[[[-Island_Fever18.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ ====================\_____________________________________________________ Chapter 18: Protect ----------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== "Dat vas excellent! Good yob!" Kristanna said to Devon in that sultry, exotic accent of hers, as the two lovely ladies were seated across from each other in the front room of the estate. Meanwhile, I kept both my eyes and ears on them via the monitor here inside the voyeur room. "Ve vill try someding a bit different now, Devvy. Are yew ready?" "Yes," Devon nodded. "God dag," Kristanna spoke, in Norwegian. "Morn," Devon returned, using the same language. "Hvordan g†r det?" "Bare bra, takk." Kristanna smiled. "Hva heter du?" "Jeg heter Devon [Last Name]." Kristanna raised an eyebrow. "Hvor gammel er du?" "Jeg er sytten." Kristanna laughed and patted Devon upon the shoulder. "Yew are progressing nicely with my language, but yew still have a lot more to learn, honey." Devon looked at Kristanna with a quizzical expression until she explained, "Ven I asked how old yew are, yew said _sytten_. Dat means 17." Devon giggled and brought a hand to her mouth. "Oh! I am still struggling with the numbers. Let me think... was I supposed to say tjuesyv instead?" "Yew got it!" Kristanna grinned. "_Tjuesyv_ translates to 27 in da English language. As I have told Jeremy many times in da past, da English is da INFERIOR language!" She laughed and continued, "But I guess yew were close by saying sytten. At least it ended vid a seven. I vill give yew a brownie point for dat." "I would prefer a kiss," Devon cooed. "Yew get dat, too," Kristanna nodded, quickly pressing her lips to Devon's mouth for a wondrous exchange of tongues. The pair of ladies kissed one another for a good 30 seconds, their tongues jousting together between their conjoined mouths. Just watching them together like this from the confines of my voyeur room was enough to give me a full-blown erection. I could watch Devon and Kristanna kiss each other all day long. It was a truly intoxicating sight for me. "Let me try saying someding to yew dat is out of our dialogue lesson," Kristanna mused, once their fervid kiss was finally broken. "Let us see if yew know vat it means. Hmmmmm... here goes. Hvor mye er klokka? Devon hesitated, but then frowned and looked at Kristanna with empty eyes. "I have no idea what that means... sorry." "I asked vat time it is," Kristanna informed her. "To be precise and specific, I asked _Vat is da time?_. Since it is 11 o'clock in da morning, Devvy, what yew could have said back to me vas _Klokka er elleve om morgenen_. Dat would be da same as saying _It is 11 in da morning_." "I'm having trouble with the placement of words in some sentences," Devon told her. "Sometimes, words seem like they belong at the end of a sentence, but actually are at the very beginning. Then, that same word could be at the end of another sentence, but really seems as if it belongs at the beginning. You know what I mean? Some words really seem out of place in some sentences... if you can understand." "Dat is probably da most difficult and troubling aspect of da Norwegian language for beginners to learn," Kristanna said. "Once yew catch on, dough, it vill come pretty quick. Yew can trust me on dat. Da computer disk dat I gave yew vill help yew learn da language very rapidly, too. Yust keep learning from da program like yew have been da past few days." Although I enjoyed eavesdropping on the language lesson that Kristanna was giving to Devon, something else suddenly caught my eye here in the voyeur room. In one of the guest bedrooms, it appeared as if Lindsay and Amy were prepared to engage in yet _another_ BDSM session. Very interested in what may transpire between them, I flipped the audio on for the suite and transferred the video feed to the big monitor in front of me. This looked most promising... Lindsay, who was dressed in a little G-string and bra, with a leather submissive collar (and an accompanying chain (_leash_)) secured around her throat, squealed as Amy offered her taut ass a hard swat and then pointed toward the other side of the room. Instead of waiting for her to follow orders, Amy simply grabbed the opposite end of the leash and literally dragged Lindsay across the room. "Owwwww!" Lindsay cried in discomfort, tugging at the leather collar around her neck. "That hurts!" "C'mon sweetie," Amy chirped once they reached the bed. "Why don't you get down on your knees?" Using the leash, Amy gave Lindsay a healthy tug downward. "Ouch!" the 18-year-old whined as she fell to her knees. "Ohhhhh..." Amy cooed in mock empathy, leaning over and gazing into her girlfriend's eyes. "Is that hurting you?" "Yeah..." she struggled out. "Oh Lindsay... I don't want to hurt you." With that, Amy yanked on the leash harder than before. Lindsay grunted in response, naturally, before Amy took a seat on the very edge of the bed. Dressed in a bra and G-string herself, along with a pair of high-heels, Amy looked downright fabulous. She held onto the leash and pulled Lindsay, who was still on her knees, closer to her. The look in Amy's green eyes was wicked. "Do you know what you are gonna do for me first?" "What?" Lindsay panted. Amy brought a high-heeled foot up and rested it upon the suitcase laying on the floor beside Lindsay. "Oh... I think you need to worship my feet." "Your... feet?" Lindsay asked, her tone incredulous. "Yes, my beautiful feet," Amy confirmed. "Why don't you start off by kissing my toes?" The erection I received earlier while watching Devon and Kristanna kiss each other began to pulse within my shorts as Lindsay immediately complied with Amy's demand by leaning over and pressing her pink, lush lips to those toes. With her toes exposed even with the spiked high-heels on, Amy wiggled them about and smiled with devilish glee. "Oh, there you go," Amy encouraged her, as Lindsay's lips slid over and across the glossy red polish of her toenails. "Aren't my feet beautiful?" "Yes." "Uh huh... that's it. Good answer." "Want me to keep going?" "Uh huh," Amy nodded. "You can keep doing that." Lindsay moved her lips from Amy's toes to the top half of her foot and began both kissing and sucking the flesh there. Amy, of course, seemed to enjoy this. "I like how that feels." Suddenly, however, Amy's mood changed. She gave the metal leash another hard tug and snapped, "I didn't tell you to start licking it!" Lindsay squealed in discomfort as Amy scolded her, "You wait for me to give you orders. Do you understand that?" "Yeah..." Lindsay murmured, again grabbing at her collar. It must have really been irritating around her neck. I am certain that Amy had it on her all snug and tight. "Take my shoe off," Amy demanded, extending her left leg. Lindsay placed both hands upon the black high-heel, but seemed to struggle with trying to get it off for the next five seconds. Needless to say, Amy grew very impatient. "Can't you do anything right?" Lindsay, who still had not gotten the shoe off, spoke back in a timid tone, "Your feet are sweaty." "What? WHAT?" Amy pulled rather harshly on the leash and brought Lindsay's head just inches from her body. She placed a hand upon Lindsay's chin and demanded, "What did you say?" "I said your feet are sweaty." "Oh, I don't think that is the correct attitude for you," Amy sniped, rising to her feet. She pulled Lindsay's chin upward, arching her neck in the process, and looked at her right in the eyes. "You know what? You need to watch your mouth." Amy grabbed a healthy handful of Lindsay's blonde hair and yanked her head to the side. "You little slut! Do you know what you do with your mouth? You do what I tell you to do with it. You don't SASS back to me. You understand?" "Yes," Lindsay struggled to say. "So you're gonna hold your tongue from now on?" Amy asked, grasping Lindsay by the jaw and squeezing harshly. "Yes." "Yes Mistress," Amy corrected her. "Yes Mistress," Lindsay conceded. Amy pushed Lindsay's head back and sat down. "Okay, slut. Now take my shoe off." This time, Lindsay had no problems at all as she unbuckled Amy's high-heeled shoe and tossed it elsewhere. She cupped the foot with both hands and began worshiping it again. "Yeah... start kissing it," Amy grinned. Lindsay went from toe to toe until Amy said, "Start sucking now, too. Hmmmmm... that feels good." Suddenly, four of Amy's five toes were jammed inside Lindsay's mouth. Amy tried to push her foot in even deeper, which caused Lindsay to momentarily gag. "Oh... are you choking?" Amy exclaimed. "You choking?" Amy pulled her left foot from Lindsay's mouth and leaned down and looked at her menacingly. "Were you choking?" "Yes..." "Oh, too bad." Amy took a seat upon the bed and thrusted her foot right back into Lindsay's mouth. "Put my toes in your mouth," she directed her. "You're missing a toe... get all of them in there." Lindsay seemed to gag again, but began sucking and licking Amy's foot once all five of her slender, pretty toes were deeply embedded within her mouth. "There you go," Amy smiled. "You are so lucky to be able to do that. You're so lucky to be able to kiss me on my beautiful feet. You know that?" Suddenly, Amy screamed in pain. "HEY!" She pulled her foot out of Lindsay's mouth and violently yanked on the leash. "YOU POPPY SLUT! Did you bite my toes? You... you bit my toes?" "Yes," Lindsay answered, short of breath. "You did it on purpose?" "Yes." "You dumb, little whore!" Amy exclaimed, tackling Lindsay to the floor and pinning her shoulders there. "What are you thinking? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" Amy placed a hand to Lindsay's throat and warned her in a serious tone of voice, "I'm gonna teach you a good lesson!" * * * Moments later, I had my cock out and was busy stroking it in the open air with my right hand. Definitely, no one could deny the fact that I had ample cause to do just this. "Owwwww!" Lindsay pined, leaning over the edge of the bed, as a leather strap came crashing down upon her upturned ass. Amy, who was wielding the strap with her right hand, had quite the devious look upon her face as she offered Lindsay's tight, little ass another hard swat. "Does that hurt?" "Uh huh," Lindsay answered, her eyes clenched. "I need to teach you and your sassy mouth how to talk to me, and how to behave," Amy told her. "You need to learn your lesson. I won't stop whipping you until you do." Lindsay glanced back at Amy with a half-smile upon her face. "Give me what you got." "I will," Amy promised, as she peppered Lindsay's ass with a series of swift, unrelenting blows. "Oh, those hurt you... didn't they? They hurt?" Grunting, Lindsay nodded her head in return. "Oh, you poor thing." Amy belted her ass again. "Is your ass stinging? Is it stinging?" "Not really," Lindsay replied, wanting to be defiant. "Not really?" Amy asked, surprised. She proceeded to blast Lindsay's ass even harder than before, which brought a loud, sharp squeal from the young, erstwhile teen-ager. Amy pelted her again, saying, "You like that, huh?" "Yeah..." "Good, I'll do it some more." Amy did just that, giving that sweet ass her own special brand of discipline, but soon grabbed Lindsay's leash and violently pulled her from the bed. "I got something even better in mind now," Amy said, taking a seat upon the edge of the bed and facing Lindsay. She slipped out of her sexy, black G-string and insisted, "Get down on your knees and lick my pussy." Amy placed both hands behind her upon the bed and used them for support as she reclined back and spread her lush, creamy thighs. Lindsay needed no further coaxing as she knelt downward and moved her mouth in close for a taste. Lindsay began to feast away upon Amy's pussy, which brought a great deal of pleasure to the feisty red-head. "You like that?" Amy asked, now reaching forward with her right hand and grasping the back of Lindsay's head. She jammed Lindsay's face in even tighter against her pussy and snapped, "Come on, do it better. Use your tongue more!" Amy placed both hands upon either side of Lindsay's face and pushed it away from the silken joining of her thighs. "Do you know how lucky you are to be able to lick my pussy?" "Uh huh," Lindsay nodded, her tongue swirling. "Look at you lick my pussy," Amy grinned, using her right hand to yank and pull on Lindsay's hair. "You lick pussy like a hungry, little whore. You ARE a little whore." Amy began to vibrate about with obvious pleasure. "Hmmmmm... you nasty blonde slut. HMMMMM... yeah!" Once Lindsay tore her face away from Amy's thighs and gasped several times in a row, the 30-year-old shot a hard, piercing gaze down at her. "Ohhhhh you poor thing... are you out of breath?" "Uh huh," Lindsay stammered. "I don't care," Amy hissed, now using both hands as she jammed Lindsay's face upon her intoxicating muff. "You will keep licking my pussy until _I_ tell you to stop." Lindsay made a series of hot, throaty growls as she did her best to satisfy Amy. But once the vixen made eye contact with her, Amy had a new idea in mind. "Take my bra off, Slutsay." Lindsay reached up with both hands and literally ripped Amy's silky, black bra from her chest. Now, Amy did not have any complaints as Lindsay took the initiative by attaching her lips to one of those plump, juicy nipples. She eagerly sucked and slurped away on it, which caused Amy to tilt her head back and sigh in utter pleasure. A lot of heavy breathing was coming from both ladies right now, too. "Yeah, get my nipple hard," Amy instructed her, before yanking Lindsay's head toward her opposite breast. "Now the other one. Get that nipple hard, too." Lindsay did what she was instructed to do, but soon Amy positioned her face between her thighs once more. "Lick my pussy again." Again, Lindsay was very eager to dive right into the delights of Amy's pussy. She extended her tongue and gave it a blistering series of long, quick swipes, which brought even more satisfaction to the domineering red-head. Soon, Lindsay added a finger to the mix and began to forcefully jam it in-and-out of Amy's pussy at a blinding rate of speed. Then, her tongue began to concentrate upon Amy's little nub of a clitoris. Still stroking, I was about to go out of my mind with voyeuristic passion. This was too much... "Don't that taste good?" Amy asked, as Lindsay was now stabbing her tongue in-and-out of those moist, swollen lips. "You better fuck me harder with that finger!" Amy demanded. "Come on... fuck me harder with that finger! YEAH! Fuck my pussy. Fuck it harder!" Amy moaned out in pure desire and cooed, "Oh... I have taught you well. I think you will be in for a BIG surprise today. A VERY big surprise! I know that you enjoy it, but you need to know your place." "I could lick your pussy all day long!" Lindsay squealed, her extended tongue a blur as it wielded its magic. "Each time you lick my pussy, you do it better than the last time!" Amy offered the leash another healthy tug and clamored, "You rancid whore. Have you been licking pussy again? A pussy other than mine?" "Ca-Camille," Lindsay moaned. "What have you been doing with Camille?" "I had sex with her two nights ago on the boat ride from Lima," Lindsay managed to say, again appearing uncomfortable because Amy was pulling on the leash. "She woke up and went for a walk on the boat past midnight. I was playing video games but when I saw her, I knew that I wanted to have sex with her. She wanted to have sex with m-me, too. Camille did me so good... and hard. I loved it..." "Whore! Bitch! Slut!" Amy seemed to explode in a rage of sexual anger as she grabbed Lindsay by the face and gave her a nasty shove. Lindsay nearly toppled over onto her side, but looked up at Amy with an expectant leer in her blue eyes. Obviously, Lindsay enjoyed this rough treatment... "Who else have you been FUCKING around with?" "I want to be with Jeremy again," Lindsay said, which sent a definite shiver down my spine. "It's been a week or so since I was last with him... that is much too long." "You want his cock in your mouth, don't you? "Yes." "Little cocksucking slut!" Amy exclaimed, before a hint of disdain flashed across her otherwise lovely face. "You belong to me, now. If you want to suck his cock, maybe it is time that you start getting PERMISSION from me first. Do you understand that, Slutsay?" "I'll suck Jeremy's cock if I want to," she responded, again being defiant. "Is that so?" Amy snapped, staying in her Dominatrix mode. "You little, sassy slut. All you want to do is talk back to me, but you're going to regret it in the end. Yes, you will regret it." The sweet and precocious 18-year-old, for some odd reason, seemed upset with Amy, who nonetheless had another order in mind for her. "Do something constructive with that sassy mouth of yours for a change." Amy stood up and turned around, then reached back with both hands and smashed Lindsay's face between her asscheeks. "Lick it." "Lick it?" Lindsay asked, a squeamish look upon her face. "DO IT!" An instant later - as if on impulse - Lindsay was slurping away at Amy's tight, puckered anus with her soft, velvety tongue. Amy leaned all the way over at the waist and jutted her shapely ass in Lindsay's face to give her a better angle. At the same time, Lindsay re-inserted her finger into Amy's pussy and began thrusting away in quite the feverish manner. "Yeah... fuck my pussy and lick my ass! Fuck my pussy and lick my ass!" Soon, Amy's cries and screams were so loud that they seemingly raised the roof off of the guest bedroom. "You like licking my ass, don't you? DON'T YOU? Yeah... that's it. Lick it. Lick it like a lollipop!" When Amy clutched her own breasts with both hands and arched her back, I could tell that she was extremely close to having an orgasm. Obviously, Lindsay sensed this as well. Her probing tongue was joined by a trio of fingers. She was going to finish Amy off by thrusting them into her ass. "OH YEAH... OH GOD YOU SLUT!" Amy whined. "OH GOD... THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHH... FUCK! SO FUCKING GOOD!" Amy thrusted her ass even harder upon Lindsay's face as the orgasmic juices simply flowed from deep within her hot, swollen pussy as she cried and screeched out in her release. Lindsay lapped all of it up, eagerly sucking and swallowing down that sweet, scrumptious nectar. Amy turned around and eyed Lindsay, who, of course, was still in full submissive mode - on her knees with both hands clasped together behind her back. "Do you like it when Jeremy takes that big cock of his and fucks you with it?" Lindsay simply nodded in response. "I got what you need, then," Amy said, reaching back with her left hand and pulling a gigantic strap-on dildo out from underneath one of the pillows. Lindsay's pretty eyes seemed to flash with pure arousal as Amy dangled the crude object in front of her. "This is what you need! Get on the bed, and get on your back! That's where a slut like you belongs!" Again - like a good submissive - Lindsay did what she was told. She promptly climbed up and onto the bed, then rolled over onto her back. After disposing of her own G-string, the nubile, young blonde spread her legs wide in anticipation. Amy, meanwhile, stood up and secured the massive dong around her waist by buckling its straps into place. When she was ready, Amy stepped forward and nudged the dildo's big, black head upon the entrance to Lindsay's pretty, little pussy. "This is what you need," Amy said, as she then inserted the nasty object between Lindsay's waiting, willing folds. "I don't really care if you like this or not, Slutsay. The only thing that matters is what _I_ like. And... let me tell you, I LOVE to corrupt sassy, little BRATS like you." Lindsay began to wail and moan out her own hot passion as Amy soon mounted her in the missionary position. Then, in a torrid flash, Amy's hips were thrusting away like mad, humping and pumping Lindsay's pussy with excessive force. "Jeremy hasn't had his cock in your pussy in a week?" Amy growled. "Am I right, SLUT?" "Yes..." Lindsay moaned, her voice strained. "YES MISTRESS!" Amy corrected her, screaming. "Yes, Mistress..." "Oh, so it's been awhile since you had a cock inside of you." Amy began pounding her even harder than before with the huge strap-on dildo. She soon caught a rhythm and teased her, "You're not used to taking a cock this big, are you? 15 inches! Is your little pussy full? Is it stuffed?" "Uh huh..." "You better get used to that big, black cock!" Amy said to Lindsay, her voice loud and wildly intense. Still going at her full-throttle with the black dildo, Amy told Lindsay, "When we get back home to Ohio, I am going to GIVE you to all FIVE of my black boyfriends! OH... they will LOVE to have a 'lil, 18-year-old blonde girl as their new, personal slave!" Lindsay did not offer any sort of response to that bit of information. She simply continued to cry and scream out her wild arousal as Amy pulverized her pussy with the strap-on. "You will have so many black cocks inside your body at once that if they were sticking out, you would look like a porcupine!" Amy added, the expression upon her face becoming more sinister by the second - if that was even possible. "All five of those guys will fuck you at once over and over again! I am sure they will invite more friends to use you, too!" Amy reached down and slapped one of Lindsay's pert, bra-clad breasts with an open hand. "Oh... I am going to see to it that you are well-fucked for the rest of your life!" Amy slapped Lindsay's other breast and promised, "I will introduce you to a life in Cincinnati that you never even knew existed! Oh... you will make a fine slave! Going to make some money off of you, too..." Amy placed both hands upon Lindsay's waist and really started to brutalize her in the missionary position. Her hips were a wild blur as she hammered away at Lindsay with all of the furor that her slender frame could produce. At the same time, Amy's luscious, 36d-sized breasts flopped and bounced about with every wild thrust she made. Amy was hammering Lindsay so hard, in fact, that I seriously feared that the young woman may get injured somehow in the melee. Could Amy rip that sweet, tender pussy right in half? "OH FUCK YES!" Lindsay erupted all at once, using the type of language that certainly did not seem to befit a future church minister. "OH FUCK! FUCK ME WITH IT! HMMMMM YEAH! YESSSSS! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG THING! OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH FUCK... I AM ABOUT TO CUM! FUUUUUCK!" Amy continued pounding away as she used both hands to viciously cup and squeeze Lindsay's breasts through the bra that she still had on. Once Amy started slapping those breasts again, it really seemed to set Lindsay off. "DON'T YOU STOP FUCKING ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! OH DEAR LORD... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! _FUCK MEEEEE_!" Lindsay shook her head from side-to-side in a wild, uncontrolled manner and roared, "I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! CUMMING!" Lindsay reached up with both hands and latched onto Amy's shoulders, then screamed out at the very top of her lungs as a fierce, violent orgasm overtook her body all at once. The fever pitch here was so incredibly high that it seemed as if Lindsay's body and soul was going to just ignite at any given second. Fortunately, that did not happen. Instead, once the orgasmic wave had passed and gone, Lindsay collapsed to the mattress beneath her in an exhausted, well-used heap. A little disturbed to say the least, I flipped the live video feed and its accompanying sound off. I needed to get out of the voyeur room for awhile and collect my senses... * * * The western side of the island included a crescent-shaped beach of white sands that led to azure waters all framed by graceful palm trees. Its long curve of sand was protected by a barrier reef, which made the water ideal for swimming and snorkeling. The setting was very beautiful, indeed, and it should be noted that this particular beach was one of my favorite locations of all on the whole island. Seated around a warm, soothing fire on the west beach as twilight approached on this Thursday evening, all seven of the ladies and I were finishing up a grill-out dinner which consisted of skinless bratwursts and mettwursts, regular hot dogs, boneless rib eye steaks and sockeye salmon fillets. The sky was a brilliant, tropical shade of orange, with thin clouds scattered here and there, as the sun slowly but surely made its nightly descent into the horizon. The sound of the waves gently lapping the shoreline was so tranquil and relaxing that one could easily fall asleep here. Everyone was laughing and having a good time as we sunk our teeth into the scrumptious meal. Everyone, that is, with the exception of Trish. It was obvious that Trish was still feeling the after-effects of Lindsay having dumped her yesterday. Trish was deflated, depressed and very subdued, and did not say much of anything while everyone else chatted up a storm. Trish was also well aware of all of the time her beloved Lindsay had spent with Amy as of late. She knew of the nasty things they had recently done together, too. It seemed criminal to me that a woman who was not only as beautiful as Trish, but also so sweet and kind-hearted, was feeling this cold and lonely right now. A women this sultry and desirable was simply not supposed to be feeling this way. Alas, Trish was, and for the first time since the ladies had arrived on the island, I felt powerless to do anything about it. I had so much empathy and sorrow for her. Was there really anything that I could do? Certainly, I could not go up to Lindsay demand that she stop spending so much time with Amy, and focus all of attention upon Trish. Lindsay and Amy came from the same general area (Cincinnati) and had a few things in common - most notably their love for harsh, physical sex. If it was something the two ladies agreed upon and continued to want to experiment with - which was clearly the case - who was I to intervene? Everyone on the island was well aware of the fact that Trish was in love with Lindsay, and wanted to devote her entire life to her. Trish was at the point in her life - at the age of 30 - where she wanted to settle down and enter into a life-long relationship and commitment. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Lindsay. She simply wanted to dabble and enjoy her sex to the fullest, without any real emotional attachment involved. Thus, enter Amy - who seemed perfect to give Lindsay what she wanted. Amy was a self-admitted nymphomaniac whose passion knew no boundaries. In that sense, at least, Amy was an ideal match for Lindsay. Lindsay had opted to give Trish the cold shoulder during our grill-out dinner at the beach. Lindsay did not even offer Trish a single look during the entire two hour picnic. That was very disheartening to me. Thus, Trish was continually subjected to the sight of the love of her life - Lindsay - laughing and hamming it up with Amy. I have been in that position before - as many people have - and I can attest that it is not a very good feeling. It must have tore Trish apart inside to witness Lindsay be so happy and jovial with Amy, as well as the rest of us at the beach, while at the same time, completely and totally shutting her out. Several times, it appeared as if Trish was so hurt by this treatment that she was going to cry. At one point, Kristanna grabbed Trish by the hand and guided her toward a secluded corner of the beach. They were much too far away for me to listen in on their discussion, but I could tell by their body language and facial reactions that Kristanna was doing her best to cheer Trish up. I felt like getting up and walking over to them and joining the conversation, but held back and stayed put. Kristanna was more than capable enough of giving Trish a good pep talk. Still, I wanted to join them and offer whatever I could. It seemed as if Trish could use a friendly, reassuring hug in the worst way possible. Eventually, she got one from Kristanna. I was very happy for that. It was pitch-dark outside when the collection of women finally decided that it was time to go back to the mansion, and retire for the evening. All of the ladies, with the exception of Kristanna, made the return walk to the estate as a group. I frowned as Pamela placed an arm around Trish, who simply let out an agitated sigh in response. Trish was feeling miserable, as Lindsay laughed and squealed while riding Amy piggy-back. It was obvious that Trish wanted to give Lindsay that ride - among many other things. Kristanna decided to stay with me as I gathered the paper plates and plastic utensils everyone had used during our dinner meal, and placed them into a trash bag. "Vat a beautiful sight," Kristanna remarked, motioning toward the rippling ocean, which was drenched in moonlight. The white tips of the moonlight upon the water was quite a majestic sight, indeed. "I could stay out here all night." "That can be arranged, sweetheart," I told her, smiling. "We could put up a tent and sleep out here tonight if you want. We don't even need a tent, if you'd prefer. I could grab some sleeping bags from the storage shed." "Ve only need one sleeping bag, Jeremy," she corrected me, her voice laced with a mixture of eroticism and playfulness. Kristanna then took a very deep breath and sighed, her mood quite somber that quickly. "Ve need to talk about little Lindsay and her newfound adventures, Jeremy." "Okay..." Suffice it to say, but I was caught a little off-guard with those words and the tone of her voice. It was not very often when Kristanna turned all deadpan and serious. The 23-year-old moved around to the front of me and looked at me square in the eyes. "I have changed my dought process on vat has been going on as of late betveen Lindsay and Amy." "Oh? How so?" Kristanna sighed again. "Yew and I agreed very early in da year dat ve vould not get involved vid anyding da girls did as long as it vas 100 percent consensual and, of course, it did not break any laws. But I have changed my opinion." "In what way?" "I vatched vat Amy did to Lindsay earlier today in da voyeur room," she informed me. "I know dat yew vatched it too, Jeremy. Myself, I have been known to dabble and play in bondage in da past, vid a few old girlfriends. Alvays da top, I have some experience in it. Not a lot, but some. But vat I saw today vas quite... disturbing." I nodded at her. "I cannot argue with that." "Yew need to step in and stop Amy," Kristanna said to me. "I do not care about da rules or vat we agreed upon back in Yanuary. Dis is yewr island, Jeremy - yewr home - and vat yew say goes. Yew need to protect Lindsay. I do not care if she is in agreement vid everyding dat Amy does to her or not. Yew need to step in and put an end to dis right now." "Put an end to it?" "Amy does not care about Lindsay," Kristanna insisted. "She does not care about her one bit." "I disagree," I countered. "I think she does care." "No," Kristanna said, holding steadfast. "Amy is doing nudding good for Lindsay. All she is doing is trying to corrupt her. Lindsay may not realize it but in da long run all of dis is going to affect her, and ultimately hurt her. Yew need to step in, Jeremy, and protect Lindsay. Even if it means protecting her from herself." "Early in da veek, Lindsay sits down vid yew and tells yew of her goals and aspirations in life. She is da daughter of a minister and vants to follow in his footsteps and become a minister herself. She shows yew a scrapbook of pictures of her and her entire family. Vat do yew dink her momma vould dink if she knew vat Lindsay vas involved in right now on da island? Vat do yew dink her papa is dinking as he looks down from Heaven? He is cringing at vat Amy has done to Lindsay dis veek, and all da dings she vill do in future. Yew need to put an end to dis, Jeremy." "Yew need to step in and protect Lindsay," Kristanna forged on. "Dis is not voo she is. I dink da island has affected her in many different vays. Some good, some bad. Yew do not go from 18-year-old virgin to a full-fledged submissive voo begs and craves pain in such a short period of time. It is not logical at all." Now exasperated, I held both hands out and shrugged my shoulders at her. "How am I supposed to protect Lindsay?" "Da poor girl is confused beyond any and all reason. Yew see dat, right Jeremy? Being on da island has changed her in so many different vays. Her body is like a lightning rod. It has responded to all da dings dat have been done her over da past two-and-a-half veeks. It has responded to vat Amy has done... vat yew have done, Jeremy, vat I have done. It has responded to vat EVERYONE has done to her. It is all probably mind-numbing to her and very confusing." "But it is not voo Lindsay really is," Kristanna added. "Nor is it voo she ultimately vants to become. Yew cannot let Lindsay veer from dat route. Yew need to get her back on track. Yew need to protect her." "How?" I asked again. "By putting an end to all da kinky dings dat she and Amy do togedder," Kristanna said. "I do not know how, but yew need to stop it, Jeremy. Yew need to stop dem. Yew need to sit down vid Lindsay and explain to her dat dis route in life is not good for her. Amy does not care about her. All of dis is for Amy's evil, wicked pleasure; it is doing nudding to promote or furder Lindsay as a person." "All dat vill happen is dat Lindsay vill find herself in a situation ten years from now, and she vill regret how it all started. Instead of being a leader in da church and da community, Lindsay vill find herself in bondage and chains, vid no way out. A shame to her family. Definitely a shame to her papa. And a shame to herself." Kristanna paused and added, "And she vill dink back to how it all started - on YEWR island, Jeremy, vid YEW and Amy, and da rest of us. I do not vant to see a girl vid such good intentions in life - vanting to help udders and be a community leader - fall by da vayside so Amy can get her rocks and yollies off." "Do yew vant Lindsay to slip into da abyss like Pamela did ven she began stripping 11 years ago? Pamela regrets dat decision every day. Not a day goes by vare she does not regret it. Da route she take in life back den changed her so much. And until now, Pamela has had no vay out. Yew are Pamela's only hope for salvation, Jeremy. Yew are her only vay out. In many vays, yew are Lindsay's only hope, too. Yew are only one among us dat she vill listen to." "Lindsay and Amy act quite normal when they are around each other for the most part," I offered, finally getting the opportunity to speak. "Did you see them earlier at the grill-out dinner, Krissy? They were laughing and talking with the others; having a good time and blending in nicely. Just like two normal people. It is just when you put them behind closed doors the past couple of days, things change. How can you say it will be this way long-term?" "Dis is how it starts," Kristanna suggested. "Amy has a grand plan; a scheme, for Lindsay. Yew hear her earlier in da voyeur room? Amy says she going to give Lindsay to her boyfriends back in Ohio once dey return home. She going to SELL her. Do yew vant dat to happen, Jeremy? Dat is vat Amy vill do. Amy vill hand Lindsay over to her group of dominant boyfriends in order to make dem happy because in all honesty, Amy is a submissive herself. Dose boyfriends vill not treat Lindsay like a submissive behind closed doors. Dey vill treat her dat vay 24 hours a day, seven days a veek. Dey vill not care. And ten years from now, Lindsay vill be yust like Amy is right now. She vill be completely lost in life and have no self-esteem." Kristanna took a deep breath and concluded, "Most of all, Lindsay vill vonder vare her life vent and she vill be incredibly lonely - yust like Amy." "Do yew vant to be responsible for dat?" Kristanna asked. "I go back to vat I told yew earlier. Yew brought all of da girls here, Jeremy - me included. Yew may vant to keep yewr distance from us ven it comes to certain dings, but ulimately yew are responsible for us. And ven it comes time, yew have to PROTECT us. Yew have to protect Lindsay from Amy. Yew have to protect Lindsay from herself, even. Do not let dis happen to her. Please, for da love of God... talk to her." "Okay," I finally relented, nodding my head for emphasis. "I will talk to her." I was lost in thought for a moment, but then volunteered, "I agree with what you said, too. Amy saying she was going to give Lindsay to her collection of boyfriends back in Cincinnati - that was wrong." "It vas awful!" Kristanna gasped. "I am not quite sure how I will approach the discussion, but I will talk to her in the next day or two," I promised. * * * Since Louisa, the elderly housekeeper here on the island, was feeling ill yet again the following morning, I decided to give her the day off. I wanted her to rest up and feel better. Thus, Devon was gracious enough to volunteer to help me in preparing everyone pancakes and biscuits for breakfast. Kristanna was going to assist us as well, until she suggested that we have _kebab_ - whatever that was - for breakfast. That was a definite sign of trouble. Devon and I quickly agreed that we simply could not allow Kristanna to run wild in the kitchen, so we told her that we would take care of breakfast ourselves. Because of her very unique and exotic appetite (fish pudding, anyone?), I was certain that Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Camille would scoff at the mere idea of Kristanna's Norwegian recipe for breakfast. Since Kristanna had never met a fish that she did not like, it would not have surprised me if her idea of a hearty breakfast was a salmon/egg/hash brown combo sandwich. As Devon and yours truly finished up the first batch of pancakes on this breezy Friday morning, Kristanna grabbed a butter knife and raised it to my head. Smiling (and being her crazy self), Kristanna then made fake slasher motions toward me with the knife and let out a little scream. Devon looked on and giggled, shaking her head. "Will you take this up to Louisa's room?" was my request for Kristanna, as I presented her with a plate of pancakes and biscuits. I snatched the butter knife from Kristanna, then smiled at her in mock disgust. "Louisa will also want some maple syrup. Take her some milk, too." Kristanna offered me a military salute. "Yes sir!" "Give Louisa a kiss, and tell her that I hope she feels better," Devon grinned. "Give Louisa a kiss?" Kristanna countered. "Discounting da fact dat Louisa is a very old woman - 76 years of age - if I kiss her, I might catch whatever cold or flu she has!" "Exactly!" Devon squealed, nodding. "Give her a kiss!" Kristanna held up a playful fist and waved it about in front of Devon's face. "Yew gonna get it, girl," she warned, before giggling and strolling off with the breakfast plate, maple syrup and a glass of milk. Now shaking my head at her with a grin, I kept an eye on Kristanna until she disappeared around the corner. That woman was so incredibly jovial and outgoing. She was a bright ray of eternal sunshine, no matter the situation. As I then prepared to fire up the next batch of pancakes, Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned upward, kissing me flush on the lips. "Hi Jeremy." "Hi Devon," I grinned, unprepared for her aggression. Her arms still secured around my neck, Devon volunteered a charming smile of her own. "Trish belongs to me today. Is it okay if we take your _Jeep_?" My eyes went wide at those words as Devon explained, "I was thinking of having a picnic with her in the woods, then going to the west beach." "Take my _Jeep_?" I asked, feigning concern. "You know, dear, that NO ONE touches my _Jeep_ except for ME." I laughed at my own serious tone and then added, "Sure, you and Trish can use the _Jeep_. Just take good care of it." "I know how much you love that old _Wrangler_ of yours," Devon nodded. "Don't worry. It's in good hands with me." "Actually, I was thinking of asking Trish if she would like to go scuba diving with me again today," I remembered. "Trish had such a great time with me when I took her diving the first time about a week-and-a-half ago. I was also going to ask Pamela and Kristanna if they wanted to tag along, too. Pamela has made mention to me that although she has never been diving in the past, she would love to give it a try. The four of us could have a lot of fun together." Devon nodded her head in approval. "Awesome! I know that Krissy really loves to go diving with you. She was telling me how much she loves it just a couple of nights ago. I can have my picnic with Trish some other time." "Good," I smiled. "I already know that Kristanna will not turn me down. Neither will Trish. Both are them are very experienced divers who love the ocean and what it has to offer. Pamela has been chomping at the bit to go diving. Hopefully, all of this will take Lindsay off of Trish's mind for a little while and make her feel a lot better." "Hopefully," Devon agreed. "That is why I wanted to take her on the picnic in your _Jeep_. Trish is my friend. I know that Lindsay shooting her down really hurt her. Trish will definitely be happy when you offer to take her diving. She still goes on and on about her first dive with you, too." "I just want to cheer her up," were my words. "Trish was so sad and depressed yesterday - like her light had gone out. She even refused to watch the hockey replay with me again." "Trish is obsessed with hockey," Devon noted. "If Trish is turning down the opportunity to watch the championship series for hockey, you know the poor thing is feeling bad. She wears that big hockey jersey of hers almost every single night." Devon pouted and sighed. "I just don't think that Amy is the right alternative for Lindsay." "I'm not sure anyone but Lindsay and Amy think that way." "Camille does," Devon corrected me. "Camille says she is going to get involved in their play too... going to enact some sexual revenge on Lindsay for denying her for so long." I closed my eyes in exasperation and growled inwardly at the prospects. I _did not_ need to hear that. Nor did I want to. Kristanna was right. I had to put an end to this situation quickly. Amy and Camille would ruin Lindsay. Moments later, Kristanna strolled back into the kitchen. "Ah-chooooo..." she chirped, grinning, tilting her head from side-to-side. "Ah-chooooo. Louisa gave me the flu." I shook my own head and chuckled at her (highly) exaggerated sneezing fit. "Ah-chooooo..." "How is Louisa?" Devon asked. "Seriously?" Kristanna frowned and answered, "Not good. It not be a good sign ven it be 80 degrees out and yew are in bed vid tree heavy blankets vrapped around yew... and still cold. Especially at her age." I winced at those words. "Do you think I should take her to the doctor in Peru? It could be something serious." "Vait a vile," Kristanna suggested. "At least a day. If she is not feeling better tomorrow, take her den. I know dat Louisa is older and all, but even she herself insists that she does not vant to go to da doctor. She has been badly flu-ridden several times in da past here, Jeremy. But she has always gotten over it on her own, ya." "Very well, then," I conceded. "But if Louisa is not feeling better tomorrow, I am taking her to the hospital in Lima. Or, at the very least, I will bring a doctor here. In fact, I may do that later this afternoon if she does not show any improvement. I want her well. There is no need to take any chances... especially, as you say, at her age." * * * After breakfast reached its conclusion and the girls started to drift off to embark on their day's activities, I conferred with Kristanna, and we then asked Pamela and Trish if they would like to go scuba diving with us. The answer from both ladies was a bold and resounding _yes_, of course, so I sent Pamela off with Trish and Kristanna to get ready and change into the necessary gear. Once I finished the morning dishes, I promised the trio, I would meet up with them at the dock and our aquatic adventure would begin. Ever since I took Trish diving early last week, Pamela had been literally begging me to take her underwater as well, saying it was something she had always wanted to do but, up until now, had never been presented with the opportunity. I was more than happy to grant her request, although there were a few concerns from my end in doing so. I had to remind Pamela that she was a beginner. I was in no way a dive instructor nor would I ever pretend to be one. Thus, I would only allow Pamela to travel no deeper than 30 feet underneath the surface of the water. Trish then made mention of the sunken ship no more than 10 minutes off the coast of the island that she and I had explored last week. From the information I had gathered, the ship was reported missing in 1944 and not discovered until 1976. I first came across it seven years ago on a routine dive with my brother. Of course, a curious Pamela immediately claimed that she wanted to investigate that sunken ship. I told her that it was 124 feet deep, which was too far for a novice diver. I then explained to Pamela that Trish was a certified diver with lots of experience and know-how. It had not been an issue or a concern for me to take her that deep into the water last week. The same could be said for Kristanna as well. Kristanna had even more diving experience than I did. Pamela was not angry, but she was definitely disappointed when I refused to take her to that ship. She simply did not understand why I would not allow her to go any further than 30 feet deep. Finally, I was able to explain to her that it was for her own safety. I wanted to minimize the risk of Pamela contracting any of the illnesses that were common with novice divers (such as decompression sickness (_the bends_)). There were plenty of other risk factors to concern myself with pertaining to her as well. Fortunately, Pamela relented and was glad that I agreed to take her underwater at all. The three of us offered Pamela a crash course in scuba diving while helping her get ready for the big plunge. I was content to allow Trish and Kristanna to explore and roam on their own within the depths as long as they stayed together. I knew that I would have to keep a close and watchful eye on Pamela, though, for her safety and well-being. * * * With a short jump from the big boat, I splashed down and joined Pamela, Trish and Kristanna in the water. After some routine adjustments, a few hand and body signals, and the hiss of air being released from our respective oxygen tanks, the four of us slipped beneath the surface of the water. It is virtually impossible to express in words the three dimensional freedom one receives from diving. Unfettered by gravity, it is the closest thing to unaided flight that any human being could ever possibly experience. It is always something special when I first slide beneath the waves during each new dive. There is a tranquility and serenity that overwhelms the senses and drives all thoughts away, leaving only the moment and awareness of each breath. Sounds of the world are muted and motion is reduced to the pace of thick molasses. More often than not, that initial descent is the favorite part for me. It is truly a moment of magical doors being opened and genies being unleashed. There is nothing that can even remotely compare to it. The sandy bottom started shallow but quickly plummeted more than 3,000 feet into a submarine canyon that was very reminiscent of Monterey Bay. This canyon attracted big, open-water pelagics such as tuna, dorados, mantas and green sea turtles. Today, however, I was most interested in the schools of fish surrounding us. Sturgeonfish, yellowtail snapper, Mexican goatfish and mullets loitered in the chasm and were easily approached for portraits. We also came into close contact with a variety of brown and yellow seahorses, purple frogfish and several varieties of vivid nudibranchs. The haunting sounds of singing humpbacks, plying their Pacific tunes, were loud and clear throughout the dive. In the past, I have watched a few of these massive leviathans venture into the aforementioned canyon. Because of her inexperience when it came to scuba diving, I made Pamela promise me before we entered the water that she would try to keep a tight grip on my forearm or shoulder at all times. As noted earlier, I did not need to worry about Trish or Kristanna, of course, since they were both certified divers with a plethora of experience. My only priority during this expedition was Pamela's safety. She made good on her promise, too. Not only did Pamela keep her right arm curled around my left for 90 percent of the dive, but her hand was clamped all nice and tight onto mine as well. Pamela and I were leisurely floating in the shallow depths, watching Trish and Kristanna about 30 feet away from us, as they got up-close and personal with a school of triggerfish. Several of them were feeding on large zooplankton and algae. Trish snapped photographs of them with an underwater camera. As Pamela and I hovered above a large formation of rocks, I noticed a colorful, six-inch crustacean otherwise known as the praying mantis shrimp. The creature, brought to a sudden halt by our unwelcome intrusion, raised its green thorax and blue head, wiggled orange antennae and independently big, round lavender eyes in our direction. After bobbing nervously a time or two, the regal animal whirled about and with a fluttering skirt of red and blue was off, quickly disappearing into the rock-lined burrow below. One occasion which I will definitely never forget for the rest of my life was when a very large group of cow-nose rays literally appeared out of nowhere and headed straight for Trish and Kristanna. They looked like a huge squadron of alien spaceships descending toward the two ladies from parts unknown. These docile stingrays went right through and past Trish and Kristanna as they looked on in sheer astonishment. Then, just as quickly, the cow-nose rays disappeared. It was quite a memorable experience, but much too short-lived. It was at this point in time when I sensed a large shadow over the top of my shoulder. I turned and was delighted to find a juvenile whale shark, probably 15 feet or so in length, innocently gazing at the little bubble-blowing creatures who were visiting its home from the surface. When an excited Kristanna got her first glimpse of the shark, she quickly motioned for Trish to turn and look at it as well. The three of us felt absolutely no threat from the little giant, as whale sharks were known to be quite passive toward humans. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Pamela. Once the shark slowly swam over top of us, Pamela looked up and noticed it for the first time, and promptly went into a panicked frenzy, violently tugging at my arm and screaming at me through her regulator. She was scared beyond any and all reason, and truly, had every right to be. For all Pamela knew, the shark, which was three times her length, could have been a great white with an empty spot in its stomach. Pamela was still frantic, almost to the point of crying, when I latched onto her shoulders with both hands and stared into her eyes. I did my best to calm her fears through both my expression and silent, unspoken words such as _it's okay_, _it's harmless_ and _settle down_. It took some doing, but I was finally able to get through to Pamela. It also helped that the shark harmlessly floated away and eventually vanished into the great distance. The tears on Pamela's face, however, combined with the fact that she appeared to be hyperventilating, indicated to me that it was time to get her out of the water as quickly as possible. When I pointed toward the surface, Pamela offered me no resistance whatsoever as I held onto her with both hands and began the ascent. Relieved once we had surfaced, Pamela spit out her regulator and ripped off her mask only to be cruelly pummeled across the face by a heavy wave. Disoriented, she choked on the seawater and slipped back below the surface as if an unseen force had pulled her down. Witnessing this happen, before my very eyes, was the single most frightening moment of my entire life. I had to act fast. Pamela was frantically kicking her legs, her arms flailing, all the while being slowly pulled into the depths by the mild current. Without a mask or regulator, Pamela only had a couple of seconds before something catastrophic would occur. With all of my equipment still on, I quickly went after and retrieved Pamela. I jammed an emergency air source into her mouth and activated it, then pulled her to the surface of the water with me yet again. Now holding onto her for dear life and making sure her head stayed above water, I escorted Pamela over to the boat. Somehow having already lost the backup air source, Pamela choked and gasped for breath. I made her climb the ladder first, and quickly joined her on the boat. Pamela promptly fell to her hands and knees before me, coughing like crazy, the water still in her lungs. I should also point out that, at this particular moment in time, I was extremely angry at myself. How could I have allowed Pamela to be in such grave danger? It was my job to protect and shield her from any jeopardy. Undoubtedly, I had failed in that regard. I was very mad about that. Luckily, Pamela's extreme coughing and choking fit finally seemed to taper off. I reached down and helped remove the heavy, cumbersome oxygen tank from her back and shoulders, hoping it would make her feel more comfortable and at ease. I also dropped to one knee and smacked her back a few times, wanting to get any excess water out of her lungs. "What happened?" came Trish's voice from behind us, as Pamela was still doubled over upon the deck of the boat. I turned and saw both Trish and Kristanna still in the water, their masks off, looking up at us. "Dat shark vas harmless," Kristanna said to Pamela. "It was a young vale shark. Vale sharks do not hurt humans." "It could have been _Jaws_ for all Pamela knew," Trish said to Kristanna, echoing my thoughts from earlier. "She is not as well-versed in marine life as we are, remember." "Are yew okay?" Kristanna asked Pamela, concerned. Still somewhat short of breath, Pamela shook her head in response and managed to say, "I... I... I almost drowned." "Oh my God!" Trish exclaimed, paddling closer to the boat. "Vat happened?" Kristanna gasped. "A wave pulled me underwater after I took my mask off," Pamela added, her eyes bleary, as she glanced at Trish and Kristanna. "I thought... I thought I was going to... die. I don't know..." Pamela shook her head quite vigorously, as if to clear the mental cobwebs. She coughed several times in succession and then concluded, "Jeremy... Jeremy... Jeremy saved... my life." She glanced back over her shoulder at me, her face a wreck from the ordeal. "Th-Thank you..." I... I did what? It did not dawn on me until Pamela spoke those words that indeed, I could have very well saved her life. In fact, I did. The wave which smacked Pamela in the face packed quite a wallop, and she had obviously been running out of breath (and time) while struggling beneath the water's surface. Despite that, I certainly did not feel like a hero. I was still angry at myself because Pamela had been in such a life-threatening situation in the first place. That was my fault. I should have prepared her better for the possibility of coming across a shark or a potentially dangerous creature. I should have also warned her of the significance of keeping all of her scuba equipment on until I said otherwise. "The dive is over," I announced, my left hand resting upon Pamela's shoulder. I patted her there several times and said, "Settle down, dear... everything is done with. You're safe." My voice turned more authoritative when I added, "You should never take your mask or regulator off when first reaching the surface after a dive until you look around." "I have been taken under da vater by unexpected waves many times ven I first come up," Kristanna chimed in. "Yew vant to see da surroundings and be prepared for dem before taking any of yewr equipment off. It be rule number one, ya." "I... I'm sorry, Jeremy..." Pamela shrieked, still hunched over upon her hands and knees. Then, she moved upright and slid both of her arms around my neck and shoulders. The young woman from Baltimore buried her face against my chest, still visibly shuddering in fright from the proceedings, and began to openly sob. Then, the full reality of the situation hit me. It hit me like an absolute ton of bricks. "Are yew going to be all right?" Kristanna asked Pamela. She nodded her head, though her face never left my chest. "I'll be okay. I... I just need... time." Pamela clutched me even tighter to her and reiterated, "You... saved... my life, Jeremy. You saved my life. Th-Thank you..." Unsure of what to do and/or say next, I glanced over at Trish and Kristanna. "Why don't you two go diving some more? I'll stay up here, top-side, with Pamela." "Are you sure?" Trish clarified. She appeared to be at a loss for words, too. No one could blame her. "Yes," I nodded. "You and Krissy go back down and enjoy yourselves for another 30 to 45 minutes. Pamela will be fine here with me. I promise you." "Go," Pamela simply told them, her right arm extended, with a single finger blindly pointed toward the water. "Yew positive?" Kristanna murmured. "Yes," I assured her. Trish and Kristanna shrugged their shoulders at each other before they both vanished into the watery depths a short time later. I was not worried about them at all. Meanwhile, I still had a very upset and rattled Pamela to deal with. This particular woman, I was extremely worried about. Pamela was crying much harder than before - letting all of the emotions of the past few minutes pour out - and had a vise-tight grip around me as well. Now, I really was speechless. I did not have a clue what to say. All I could do was embrace Pamela and hold her close in return, and do my absolute best to comfort and console her in what was obviously a time of great need. I was prepared to stay here and continue holding Pamela for the remainder of the day - if not all of eternity - if need be. <<<- End of Chapter 18 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever" (c) 2014 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP(at)Hotmail(dot)(com) - MSN Messenger (JeremyDCP(at)Hotmail(dot)(com)) - ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/JeremyDCP/ Feedback is always appreciated!