completely out of control, eh? So out of control that others around you did not understand how strong and intense your feelings were? So out of control that you made yourself look totally irrational? Even like an idiot?" "I never said or even implied that you are an idiot," were my words. "I just wish you would take a step back. I do not believe that Lindsay wants the same things in life that you do right now, Trish. The more you obsess over that girl, the more you're going to be hurt if, one day, Lindsay tells you something that you do not want to hear. I did not bring ANY of you here for these six weeks to suffer a broken heart. That is the last thing I want to happen to ANY of you." "I am not obsessed with Lindsay," Trish informed me. "I love her. Obsession is bad. Love is good." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "I appreciate your concern for me, Jeremy. I really do. But please... let me live my life. I think there is the potential of something really special for Lindsay and me down the road. If I am wrong, I will deal with it on my own terms. I have been hurt before." "You have never been crushed before," I sighed. "There is a difference. You said it yourself. Your feelings for Lindsay are out of control. You are not just going to get hurt, Trish. You're going to get crushed if she does not choose to be with you in the end. I don't want that." "Lindsay is a smart girl," Trish countered. "Once she realizes that no one would ever love her more than me, or treat her any better than I would, she will come around. Lindsay will belong to me, and I will belong to her." I shook my head at her. "What happens if you're wrong? What happens if Lindsay tells you _no_?" "She won't," Trish said, defiantly. "She won't..." * * * "I think I am going to officially re-name this spot, from now on, Devon Falls," were my words, as Devon and I gazed at a spectacular waterfall that tumbled 150 feet down a near vertical cliff into a turquoise-colored pool in front of us. This was the island at its most picturesque, with tropical flowers, mangoes, ginger and tall, majestic trees surrounding us. A good portion of the cascading water had been turned into a thick mist courtesy of some strong trade winds, which ultimately resulted in a very bright, colorful rainbow. "Devon Falls?" the young woman asked me, smiling. "Yes, Devon Falls," I confirmed. "This waterfall here is beautiful, so it should be named after someone beautiful." Devon grinned and sighed in response as I added, "I cannot think of a better choice for its name than yours, princess." "You're too much, Jeremy," Devon giggled, offering me a playful shove on the shoulder. The two of us were standing upon a grassy ledge next to the breathtaking falls on this warm, breezy day. Although neither of us were in direct line with the oncoming water, we were soaked anyway - thanks to the constant mist. Devon and I were not complaining about it, though. After a long and strenuous hike to get here, the mist felt wonderful. Of course, one thing which looked wonderful - aside from the scenic location - was Devon herself. The blonde and voluptuous siren was dressed in a yellow bikini top and a pair of tight, hip-hugging shorts, with hiking boots and white socks adorning her feet. Her face, as always, looked pristine and immaculate. This woman was flawless. I smiled at Devon and motioned toward the gold necklace that she wore. "Is there any significance in that for you, sweetheart?" I asked, pointing at the dragon pendant which was part of it. "You never take this necklace off." Devon grinned and held the pendant between her thumb and forefinger, then looked squarely at me. "Oh... this. Well, you know that when you are a kid, you have dreams about scary monsters? My aunt bought this necklace for me when I was nine or ten, because I was having a bad string of terrible nightmares." Devon glanced at the pendant and mused, "This dragon, my aunt said, was my guardian in those dreams." "Did it work?" "Yes, it did. The nightmares pretty much stopped after that. I never take this necklace off, though. Nowadays, I look at it as a good-luck charm." "Can I be honest and straightforward with you?" "Of course," Devon answered. "That is one thing that I really like about being with you, Jeremy. You and I are so open and honest with each other. You can tell me anything. I feel as if I can tell you anything, too." I smiled at her again. "I am not proposing or asking for any sort of commitment yet, but I was wondering if you are really serious about pursuing a relationship with me. What I mean by that is a relationship with the possibility of a long-term and never-ending commitment." "Marriage?" I nodded my head. "I want to have a relationship where, if we really like each other and everything else falls into place, marriage would be a strong possibility down the road. That is what I want out of life, Devon. I want to get married and start a family. I know that you want the same, but I just want you to clarify things so I can be certain. I do not want to be in a relationship where there is little or no chance of a long-term commitment down the road." "I'm not going to jump into anything," Devon said. "But, I am looking to settle down and start a family of my own. What have I been saying to you in recent days, Jeremy? I want to get married more than anything. I wanted to get married when I was still in high school. I would very much like to explore that possibility with you. Again, I am not the type to jump into anything. But I would like to get to know you more, Jeremy, and see if it leads to something..." I smiled at her. "I would like that very much." I felt like asking Devon how her affection for Kristanna compared to how she felt about me, but decided to hold off for now. I got the answer that I wanted from her. She was interested in exploring the possibility of a true, long-term commitment with me. At this early stage of our relationship, there was really nothing more that I could ask for. "You're so precious," I whispered, pecking her lips with a gentle kiss. Standing in a beam of sunlight which had snuck its way between the trees, Devon's pale-blonde hair and tanned skin were glowing with an exotic healthiness. I brought my hand to the side of her head and ran it through her soaked hair, then gave her a smile. "So beautiful..." "Thank you," she smiled in a gracious manner, leaning up and kissing my cheek. "You're too good to me." I reached forward and cupped the dragon pendant of her gold necklace in the palm of my free hand. I hesitated for a brief moment, then murmured, "I want to be your protector from now on, Devon." I closed my hand around the pendant and promised her, "No one will ever hurt you again. Not as long as you are in my life, at least." "I want to be your protector, too," she swooned, her blue eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and devotion. "I care about you, Jeremy, more than you'll ever possibly know. I have never met a man like you... EVER." With those words, I smiled and stepped forward, and pulled Devon into my arms. As I pressed my lips to hers for a soft, exploratory kiss, Devon turned me around so that my back was facing the pool of water. I cupped and squeezed her taut, perfect ass with my right hand, while my left massaged one of her breasts through the bikini top that she wore. All seemed well between us when I slipped her the tongue. But as I soon found out, Devon was in a far more playful mood. I was disoriented for an instant when, without warning, Devon broke free from my embrace. Our kiss also over, she placed both hands onto my chest and offered me a healthy shove - forcing me to topple over the small, grassy ledge, and come splashing down back-first into the cold water below. Once resurfacing, I thrashed about in the natural basin and glared up at Devon, who was giggling and chortling away. I had only fallen about eight to ten feet, so in no way was I hurt, but the idea of her pushing me into the water during a romantic kiss seemed out of place. I was very surprised. So much so, in fact, that I was temporarily speechless. Devon laughed at me. "It seemed like you could use a good dip in the water! So I helped you out a little bit!" "NO!" Devon then screamed, as I flung both arms in a wild manner, splashing her with excess water in the process. She turned and ran for cover behind a tree, though I did not understand why. Both of us were thoroughly soaked already. "Oh, come on!" I called out with a smile, taunting her. "Both of us are drenched from the mist anyway. Come back here. You won't get anymore wet than you already are." Devon stuck her head out from behind the humongous tree and peered at me. "You do have a point there." Next, she stepped back into the clearing and smiled down at me. "You look sort of lonely, Jeremy. Could you use some company?" "I could always use some company if you are the one who is offering it," were my words. "Come on, princess." "Uhhhhh!" Devon groaned, grinning at me once again. She knelt downward and began to unlace her hiking boots. "Of all the many things that anyone could have ever called me, _princess_ would have been at the bottom of the list." "Why is that?" I asked, as Devon removed her hiking boots and then her socks. "You're a princess through and through." "I don't feel like a princess," she frowned, now standing up. "I have all those problems with my parents. I've had them since I was a teen-ager. The last real relationship I was in - with Barrett - it ended horribly. He sure never treated me like a princess. He was the opposite of you. Until two weeks ago, everything that I have ever wanted or tried in life has simply led to a dead-end." "Maybe that is your problem," I shrugged. "You have not been around the right type of people up to this point in your life. If you want to feel as if you are being treated the way that you deserve to be treated, Devon, you have to surround yourself with the right type of people." The 27-year-old smiled at me as I continued, "I think that you are an incredible woman. You are very beautiful, which is the most obvious. But you are also incredibly nice and friendly, good-natured. You're a total sweetheart. Seems to me that you would have a lot to offer the right person. Kristanna feels the same way about you. She thinks the absolute world of you. She really does." "I think the world of Krissy, too," Devon murmured. "I have never been more attracted to another woman than her. I... Krissy... Krissy is an AWESOME person." Now rid of her hiking boots and socks, Devon maneuvered her way down the little hillside and then hopped into the water with me. "Oooooh... it feels so cold!" she shrieked, her luscious body trembling momentarily. "You'll get used to it," I grinned, bringing her into my arms and offering her a warm and caring embrace. "Hey, it was cold for me when you pushed me into here too, Devon." "I now realize that I shouldn't have did that!" I laughed at her. "We always realize things like that after the fact. It always turns out that way." Still trembling as the brunt of the tumbling waterfall smashed down just some 20 feet from where we were, Devon embraced me as well. "You know... I've said it before and I'll certainly say it again. But you and Krissy have been nicer and more receptive toward me than anyone that I have ever known before. You two have been so good to me. I am so happy that I came to your island, Jeremy. So happy." Devon pulled back and ended our embrace, then gazed into my eyes and smiled. "You know, Jeremy, I almost didn't mail in the initial application for this place. I thought about it and thought about it and thought about it. Two weeks in, though, I know that I made the right decision." "Were you skeptical at first?" "About sending the first application? Yes. I did not know what to expect if it was to be accepted. But in the end, I decided to take a chance. That is why I mailed it. I figured that if I did not like the sound of this place as I learned more about it in the future, I could always just sit tight and stay home in Pennsylvania. The information that I read said there was no obligation. I was pretty convinced, though, the first time that you called and spoke to me over the telephone, Jeremy. You sounded so incredibly nice and friendly, so respectful and caring. It seemed like you were someone that I just HAD to meet." "I had the same thoughts about you, Devon, during our very first telephone discussion a few months ago," I offered. "I think that we are meant to be together!" "Are you still cold?" "No," Devon said. She no longer appeared to be shivering here in the basin. "You were right. I got used to it fast." I chuckled at her. "At least you got to take your boots and socks off. I still have mine on." Devon giggled and wrapped both arms around me. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jeremy. I shouldn't have pushed you in like that. I just thought it would be funny." "I'm not complaining," I told her. "Don't worry, I am perfectly fine. But I will get you back." Devon pulled away and looked at me. "What?" "You heard me," I grinned. "I'll get you back for what you did to me. Bank on that. I promise you." She tilted her head at me and laughed. "I'm not so sure that I like the sound of that." "Can I ask you a question, Devon?" "Sure." "It's about Camille... since she is your room-mate," I began. "You probably know her better than anyone else on the island thus far. Whatever you say to me, I promise to keep to myself. But does Camille have a problem with me?" Devon looked at me strangely. "Not that I am aware of. Why? Why would you ask such a question?" I shrugged my shoulders. "It just seems that I have had time alone with all of the girls here except Camille. I have spent most of my time with you, Pamela and Lindsay. But I have also had time with Kristanna and Amy. I have even had some private time with Trish, though she is so focused upon Lindsay. Camille, though... she and I have yet to do a single thing together in a one-on-one setting. Activities, talk, just... whatever. I am just wondering if Camille has any sort of a problem with me. She has been here two whole weeks - just like you and the others - and even though I see her everyday, I know nothing about her." "I don't know what to tell you, Jeremy," Devon countered. "I went cliff-diving with her and Krissy the other day, and Camille was talking about some time alone with you. Seems she would have approached you about that by now, though." Devon shrugged her shoulders as well. "I don't know." "Kristanna says that Camille is more into other women than she is men," I commented. "What do you think?" "Perhaps," Devon responded. "I know that she was really aggressive with me during our first night on the island. I had never been with another woman before, but Camille tried seducing me. I held off, but wound up having sex with her a day or two later anyway. I also know that Camille has tried to be really aggressive with Lindsay. I guess before Lindsay lost her virginity to you and Trish, Jeremy, Camille tried coming onto her. Trish was with them at the time, too. Amy was there too, if I am not mistaken. But, Lindsay was not ready to have sex yet, and it made Camille mad when Trish told her to back off. Camille told me all about later that evening. Camille wanted to be the one who took Lindsay's virginity. She wanted it badly." "Really?" So did Amy. Devon nodded her head. "I think Camille wanted to take Lindsay's virginity for all the wrong reasons, though. She wanted to take it so it would be a trophy on her mantle. You and Trish, though - from what I hear, at least - wound up treating Lindsay like a queen. Everything the two of you did with her was right. You put Lindsay's pleasure way ahead of your own." Devon hesitated for a moment, then pouted. "I guess maybe you could say that I am a trophy on Camille's mantle, too. She was the first woman that I ever had sex with. She was aggressive and seduced me big-time. I do not believe that Camille sees that time we had as special at all. As things turned out, neither do I." "You wish that Kristanna was your first girl, right?" "Oh yes," Devon answered. "I know that Krissy cares about me. Everything with Krissy would have been totally pure and wholesome. It would have been right... awesome. I know that Krissy would never once think of me as a trophy." "Camille looks at you as a trophy?" "Maybe," Devon shrugged. "I don't know. I just wish that it was with Krissy. Not only does she care about me, but I care about her, too. That is the most important thing. Let me just say that it would have been the ideal scenario." I smiled. "You love Kristanna. And she loves you." Devon pecked the side of my face with a kiss. "I love you too, Jeremy. I love you even more each and every single day. In fact, I love you more than anyone I've ever loved before!" I placed my hands on either of her shoulders and smiled. "I love you too, princess. What am I going to do with you?" Devon blushed momentarily. "Kiss me?" She pointed toward her mouth and requested, "Kiss me here..." "With pleasure." After bringing Devon into my arms once again, I sought and then found her mouth with my very own for a tender, heartfelt kiss. Our tongues got into the action as well, slipping and sliding together between our pressed lips. When Devon hooked a single leg around my waist within the water, my right hand slid southward and massaged that lush, sweet ass of hers. "Are you going to want to spend the night with me again?" I asked once our lips finally parted ways. "I'd love to, but I already have other plans," Devon said. "Krissy and I are going to have a slumber party with Pamela and Amy in their room. I think Camille will be there, too. Actually, it's been planned for awhile. The five of us had a slumber party last week - on Monday night - too. I think the idea is for us to have them one night a week from now on." "You girls had a slumber party last Monday?" I inquired, somewhat surprised. "I did not know that." "It was a lot of fun," Devon nodded. "Krissy was quite the comedian. She had everyone in stitches. But the main topic of the evening was ghost stories. We shared a lot of ghost stories. We made all of them up, but it was real fun anyway. Gosh... we must not have went to sleep until three." "Three o'clock in the morning?" "Yep." "What about Trish and Lindsay? You mentioned everyone but them. They are not going to the slumber party?" "I do not know if they are going tonight or not," Devon answered. "Last week, Trish decorated her suite with a bunch of burning candles and a ton of flowers, and made love to Lindsay all night long. We wanted them to come, but Trish said she had it all planned. So there was no way." I frowned. "Trish has a lot of things planned for her and Lindsay. I wonder if Lindsay has the same plans?" "What do you mean?" I shook my head. "Nothing. Forget it. So... I suppose that this slumber party is a girls-only thing?" "I am sure that the others would not mind if you wanted to come to the party, Jeremy. I know they wouldn't." "No... that's okay," I relented. "I like the idea of all of you, or at least most of you, spending a lot of time with each other in the same place like that. Though I would like to, I don't need to intrude. You girls need your time alone and away from me. I am perfectly fine with that." Besides, I had the voyeur room. I could very easily sit back and eavesdrop on their slumber party. Thus, I already knew how _I_ was going to spend my evening... Devon giggled. "Maybe a big orgy will break out tonight!" I laughed as well. "I suppose you would like that?" "You know I would," she grinned, licking her lips for emphasis. "That is another attraction of this island for me. I can let all of my inhibitions go and, for once in my life, be wild and carefree. I am having such a blast. This is like my ultimate fantasy come to reality. Not only is there you, Jeremy, but all of the other girls are BEAUTIFUL! This is like a centerfold convention, or something, but with a very exotic and kinky twist. I love it here!" "But all of the centerfolds are bi-sexual," I smirked. "And they are all hot for your body." "Yours too!" Devon chirped. * * * After taking a very long and relaxing shower later that evening, I was just about to venture into the nearby voyeur room to eavesdrop on the aforementioned slumber party when there were a series of gentle knocks on the main entrance of my personal suite. Naturally, I wondered who was at the door. At the dinner table hours ago, Trish claimed that, unlike last week, she and Lindsay were going to attend the slumber party with all of the other ladies. Since it was 9:30pm and the festivities were originally slated to begin a half-hour ago, I wondered to myself which of the ladies had strayed from the others and made her way to my door. "Devon," I speculated out loud, nodding my head. After all, Devon was the most likely candidate. Or were _ALL_ of the ladies waiting for me outside of my personal suite right now? Did all of them want to gang-bang me? _Again_? Soon, the proverbial million dollar question was finally answered. "Lindsay?" Upon walking over to the door and then opening it, I was overcome with an equal feeling of curious surprise and mad lust. Lindsay, the humble and innocent 18-year-old from the great state of Ohio, was standing before me right now dressed in a pajama outfit which had a definite tropical flavor. The design of Lindsay's pajama suit had a bold burst of Hawaiian-style flora in lush reds, greens and oranges on a rich mango background. The deep V-neckline of her top was trimmed with a flora embroidered band, which added quite a festive touch to the outfit. Lindsay's long pajama pants matched up perfectly with her thin satin top. It should be noted, however, that the young lady was not wearing any shoes or socks. Thus, her little, bare feet were on display. Much like the rest of her body, those toes with the pink polished nails looked good enough to kiss. "Hi Jeremy," Lindsay greeted me in a shy, tentative voice, glancing back over her shoulder as if she was concerned that someone was following her. "Can I come into your room?" "Sure," I responded, stepping aside and motioning for her to step in. Confused, I glanced down the hallway as well, but did not see a soul in sight. Lindsay quickly slipped past me and closed the door behind her on her own. She then took a deep breath and let out a definite sigh of relief. There was something wrong with her. Both curious and concerned because of her uncharacteristic demeanor, I tilted my head my head and looked at Lindsay with an inquisitive expression. "Honey? What's wrong?" Lindsay gulped her throat and looked at me with strange eyes. "I need a really big favor! Can I stay with you here in your suite tonight, Jeremy? PLEASE?" Obviously, Lindsay was not in an erotic or sexual mood at all - which was the usual case when one of my lovely guests requested to spend the evening with me. Instead, I got the sense that Lindsay was running from something. Was she frightened? Did Lindsay get into an argument with one of the other ladies? Did Amy push her too far in a bondage session? I really had no idea what her problem was. "Why do you want to stay with me in my room?" I asked. I placed both hands atop her shoulders and demanded, "What's wrong, baby? Is everything okay? Why... why aren't you at the slumber party with the others? You have a fight?" Lindsay shook her head and fretted, "I just want to be away from Trish for the night!" "Trish? WHAT?" Now, I was flabbergasted. "Lindsay... what happened? Did Trish do something bad to you?" The little minx went over to my bed and sat down upon its edge, then used both hands to conceal her face from me. She vehemently shook her head and whined, "I like Trish, Jeremy! I really do!" Lindsay removed her hands from her eyes and looked directly at me. "She has been so nice, so good, to me. I... I love having sex with her. B-But..." Lindsay shook her head again. "But I cannot STAND IT when Trish starts talking about all that mushy stuff with me!" "Mushy?" "You know!" Lindsay sniveled. "Mushy! Like when Trish starts telling me how much she loves me! How much I mean to her! For the past couple of days, ALL I HAVE HEARD from her is how much she loves me... how much she wants to spend the rest of her life with me!" Now, Lindsay appeared as if she was about to cry. "Jeremy, I only met Trish two weeks ago! Not only that, but I'm also 18! _18_! I am not looking to settle down with ANYONE yet! Not for a few years, at least." "Did you tell her that?" "It doesn't do any good!" Lindsay pined. "Trish will not listen to me! I mean, I like her and all. I really do! She is the nicest woman that I have ever known in my whole life. Trish has been so good to me! But I... I... cannot stand it when she starts talking to me that way." Lindsay reached out and grasped my right wrist with both of her hands. "Please, Jeremy! If just for one night... let me stay with you. It would be such a relief just to be away from Trish." "Have you SPECIFICALLY told Trish that you do not want her to speak to you in this manner?" "No..." Lindsay sniffed. "I... I just tell her that I'm young. I just lost my virginity. I... I want to explore. Trish will not listen! She just says that four weeks from now, when we all go home, I will feel the same way about her that she does about me. Trish even says that she is leaving her family behind to come and live with me in Ohio! Jeremy, Trish has spent her whole life in Toronto! How can Trish be willing to sacrifice all of her friends and family in Canada for someone that she has known for just two weeks?" I sat down next to Lindsay upon the bed and put my arm around her shoulder. "You need to tell her, sweetheart. TELL Trish that you do not want her to say these things to you. Tell her specifically, and be FIRM about it. And if she still persists, tell her that you have no other choice than to come to me about it. One way or another, I would make certain that Trish would not say those things again. YOU have to make the first move, though." "I don't want her to get into any trouble at all with you," Lindsay screeched, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "I mean... a lot of this is probably my own fault. I guess that Trish has been saying these things to me for the better part of a week, really, instead of a few days. I... I... I should have told her that I was not interested the first day that she started talking about love and... com-commitment. I think... I think maybe... maybe... I led her... on." "How did you lead her on?" "By not being up-front and truthful with Trish at the very beginning," Lindsay answered. "I mean... she says all these things to me. I should have flat-out told her _NO_ from the very get-go. Instead, I... I just sit there and listen to her. Then... then I'm having sex with her. I have had sex with Trish every single day since I lost my v-virginity. I have led... led her on." "You have to tell Trish SPECIFICALLY that you do not want to have any sort of a relationship or commitment with her beyond the boundaries of this island," I instructed Lindsay. "You have to tell Trish that when you go home in four weeks, the two of you will go your separate ways." Her head lowered, Lindsay was sobbing ever-so-gently. I reached out and touched her chin, then brought her eyes in line with mine. They were saturated with unfortunate tears. "What's wrong, honey? Is there something else?" "I don't want to hurt Trish!" Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "And I'm... I'm afraid..." "Afraid of what?" "That if I tell Trish I don't want a relationship with her beyond the island, she will... won't want anything to do with me from now on. I... I don't want that." I shook my head at her. "I'm lost, sweetheart..." "THE SEX!" Lindsay exclaimed, again shaking her head. "I am getting to the point where I cannot control myself, or my urges! If I tell Trish to back away from me, she... she may not want to have sex with me anymore!" Lindsay began to lose control of her emotions as she shrieked, "I don't want Trish to be in l-love with me. I just want to have sex with her!" I brought Lindsay into my arms and she proceeded to cry on my shoulder. This was quite the conversation that we were having here. "Trish has to know that you feel this way, sweetheart," was my advice. "You say that you don't want to hurt her. The longer you wait until you tell her how you feel, the more hurt and pain she will have as a result." "I n-never thought I would b-be this way," Lindsay said. "The sex... the lust... it is consuming me! Since I lost my virginity, sex is all I think about! And Trish... oh dear Lord, she is so hot, so beautiful. Trish reminds me of the fitness model from the magazine that I told you about last week. Do you remember, Jeremy? She... she also reminds me of those women in the dirty magazines that my father u-used to get when he was st-still alive..." "You read magazines like that?" Lindsay pulled away from me and nodded her head, but not before sniffing her nose. "Uh huh. My dad used to get them. He had a secret stash of them, but I knew where they were. I would sneak peeks at them whenever I could." "Didn't you say your father was a minister?" Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "Ministers have desires too, you know. Though, I'm certain that mom never knew that he had those magazines. When my dad died, I gathered up all of his magazines and threw most of them into the garbage. I did not want his memory to be tarnished if mom or one of my sisters were to stumble upon the magazines one day." "Did you keep any for yourself?" "I think I kept three," Lindsay confided. "They are in the trunk of my car. Those three were my favorites. One of the models... Trish reminds me of her a lot, too. There were certain times when I would stare at pictures of that girl and I would... f-finger myself. I was... I-I was obsessed... with her for the longest time. Her body, her look. I think... I think I still am. I know I am! When I am having sex with Trish, I think about the model sometimes... Torrie." "The model's name was Torrie? A centerfold?" Lindsay nodded her head. "Uh huh. Trish reminds me so much of her that it isn't funny. They are both blonde with mega-loaded bodies and curves. I would... I would finger myself to sleep a lot of nights, fantasizing about Torrie..." "Honey, you need to cut Trish off at the pass before she falls any deeper in love with you," I implored, returning to our original topic. "Let me tell you - that woman is so much in love with you. She is head-over-her-heels in love with you. You need to come clean and tell Trish that, for all intents and purposes, all you want from her is a sex-only relationship. If Trish does not like that, or it hurts her, she will simply have to deal with it. But if you continue to have sex with Trish and not tell her your true feelings - in essence, leading her on as you say - you will only hurt her more in the end. That is what you told me, honey - you do not want to hurt Trish. But you have no other choice. Either hurt Trish right now, or completely devastate her in two, three, four weeks." I shrugged my shoulders and ended, "Whatever way you decide to do it, it is up to you." Lindsay squinted her eyes and literally begged me, "Could you talk to Trish for me, Jeremy? _PLEEEEEASE_?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but it's best that you tell Trish this yourself, Lindsay." "But I don't want to hurt her!" I shrugged my shoulders once again. "You can either hurt her now or devastate her later. It's up to you." Lindsay made two fists and flailed them about in a fit of anger. "BUT JEREMY!" "You need to tell her yourself," I reiterated. "WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME?" she exclaimed, upset. Stunned that Lindsay had screamed at me - as well as the fact that this little flower was even capable of raising her voice in such a manner - I stood up from the bed and glared at her. "You need to settle down, Lindsay." I shook my head and warned her, "Don't come into my room and scream at me. Don't you ever do that again without proper justification." I could not believe it, but Lindsay had made _me_ angry! She took a deep, ragged breath and sighed in response. "I am so sorry, Jeremy," Lindsay offered, her voice hushed. "I have no right to speak to you that way. If I think about it, you have been even nicer to me than Trish has. Look at what you did for my family with the money you sent them. I have no right. I am so sorry." Lindsay hung her head low and sulked, "Maybe it's best that I get going now." "I thought you wanted to hide from Trish," I said, as the 18-year-old rose to her feet and looked over at me. "I do," she frowned. "But I disrespected you. For that, I am sorry. If there is one thing that I have learned from my dealings with the Lord, it is that you do not disrespect or disgrace the people placed above you. Authority figures, I mean. You are the authority figure of this island, Jeremy. You own it. You are the boss. I disrespected you." Lindsay shook her head and pined, "Can you ever forgive me?" "Of course I can. And, I do." I sat down upon the bed. "Thank you," Lindsay nodded. "I'll be going now. I don't want to take up any more of your time." "Hey," I insisted, "you're not taking up any of my time. If you want to stay, you are more than welcome to. And I do not like you thinking of me as an authority figure, because I'm not. I am simply the host here. That is all." Lindsay still appeared crestfallen. "I am going to do what I should have done in the first place. Instead of asking you or someone else on the island to talk to Trish for me, I am going to pray and ask God for the strength to do it myself. I made this mess by not being up-front with her at the beginning. Now, it's time for me to clean it up. I really don't want to hurt Trish at all. But you are right, Jeremy, because it seems that I have no other choice. Maybe I should think about ending whatever association that Trish and I have with each other... the s-sex included." I motioned for Lindsay to come back to the bed and take a seat beside me. "I don't want you to leave, sweetheart. I could use the company tonight. All of the other girls, I guess, are at Pamela and Amy's slumber party." I nodded my head at her. "I would appreciate it if you stayed." Lindsay frowned, but took a deep breath and seemed to accept my invitation. Apparently, she still felt guilty about raising her voice at me. I attempted to quell her worries by extending my arm and gently pulling her to me until she was seated next to me upon the bed once again. "There... that's much better," I smiled, planting a little kiss on the side of her head for emphasis. There was that trademark blush from Lindsay again. It never failed to drive me crazy! "Thank you, Jeremy, for being so nice. Not just to me, but toward the others too." "Obviously, you don't have a whole lot of experience when it comes to dealing with people and relationships," I mused. "It is unfortunate, but getting hurt and hurting others... sometimes it is a way of life. We all go through that at one time or another, honey. You have to get used to it. There will come a time when someone in the future will hurt you as well. It's a part of life." "I dumped my only serious boyfriend, Eddie, back home in Ohio," Lindsay said. "But it was more out of anger than anything else. I never felt guilty about it because one day, he demanded that I have sex with him, or our relationship was over. I was not ready to have sex yet. I told him bye-bye." "You have told me about Eddie before," I nodded. "It's just that I really like Trish," Lindsay sulked. "She is so nice. She has been so good to me. I just don't like her the same way that she likes me, though. Trish is a great person and all, you know, but all I really want is to have sex with her." Lindsay smiled and added, "That, and video games. I love playing video games with Trish. I wish my sister, Alison, was into playing video games like Trish is." "I understand what you are saying, dear. You like Trish and do not want to hurt her, but have no other choice. As I said, you can hurt her now or totally devastate her later. As time passes, she will fall deeper and deeper in love with you. The more in love Trish is, the more hurt she will have when you tell her how you feel. It's best to do it now." Lindsay sulked, but nodded her head. "I know. The next time that I see her, at least. Maybe tomorrow morning." "Can I ask you aomething?" I looked deep into those blue eyes and stressed, "I want you to be honest with me." "You can ask me whatever, Jeremy." It was time for me to follow through on the promise that I made to Pamela during our voyage home from Peru the other night. "What's this with you and Amy lately? Word has spread rapidly. You and her have been doing some... pretty outlandish things together, to say the least. How did all of this start? What's causing it? What's the deal?" "I don't know," Lindsay murmured. "What do you mean, you don't know?" "I don't know." I took a deep breath and offered her a disapproving glare. "I'm going to ask you something, Lindsay, and I want you to be 100 percent honest with me." She nodded her head as I stressed, "I'm serious. 100 percent honest. Can you do that for me? Can you give me a 100 percent honest answer?" Suddenly nervous, she nodded again. "Yes, I can." "Has Amy hurt you?" I looked deep into her eyes, trying to gauge a reaction. "Has she done anything to you that you regret, or were not in favor of? Did she force you, or poke and prod you, to get you to try the things you've been doing lately with her? Be honest. This is for your own good." Lindsay hesitated for a moment. It was a long pause; much too long for my patience level right now. Was she afraid? Scared? Ashamed? Embarrassed? Finally, her words came out, "Everything we have done has been 100 percent consensual." I chuckled gently. "How did this come about? How can you lose your virginity one week, then derive pleasure from Amy tying you up and torturing you the next? It should have took you years to get from point A to point B... not a week." "Amy is not torturing me," Lindsay sniped. "She is inflicting pain upon you, then." "There is a difference, Jeremy." The young woman gulped her throat two times in a row. "When Amy placed me into bondage for the first time the other night, I NEVER had such an adrenaline rush." Lindsay shook her head and pressed onward, "My hands and legs were bound to the bed. I could not move. Then Amy blindfolded me. I... I had no control. I was powerless to stop her as she whipped me with a strap. The pain... it went through me like a knife. Coupled with the helplessness, I... it..." Lindsay hid her face in shame momentarily. "Amy used her... tongue... on me. She used her tongue... to lick... to lick... to lick my ass. It... was so nasty. I... had no control. No control whatsoever. I was powerless to stop her. And it was exhilerating." "You enjoyed Amy whipping you with that strap?" "God, yes!" she sighed. "I'd never been more turned on!" Wow. My eyes wide in response, I simply stared at Lindsay for several seconds. I was not expecting such an answer from her. One thing was for certain, however. I believed her. Lindsay had definitely given me an honest answer. Just then, someone knocked on the door of my bedroom. "Jeremy?" came a somewhat distressed voice from the other side of the door. "Jeremy, are you in there? It's Trish." I looked at Lindsay, who frowned and nodded her head at me. "Yes, I'm here," I called out. "Is Lindsay with you?" Trish asked me through the closed door. "Have you seen her at all? I'm worried about her. I cannot find her anywhere. She is not at the slumber party. I cannot find her anywhere in the mansion and, because it is dark outside, I am worried about her. Kristanna told me to come here because you may know where she is." "Trish really cares about you," I told Lindsay in a quiet, hushed tone. "You want me to let her know that you're here?" Lindsay nodded her head and then proclaimed in a loud tone of voice, "I'm in here, Trish. I'm with Jeremy. Hold on a second." Lindsay stood up from the bed and strolled over to the door, then opened it. "Hi Trish." "Hi sweetie!" Trish stepped forward and offered Lindsay a relieved hug. She then placed both hands atop the little teen-ager's shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. "I was so worried about you! I thought that you and I decided that we would go to the party with the other girls tonight." Trish glanced past Lindsay's shoulder and acknowledged my presence with a nod of the head. At least she realized that I was here, I told myself inwardly. Soon enough, though, Trish's attention was focused back on Lindsay. "Were you and Jeremy busy doing something together?..." The young blonde looked back at me for just an instant, then reached out and grasped Trish's left hand with her right. "We need to go someplace and talk in private." "Oh?" Trish countered, obviously curious. "Yes, we do," Lindsay confirmed. "I need to talk to you about something in private. Because it is private, I do not want any of the others to be around to hear it." Trish looked worried. "Is everything okay?" "We need to talk," Lindsay insisted, taking Trish by the hand and guiding her out of my private suite. Before closing the door, however, Lindsay smiled and waved her free hand at me. It seemed to be her way of telling me _thank you_ for the little discussion that we just had. "You're welcome," I gently said, after the door had shut. * * * "I am SO SORRY, Lindsay!" Trish exclaimed moments later, as I flipped on the audio switch here in the voyeur room for the recreation room. With the surveillance camera picking up their every move and displaying them on the big monitor in front of me, I had the best seat in the house. Obviously, Lindsay was about to shatter Trish's kind, loving heart. "I never meant to hurt or upset you with what I said about your friendship with Amy," Trish continued, trying to stress her point. "Really, I should not have said anything at all. You are right, Lindsay. You can be friends with whomever you want. You can even... have sex... with whomever you want." Trish did not sound all too sincere with that prior comment. What was this about Amy, though? Did Trish tell Lindsay the same thing that she had earlier confided in me? That Amy was a bad influence on Lindsay? Obviously, Trish did not approve of their newfound friendship at all. "I came to the island this summer to kick back, relax and have fun," Lindsay said in response. "Jeremy has created a wonderful atmosphere for all of us. Jeremy and Kristanna, I guess. I did not come here to fall in love." "I did not come to the island to fall in love, either!" Trish fretted. "But unfortunately, I did..." Lindsay shook her head in a negative manner. "Trish, I think you are a really nice girl and all, but there are so many differences between us. We're like night and day." "How so?" Lindsay held both hands out. "First off, there is the age thing. You're 12 years older than me." "So?" Trish countered. "Big deal. I've heard of men in their 60's and 70's marrying women who are only 21. It may seem like a big difference to you because you are so young, Lindsay, but it's really not. 12 years is nothing. I am 30 and you are 18." Trish was silent for a short while, thinking things over. "There IS a difference, I guess, but I certainly do not think it is a glaring difference. I am still young enough to be able to relate to you." "You live in Toronto and I live in Cincinnati." Trish shrugged her shoulders and mused, "I could move to Cincinnati." Lindsay shook her head once again as Trish added, "I would move there in a heartbeat if I thought you wanted me to, honey. I really would." "And leave all of your family in Canada behind?" "Some things are more important than family," Trish said. "At least it's that way to me." "My family is the most important thing in the world to me," Lindsay remarked. "Especially after my father died last year. My mom and my three sisters - Gina, Jennifer and Alison. I did not know just how important all of them were to me until my father passed away last November. Without their love and support, I would be totally lost." "I love my family very, very much," Trish told her. "I don't want you to get me wrong there. I also love living in Canada. Aside from a weekend trip to Niagara Falls when I was 11 or 12, I never even left Canada until coming to this island. I'm a Canuck through and through, trust me. But I would move away and relocate for the right person, Lindsay. I would leave my family behind for true love. For you..." "How do you know that I am that proverbial right person for you, though?" Lindsay wondered. "I could be mistaken, but I think we've been here for 16 days. You and I have known each other for 16 days, Trish. That's all." "Jeremy has known Pamela and Devon for that same amount of time," Trish reminded. "He loves both of them very much, I think. You can tell by how he acts around them." "Pamela and Devon are each the _flavor of the day_ for Jeremy right now," Lindsay said, which caused my eyes to narrow in an even mixture of surprise and anger. I could not believe that Lindsay was capable of such a hateful, snide remark about me. "It could be Amy tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe Jeremy will set his sights on Camille next. Maybe even Kristanna. I know that she really likes him." "You are definitely not the _flavor of the day_ for me, Lindsay," Trish stressed to her. "I'm not here to propose anything to you, or ask for a commitment. I... I just want us to be friends again - like we were before. I don't ever want you to feel the need to HIDE from me. As I said, I am so sorry for making you upset with what I said about your friendship with Amy. It was out of line for me to say that." "You just want to be friends?" "For now, yes," Trish nodded. "It may progress and move toward something more, or it may not." Lindsay appeared agitated. "I am not looking for any type of commitment, Trish. I'm really not." "Then we can be friends," Trish conceded. "I'd rather be friends with you than nothing at all." "How can we be friends when I know that you have these feelings about me?" Lindsay inquired. I figured that she got the same impression from Trish's last statement that I did. In no way did Trish want to be _just friends_ with her. Lindsay may be young, but she was smart and intuitive. "I'm only 18, remember. I lost my virginity 12 days ago. I want to go out and explore the world a little before even thinking of entering into a commitment with anyone." "I'm not asking you for a commitment of any type," Trish responded. "All I want is to be friends right now." Lindsay took a few seconds to contemplate things, but eventually shook her head and remained steadfast. "I am sorry, Trish. But I think it's best that we go our separate ways. I... I just don't like you as much as you like me. I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have. I... it is over between us, Trish. It is over." Before Trish was given the opportunity to say anything in rebuttal, Lindsay turned and exited the recreation room in a hurry. She ran down the hallway crying, both hands covering her face... Stunned and perhaps finally realizing that she did not have a future with Lindsay, Trish simply stood there with an empty, emotionless expression for several seconds. Then, as I looked on from the voyeur room with a heavy heart, a single tear emanated from Trish's right eye and streaked down her face. An instant later, the dam burst. I felt a tidal wave of sorrow and sympathy for Trish as a thick sheet of tears literally flowed right down her otherwise lovely face. I am one of millions and millions of people in this crazy world of ours who has been shot down and/or rejected by the person whom they loved more than anyone else, so I certainly understood what Trish was going through right now. 20 years after my ex-fiancee left me standing at the altar for - of all things - another woman, I _STILL_ have trouble coming to grips with what Victoria did to me. Even before Victoria, there was a girl in high school that I had a major crush on. Her name was April. When I was a teen-ager living in New Jersey, April was the love of my life. But no matter what I tried, I could never get April to go out with me. We were friends, but through three years of trying, I was never able to get April to look at me as anything but a friend. In fact, I would most likely still be in love with April today - a good 21 years after last seeing her - had I never moved away from New Jersey. So, I certainly had a lot of personal experience with what was happening to Trish right now. She was totally in love with Lindsay, and wanted to be with her. I wish that things could be different between them, but it appeared as if that would never be the case. It was really unfortunate because I thought Trish would give Lindsay an excellent life. If I could, I would have stepped into the surveillance monitor directly in front of me here within the voyeur room, magically teleporting myself to Trish's location, so I could give her a reassuring, sympathetic hug. She was in serious need of one right now. Trish had crumpled down to the floor of the recreation room and was crying as if her very reason for living had been brutally stripped away from her. Then, I suddenly realized, perhaps it had... * * * "Hey... what's wrong?" No more than five minutes after I left the voyeur room and ventured off to the recreation room here in the mansion, my words had caused Trish, who was still hunched upon the carpet, to look up at me through her tear-stained eyes. She was still sobbing, but not quite as badly as before. "What are you... what are you doing here?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "I came down here to play pinball." I tilted my head at her. "You know that I don't like to see any of you girls cry. What's up?" Obviously, I had to play _dumb_ here. I could not let Trish know that I was aware that Lindsay had rejected her because, needless to say, I had eavesdropped on their prior discussion. The only person on the island who knew that the voyeur room existed (besides me, of course) was Kristanna. I wanted things to stay that way - for obvious reasons. Trish shook her head and flailed her right hand about in a barrage of hurtful emotion in response to my question about what was wrong with her. "Everything that you have ever wanted, Jeremy," she began. "Everything that you have ever dreamed about, ever fantasized about." Trish shook her head again. "It's right there. Right there in front of you. You see it every single day. You smell it everyday. It is right there. Right there... in front of you." Trish paused for a brief moment, then sniffed her nose. "But no matter what, you can't touch it. You can never have it." She hung her head low and sulked, "Do you know what that feels like, eh?" "Yes," I replied, without hesitation. "I know exactly what it feels like." I slowly stepped forward and closed the distance between us, then knelt down directly in front of Trish. "I think everyone knows what it feels like, dear. We've all been through it at one point or another." "It's... it's L-L-Lin-Lind...say," Trish stammered, wiping away an excess of tears from her eyes. "I c-can't be-believe it, but she is not interested in m-me." "Then you have to move on, Trish," I suggested to her. "Move onto someone else. You have to forget about Lindsay." Trish let out a shrill whine. "How can I forget about her when she is everything that I have ever dreamed of?" "Because you have to," I insisted. "You just have to. Until the person comes along that is truly right for you, and you're truly right for him or her, someone better will always pop up out of nowhere. That is how it is, at least I believe, until you find your soul-mate." "I love that girl more than life itself!" Trish cried. "I just don't understand why I cannot be with her!" "You can't be with Lindsay because it is not meant to be," I countered. "Why drag yourself through the mud like this, Trish? You're doing nothing but hurting yourself. Lindsay does not like you the same way that you like her. As much as I hate to say this, but... nothing will ever change that. I'm sorry, but Lindsay will never love you. And the more you pursue her, the more she will distance herself from you." "L-Lindsay spends most of her time with Amy now!" Trish complained. "What does she see in Amy that she doesn't see in me? All I want to do is love Lindsay! Love her forever! All Amy wants is to have sex with Lindsay! And USE her!" Trish hung her head low and began to cry once again. "You know something, Jeremy? You were... right earlier... in what you said to me. I'm... I am obsessed with Lindsay." "I know you are." "Her face, her eyes, her mouth, her hair... her tight, little body, her hands, arms, legs, feet. Her voice. The way her eyebrows shoot upward when she laughs. The way she tilts her head when you talk to her. Lindsay is... perfect. Do you... do you know what it is like to feel this way about someone, Jeremy? To be obsessed? But for that person to have absolutely no interest in you at all in return?" I took a few seconds before answering, "Not sure about being _OBSESSED_, but there was this one girl a long time ago that I was very much in love with." Trish made eye contact with me. "Your ex-fiancee?" "No, this was before Victoria. It was back when I was still going to high school in New Jersey. Her name was April. I loved that girl so, so much. But... I could never get her to look at me as anything more than a friend." "Why not? You're a great guy." I offered a wry smile. "Let me tell you a story. I was age 15 in the tenth grade. I had never spoken to a girl before in my life. One day, though, a girl named April walked up to me and said _hello_. That's it - hello. I was so incredibly shy then. She said hello to me, I kind of looked at her, my face turned red, and then I walked off." Trish giggled - through her misery about Lindsay - as I added, "That was the first time a girl had ever said one word to me. I was so shy, so embarrassed. I could do nothing but stare at her for a few seconds, then walk off. I couldn't even bring myself to say anything to her." "I was never shy in my life, fortunately," Trish mused. "Anyway, a couple weeks later, I switched a few of my classes around and, lo and behold, I sat at the desk right in front of April in history. She was so very outgoing and friendly that, eventually, I felt comfortable talking to her. One day, I found the courage within myself to ask her out on a date. A pizza date, actually. It was Friday, and I asked April to go out with me after school on Monday. I wanted to take her to the local pizza place, my treat." A smile came to my face as I recalled, "She said _yes_." "I thought you said April never liked you that way?" "Hold on, there's more," I told Trish. "Much more. I went home that day - Friday. I was in love. I thought about April all weekend. She was my new girlfriend. I called my family in Ohio and told them I had a girlfriend. Everyone was so excited for me." "When Monday came, though, and the time and place for us to meet after school, April was nowhere to be found." Trish gasped. "She stood you up?" I laughed. "Yeah, she did. I couldn't find her anywhere. I even went to her house, but she wasn't there. Or, just did not answer the door. I walked all the way home and threw a fit. I even stayed home from school for two or three days." "But the next time I saw April, on the ensuing Thursday or Friday, she was all happy and smiles - like nothing happened. I wanted to ask her why she did not show up for our date, but I wasn't that bold yet. This girl was still being nice to me and, believe it or not, I began to think she forgot about the date completely. A few weeks went by, I asked her out again. April said that she had a boyfriend." "To lessen what is already an incredibly long story, I must have asked April out 15 or 20 times in high school. That would be harassment in many people's eyes, but I was just a kid, and I did not know any better. Plus, April liked me as a friend. I asked her out 15 or 20 times, as I said, but she always had an excuse for me. Again, April liked me. She would actually call me on the telephone at night and we would talk - as friends - for hours. She would even ask me for advice about her various boyfriends." "I became very open and honest with her. I loved her, I wanted to make her happy. I used to write her letters saying just how much I loved her. I even wrote her poetry. I would do anything for that girl. I remember one time, I rode my bike through a driving snowstorm from my house to hers, just so I could return a movie to the video store so she would not have to pay a late fee. I lived a good three or four miles away from her. There were big hills to climb, too." "I know ALL ABOUT trying to ride a bike through the snow," Trish nodded. "Remember that I live in Canada." "So, when we became seniors, it got to the point where I basically demanded to know why April would not go out with me," I continued. "It seemed that she went out with every single guy in the school EXCEPT me. April had told me in the past that I was the nicest guy she had ever met. I even asked her once if she did not like the way I looked, and if that was the reason why. Was I unattractive to her? Was I ugly? But she said I looked fine. So... this one day, I demanded a reason. We're friends, I'm a nice guy, I look fine to her... why doesn't she like me?" Trish looked tentative. "What did April say to you?" I frowned. "She did not want to answer at first. But I kept pressing. I told her that no matter what it was, as long as she was honest with me, my feelings would not be hurt. I was at the point where, basically, I wanted the truth. Eventually, I got the answer that I wanted." "What was it?" I sniffed my nose, remembering that exact moment in time, and took a deep breath. "April said that if she and I were to go out together, I... I would have... depressed... her." Trish looked at me through narrow eyes. "You would have depressed her? What does that mean?" "Because I have battled depression and anxiety attacks my whole life," I sighed. "The girl of my dreams - at that time in my life, at least - did not want to go out with me because I would have, of all things, made her feel sad and depressed by just being around her. My presence... would have brought her down." I sighed once again, then shook my head as Trish stared at me, wide-eyed. "I was very lonely back then. My parents were always bickering and fighting. I had moved away from my two brothers and one sister when my father was transferred from Ohio to New Jersey in his job. I only had a few friends. I hated it in New Jersey. I was very, very lonely, and I had a lot of other problems." Trish was stunned. "And the girl that you were in love with - spent years going after, I presume - did not want to go out with you because you would have DEPRESSED her?" "Yeah," I moaned, my voice weak. "She... she thought that by being around me, I... I would have brought her down, too." "How did you take that?" I let out another (begrudging) laugh. "I stayed home from school for a week, then got my schedule re-arranged so April was in just one of my classes - instead of four or five. As I think about it, I did not stay home that week. I worked. I worked from nine in the morning until eleven at night for six days that week. It was at _Kentucky Fried Chicken_. Our store was so desperate for help that the boss ignored the child labor laws for me. I was only 17, but worked in excess of 80 or 90 hours that week - just to keep my mind off of April, and stay away from her." "Were you friends with her when you went back to school?" "Yeah, but not as much as before," I responded. "After I graduated from high school, my father was transferred in his job again - this time to California. I went to her house the day before moving to California, and she gave me a hug and wished me the best of luck. Once in California, I kept in contact with April through the postal mail for a good two or three years. Just letting her know how things were for me. We even talked a few times on the telephone. Incredibly enough, she called me each time." "Did you tell her about your ex-fiancee?" "Yeah, I told her," I breathed. "I also told her that Victoria left me standing at the altar, and why. I haven't heard from April in years. I kept writing her, but she stopped replying after two or three years. I guess it was just time to move on for her, and get away from me." "Do you still write her?" "Once a year," I nodded. "One of my friends who lives in New Jersey, he came to my wedding years ago and told me that April really cared about me. April was always worried about me, and it hurt her that she shot me down all those times. Believe it or not, but he said that April told him that she loved me. Just... April couldn't go out with me. She did not want to go out with me because I would have... depressed her." "If you could go back in time and change things, would you still demand that answer from her?" "Yes," I replied. "Without a doubt. It was the absolute worst thing that she could have told me, but yes, I would still want to hear it. It tore me up inside, but at least I got the honest answer. What April said to me, though - it has always stayed with me, Trish. It will never leave." "It's just one person's opinion, Jeremy..." "I try my best to be nice to people. I try to my best to smile and be friendly, be happy, be courteous. But I know that I cannot fully mask the way I feel, or my emotions. I have not led the best of lives, you know, and there hasn't been many things over the years for me to be happy about. I did not have the best childhood, and things certainly haven't improved much - excluding these past two weeks - since then." Trish frowned. "I do get that vibe from you sometimes, Jeremy. You are kind and gracious toward all of us, but I can tell that you are not the happiest person inside. At times, it seems like you have to force yourself to smile. When no one is around... when you think you are alone, I have caught sad and depressed looks from you on occasion." "Am I that obvious?" Trish shook her head. "It's perfectly okay in my book. I'm not the happiest person either, you know. Neither is Pamela. Devon, Amy, even Camille. Even Lindsay. Maybe that is a hidden reason why all of us wanted to come to the island in the first place? Something new and exciting? Something to break the same old boring, daily grind of life? I think the only truly happy person here is Kristanna." "Lindsay is not happy?" "Lindsay misses her father," Trish confided. "She almost killed herself when he passed away. I'm talking suicide." "Lindsay told you that?" I asked, my eyes wide. Trish frowned and nodded her head. "Her mom and younger sister had to convince her not to cut herself with a knife. She said her father was her hero in life. He was only 46 when he died. It was totally unexpected, too. Lindsay even told me that she thought about putting her neck through the machine saw in the meat cutting room at the grocery store where she works. She was THAT upset about her father." "Wow..." I murmured, taking all of that in. Perhaps I could talk more about this with Lindsay in the future? Soon, I remembered something. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, and opened it up. After thumbing through a series of photographs encased in plastic sleeves, I settled on one and showed it to Trish. "This is a picture of April and me when we were both 17." Trish took my wallet from me and inspected the photograph closely. If one did know any better, they would suspect that April and I were once a loving couple by looking at the photograph. In it, the two of us were smiling as I embraced April from behind. "She looks like Amy," Trish observed. "And you look so very young!" I laughed again. "That is one reason why I chose Amy as one of you girls to come to the island - she reminds me of April. One of many reasons why I chose Amy..." Trish returned my wallet and wondered, "Are you still in love with April, Jeremy?" "April is a closed chapter of my life," I told her. "It will stay forever closed. I have no intention of ever going back to New Jersey. Plus, last I heard, she was living with some guy and was thinking of marrying him. That was four or five years ago, at least. They are probably married now. I send her a letter through the mail once a year now, but I know that she will never reply. Still, I must try." "What about Victoria? Do you still love her, eh?" "I hate Victoria," was my response. "She destroyed me. For as much as what April said affected me, and hurt me... what Victoria did was a billion times worse. A trillion. She ripped my heart out in front of everyone, and stomped on it. She..." Trish suddenly appeared to be a bit uneasy because of my words, so I decided to let up about Victoria. I did not want to get all mean and nasty around Trish. "Are you going to forget about Lindsay?" I asked, changing the subject between us. "I guess you could never really forget since you care for her so much. I'll never forget April or Victoria. But will you at least move on, Trish? I do not want to see you hurt or upset. I certainly do not want to see you cry. I want you to be happy." Trish shrugged her shoulders and pouted, "I really have no choice but to move on from Lindsay. It will be so hard because I consider her to be absolutely perfect. Lindsay is everything that I have ever dreamed of in another girl. But if she doesn't like me, I... I have no choice." "Lindsay just wants to have sex right now," I said. Trish frowned again. "Sex for me has always been much more meaningful and important than just physical pleasure. It has always been an expression of love and caring, true and total devotion. When you and I took Lindsay's virginity a nearly two weeks ago, Jeremy, it was the most incredible experience of my life. Certainly the best, and the most memorable. I'll never forget it. It was so special for me." "Is what happened that day one of the reasons why you are so attracted to Lindsay?" Trish nodded her head. "Yes, most definitely. I had always fantasized about being with a virgin girl. I had been with a virgin guy before, but never a virgin girl. It was my ultimate fantasy come to life!" Trish giggled and added, "I wish I had it on video so I could re-live it all over again!" I had that three-some archived in the voyeur room... "I guess I want to be Lindsay's beginning, middle and end in terms of sex, and relationships," Trish confessed. "That is included in my fantasy of the virgin girl - I am so good for her, and I treat her so well, that she does not ever need or even want anyone else." Trish paused and continued, "But you and the others that I have talked to about her are right. I hate to admit it, but I am a lot older than Lindsay." "I'm older than you, Trish, and _I_ HATE to admit it," I mused. "I'm 39. You're 30, and Lindsay is only 18. I hate to admit that I am a lot older than Lindsay is. Do you know that Lindsay was five years from even being CONCEIVED by her parents when I asked April out for the first time? That is totally unbelievable to me. It blows my mind." "Lindsay is still a kid," Trish sulked. "A child." She was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "Did April ever stop to think that if she actually said _yes_ to you, and went out with you, it would have made you a lot happier? Then, you wouldn't have felt so down and depressed." I shrugged my shoulders as Trish continued, "Makes sense to me. If it was me, Jeremy, I'd have went out with you." I was somewhat surprised by her comment. "Really?" "Yes, really. It's too bad you didn't go to my school." "What were you like in high school, Trish?" "I was a freaky combination of a really good athlete and a science nerd," she told me. "I was really into soccer and gymnastics, and played hockey, too. I was also a cheerleader in high school. I was into science, too. I had this little microscope. I loved to dissect things and look at them with it. And I absolutely LOVE astronomy - always have." "You?" I chuckled. "A science nerd?" I tried to envision this blonde and overly curvaceous creature of satisfaction as a _science nerd_. Hey, I bet Trish looked really good in a pair of glasses and one of those white lab coats... "I love science and always have," she stressed to me. "Were there any other girls in high school besides April? Any others that you had an interest in?" I shook my head. "No, not really. I asked a few others out, but always found myself coming right back to April." "I would have gotten your mind off of April," Trish said, her voice sweet and sincere. "You and I could have went out, been boyfriend and girlfriend, if we knew each other." "I'm afraid that a girl as beautiful and as popular as you must have been in those days would have never noticed a guy like me, let alone go out with me." "What makes you say that?" Trish squealed. "Experience." "I'm noticing you right now," she countered. "Aren't I?" "You didn't the other day." "What are you talking about?" I took a deep breath. "Do you remember when you and I were talking at the bar that one day? When was it? Perhaps the weekend before last? Whatever, we were having a nice discussion. Lindsay showed up, you stopped talking to me. You completely forgot that I was even there, Trish. You went off with Lindsay right in the middle of our discussion." Trish nodded her head. "Yes, I remember that. I thought about it later, too. It was incredibly rude of me to do that to you. But Jeremy, you know how much Lindsay affects me. My whole world stops whenever I catch a tiny glimpse of her." "I know," I breathed. "I am not angry or upset with you at all, Trish. I know what Lindsay does to you inside." "I should have apologized for walking out on you like I did a long time ago, but I'm doing it now. I'm sorry." I smiled at her. "Apology accepted." "I have always been attracted to guys who are very open and honest," Trish explained. "Guys who are soft-spoken and respectful. That describes you, Jeremy. Whether it be now, ten years ago or ten years into the future, I would notice you, and like you. I like you now." Her words made me smile. "Thank you." "Can I ask a favor of you, though?" "Nice way to butter me up for it..." Trish giggled at my playful accusation. "I know that Amy has a birthday coming up in a couple of days. She will be 31. I also know that you have something planned for her, like a surprise party. Kristanna was telling all of us about it earlier. It will be a surprise party for Amy. I hope I do not make you mad by asking, but... can... can I skip it?" "You want to skip Amy's birthday party? Why?" Trish was sulking again. "Lindsay will be there, and I know that she and Amy are going to be laughing and having a good time. It will just make me feel bad, Jeremy. I will think that Lindsay should be laughing with me. Not Amy." "You have to get over that girl," I reiterated. "You have four whole weeks left on the island with Lindsay. You will eat breakfast and dinner with her every single day. No matter what, you cannot avoid Lindsay, Trish." "Birthdays are different," she told me. "I just think Lindsay and Amy are going to be mega-happy on that day. I would really rather skip it, Jeremy. Please? It's not like anyone is going to miss me, or something. Lindsay wants nothing to do with me. Amy is going to be mad at me once she learns that I called her a horrible influence on Lindsay. I called her a bunch of other things, too. I bet Lindsay and Amy would probably like it if I wasn't there. No one else is going to miss me, either." "I would miss seeing you there, Trish." "Please let me skip it," she begged. "Please?" "Okay," I relented. "You can come down with a case of the phantom flu the day before. It has to be under one condition, though - you MUST stay in your room, and sell the fact that you are sick. It would look incredibly bad for you to skip Amy's birthday party in favor of... going to the weight room. I don't care if there is friction between you and Amy or not. You have to stay in your room and act sick." "I can do that," she nodded. "Thank you, Jeremy. I know it is a strange request on my part, but I really appreciate it. I need some time to get over Lindsay." Trish frowned and continued, "I guess that we're not room-mates anymore, eh? Maybe I went about this whole thing the wrong way. Maybe I should have kept my feelings bottled up inside of me for a few more weeks. Not scared her off, I guess. But it would have been so hard. Lindsay is my ultimate dream girl." She shook her head and ended, "I've never felt this way about anyone in my whole, entire life. It's crazy." "Love can be crazy sometimes," I told her. "In a perfect world, you and Lindsay would love each other equally and live happily ever after. But the world is not perfect." Trish sighed. "Tell me about it." I smiled at her. "Would you be interested in playing a game of pinball with me here on one of the machines? Maybe one of the arcade games instead? _Playstation 3_ or _X-Box_? _X-Box 360_? Air hockey? Foosball? Your choice." "I LOVE to play air hockey - always have - but am not in a gaming sort of mood right now," Trish informed me. I nodded my head at her. "I understand." "I will be glad to take you up on that offer in a day or two," Trish frowned. "Right now, I think it's best that I go to my room and lay down... get some sleep. I... I just cannot believe that Lindsay does not want to be with me." "What about the slumber party?" Trish sighed again. "I'm sure that is where Lindsay is at right now. I don't need to be around her again tonight. I... I... I'm done... for the evening. I'm just done." "There is no reason for you to spend the night all by yourself," I said. "Why don't you come to my suite and spend the night with me?" I quickly held up my hands, not wanting Trish to get the wrong idea about my offer. "I am not proposing or insinuating that anything should happen between us. We could stay awake for awhile and talk... get to know each other better. You can even have my bed all to yourself. I'll sleep on the sofa. Sound good?" "Thanks, but no thanks." "I'm alone tonight, Trish. You're alone tonight. All of the others are keeping each other company at the party. Why should you and I have to be all alone tonight? Again, I am not suggesting that something should happen between us. It is the furthest thing from my mind. I just think that you need a friend right now. You could use some company." "I really appreciate your offer," Trish countered. "I really do, Jeremy. I just think that I would be better off by myself tonight. I wouldn't be good company for you. I need some time alone to sit back, and think." I knew something that would definitely change her mind. "Game four of the Stanley Cup Finals is going on right now between the Chicago Blackhawks and Boston Bruins." Trish was quite the hockey fanatic. There was no way she could turn this down. "Why don't you come back to my room with me, and we can watch the game? Get some popcorn, have a good time." "Not tonight, Jeremy." Well, I was wrong. Apparently nothing would change her mind. I could not believe that Trish refused to watch her favorite sport with me. There was no absolutely point to try and convince her otherwise now. "Very well. I respect your wishes. I just want you to know, Trish, that I will always be here for you. That includes tonight if you change your mind. If you have any problems or feel like talking about something, I'll be here for you. I'm here for all of you. Always..." Trish smiled. "I know you are, Jeremy. I know you are." After she rose to her feet, Trish took a deep breath. "And I also know that you would not expect anything from me if I agreed to stay with you in your room tonight. You're not the type of guy to take advantage of someone like that. The idea never even remotely crossed my mind." "I'm glad you realize that about me," were my words. "I just wanted to help you. That is all." "Just don't tell me who won the game," Trish pleaded. "I will probably watch it tomorrow on demand." "Then I will wait to watch it until tomorrow, too. Hockey is no fun unless you're there to explain everything, Trish. I still don't get all the nuances of the sport." When I stood up as well, Trish stepped forward and gently encircled my body with both arms. She offered me a friendly embrace, which was topped off with a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for talking to me about Lindsay, and wanting to help," Trish cooed once our embrace had ended. Those pretty brown eyes were flickering as she smiled, "And thank you for telling me more about yourself, and your past." "April, you mean?" "Have you told anyone else on the island about her yet?" "Only Kristanna." "I meant what I said." "What was that?" Trish grinned. "I would have made you forget about April if we went to the same high school." Trish pressed her lips to my mouth and volunteered a deep, tongue-filled kiss. My insides tingling with a sudden rush of emotion and desire, Trish concluded the kiss by stepping back and smiling at me. "I think it's time that I lay down." Trish turned to walk away, but stopped and then glanced back over her shoulder at me. "I hope that you and I have the opportunity to spend more private time together like this in the future, Jeremy. I enjoyed talking with you." She waved her hand. "Bye..." With a pair of skintight spandex shorts adorning it, I literally drooled as I watched Trish's splendid, round ass jiggle and twitch as she strutted away from me. Realizing that I now had a hard, aching erection, I cleared my throat three times before finally managing to call out, "I hope that we can spend more time alone together, too." Then, in a voice too low for Trish to hear, I ended, "MUCH more..." <<<- End of Chapter 17 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever" (c) 2014 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@Hotmail.com - MSN Messenger (JeremyDCP@Hotmail.com) - ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/JeremyDCP/ Feedback is always appreciated!