[[[-Island_Fever21.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ =========================\________________________________________________ Chapter 21: Rapprochment ------------------------------------------------ ========================================================================== Dear Applicant, Thank you for your interest in Project: Island Fever. My name is Jeremy and, as the overseer of this program, I am extremely pleased that you would like more information on spending six weeks of your life with me on the island that I call home in the South Pacific. To begin the application process, I respectfully request that you fill out the basic information sheet that you see below and mail it back to me by no later than December 31, 2012. If there are any questions that you prefer not to answer (or do not know the answer to), you may simply leave them blank. Once your basic information sheet is received, it will be evaluated and reviewed and, if it meets certain criteria, you will receive a more detailed application and accompanying questionnaire in the mail by no later than January 21, 2013. If you are one of the (only) six women who are ultimately chosen to take part in Project: Island Fever, you will be compensated for your time, effort and energy at no less than $100,000 USD. Much more information concerning compensation and what will be expected of you is available in the 19 page booklet that was also included in this mailing. If, for whatever reason, you are no longer interested in taking part in this project, simply discard this letter and do not respond. You will not be contacted/bothered again. I hope that you are interested, though, and that you take the time to fill out the following information sheet and send it back to me at the return address listed on the previous page. Remember, the deadline date is December 31, 2012! Thank you --- Jeremy [Last Name] Please answer the questions below in your own words: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FULL NAME: Pamela Annabeth [Last Name] ADDRESS: [Street Address] [City Name], MD [Zip Code] HOME TELEPHONE: (410)xxx-xxxx CELL TELEPHONE: (410)xxx-xxxx E-MAIL ADDRESS: [Username]@Yahoo.com BIRTHDATE: 1/5/1983 ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn WHERE BORN: Nottingham, MD FATHER NAME: John MOTHER NAME: Carol BROTHERS AND SISTERS, NAMES AND AGES: Two sisters - Paula (34) and Candice (26) PETS - WHAT KINDS AND NAMES: Hadley, a golden retriever dog HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE?: Yes DID/ARE YOU ATTEND/ING COLLEGE?: Yes IF YES, WHERE?: Towson University ARE YOU STILL ATTENDING?: Yes DID YOU GRADUATE?: No COLLEGE DEGREE?: No EMPLOYED AS: Exotic Dancer EMPLOYED WHERE: [Strip Club Name] in [City Name], MD LENGTH OF EMPLOYMENT: 11 years MOST PREVIOUS JOB (IF ANY): _McDonald's_ (1998-2002) --- PERSONAL STATISTICS --- HEIGHT: 5-6 COLOR HAIR: Blonde WEIGHT: 120 COLOR EYES: Brown SHIRT SIZE: Medium DRESS SIZE: 4 - 5 TROUSER, IN-SEAM: SHOE SIZE: 8-M MEASUREMENTS: 38D-24-35 RING SIZE: 4-1/2 --- FAVORITES --- ACTOR: Matt Damon ACTRESS: Mila Kunis SINGER: Christina Aguilera FOOD: Tacos! CITY: Washington, DC COUNTRY (OTHER THAN USA): ANIMAL: Dog FLOWER: Lilacs CAR: _Lotus Elise_ TV SHOW: _Game of Thrones_ MOVIE: _Titanic_ PERFUME: _Very Sexy_ by _Victoria's Secret_ COLOR: Yellow STYLE OF CLOTHES: Form-fitting? FAVORITE EVENING ON THE TOWN (DESCRIBE IN DETAIL): I'm not the type to go out often; a romantic night at home is more my style. But when I do go out, I prefer it to be fun. Perhaps a nice dinner and movie, then something simple like ice skating or a moonlit boat ride on the lake or in the ocean. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A MALE/FEMALE?: Honesty and sincerity are the two biggest traits. I want someone to look past what I do for a living and get to know and love me as a person. No luck so far. DESCRIBE YOUR CURRENT FANTASY IN DETAIL: To overcome the deficiencies that I have and achieve my potential as a human being. In my utopia I would not have to hide anything about myself, be it my job or otherwise. I would have the motivation to start and end tasks when they appear. My life would be free of stress and sleepless nights. I would be happy because I am productive and successful, and have a positive influence on friends and family alike. (I hope this question was not of the sexual nature. If so, sorry!) MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Years ago I was in the hospital recovering from surgery and was really amped up on medication. My mom and dad came to visit and I felt uncomfortable to be lying there in just a hospital gown in front of dad, so I decided to cover myself. I went to grab the sheet, but grabbed the hospital gown instead and pulled it right up to my neck. So there I was in all my naked glory, clutching the hospital gown tightly while my dad squirmed and did his best to look away. Being in a drug induced haze I slapped at my mom's hand as she tried to pull the gown back down, wondering why she would try to do such a thing (I thought I was clutching a bed sheet or cover). It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening; I felt embarassed and apologized to my dad for such an awkward situation. LIST SOME PREFERRED HOBBIES: READING! I LOVE to read! Give me any just about any book and I will be a happy gal. PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOURSELF AS A PERSON: I am a passive person. I am sweet. I think I am kind and gentle, too. I am not the impulsive type; I like to think things through and make informed decisions. I am conservative - especially with money. I have plenty of insecurities and sometimes dwell too much on them. And I hate it when others judge me. Doesn't everybody? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sighing, I took a deep breath and shook my head as I reviewed Pamela's initial application - dated 12/26/2012 - for the island here within my private suite. Following a highly emotional evening when Pamela claimed that she no longer wanted me to be in her life - because I eavesdropped on her and the others with the help of the voyeur room - preceded by the surprise proclamation of love between Kristanna and yours truly, I felt drained. Totally drained. I looked at the starter applications for all of the ladies quite often. I do not know exactly why, but it was a hobby of mine when given the opportunity. I even made mention of Devon's application in an earlier chapter. This morning, however, I had read and reviewed Pamela's personal file a countless number of times. What happened last night with her was quite painful. It was _beyond_ painful. Although I had every intention of pursuing a bona-fide relationship and commitment with Kristanna, I still felt horribly downtrodden and guilty because Pamela was so angry at me. Of course, she had every right to be. Who could blame her? I had betrayed Pamela's trust and violated her privacy - as well as all of the others' - by eavesdropping on them in their most private and intimate moments. A frown came to my face as I admired Pamela's stylish, elegant handwriting in blue upon the application. I never thought that I could have a worse, more pitiful feeling than I did when Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the altar for another woman some 20 years ago. The events of that fateful day nearly destroyed my psyche. Believe it or not, though, but Pamela being so horribly upset at me and my actions was much more damaging than what Victoria had ever done to me. I felt terrible because, essentially, I had hurt Pamela. That was the worst thing of all. _I_ was the one to blame. No one else was at fault. My wish was that I could have the opportunity to explain to Pamela that the voyeur room was nothing but a harmless kink of mine. I did not eavesdrop on her and the others with any malice in my heart. I did not sell the computer files and DVD discs for profit. Nor was there a feed of everything that happened here broadcasting live on the Internet. But I had literally zero chance of being able to convince Pamela of this because she refused to talk to me. Like any normal man if put in my position, I simply enjoyed watching the girls in their private moments. I do not believe that there is any man out there in the world who would not do the same, exact thing that I do if presented with the opportunity. The voyeur room gave me an additional insight to who all of the girls were as people. In my mind, at least, my voyeuristic tendencies were quite harmless. I did nothing wrong with the footage. Nothing at all. Was it wrong of me to eavesdrop on them in their private moments? Yes, it was. Absolutely. I was not disputing that. But things stopped there. The footage did not go beyond my eyes (or Kristanna's). The archives would not fall into the wrong hands. I would never allow it. Unfortunately, Pamela did not see things that way. Even worse, she absolutely refused to speak with me anymore. Thus, I did not even have the opportunity to get her to see things my way. Someone who once had pure, genuine feelings for me now hated me with a passion. It was all my fault. Pamela had originally come to my room last night, I presume, to profess her undying love and devotion for me. That was the general vibe I got, at least, judging by her conversation with Trish from the central room just moments earlier. I kind of messed that whole thing up, huh? "Where is Kristanna?" I asked out loud, glancing at my wristwatch. My Norwegian angel said at 8:03am that she was going off to the kitchen to grab us an early breakfast - perhaps a couple of doughnuts and some milk. That was 15 minutes ago. Kristanna should have been back by now. Curious, I took another deep breath and then glanced at the opposite wall, which concealed the voyeur room. After a moment or two of thought, I nodded my head and slowly rose to my feet. The voyeur room would tell me where Kristanna - plus my milk and doughnuts morning snack - was. That was another thing. I skipped dinner last evening and now, as a result, felt incredibly hungry. * * * A short time later, my eyes swelled with an equal amount of interest and fright as I spotted Kristanna engaged with Pamela in what appeared to be a heated argument on one of the surveillance monitors here within the voyeur room. From my initial glance, at least, it seemed as if Kristanna was giving Pamela a hard lecture in the foyer. "Go away, Kristanna!" Pamela demanded, obviously upset. Defiant, the 23-year-old shook her head and snapped, "I am sorry, but I am not about to go away. Think about what you are doing, Pamela. Think about what you are saying. Get a grip on yourself! You don't want to leave Jeremy." "Go away!" Pamela insisted once more, her arms now folded. "Are you really going to leave Jeremy?" "It's not fair that he spies on us!" "Who cares about fair? It is love, Pamela. Love. Love is not fair sometimes, but it is still there. It is the single, greatest feeling in the whole, wide world. You and Jeremy are so right for one another. Why give that up?" "What do you think I should do?" Pamela huffed. "Should I go back to Jeremy and throw my arms around him, forgive him?" "I see no reason why you shouldn't." "I don't know who Jeremy is!" Pamela roared. "I thought I did, but I don't. I cannot believe that he spies on us! No decent, upstanding man would do such a thing!" Kristanna shifted her weight from one foot to the other and stared at Pamela with both hands on her hips. "Jeremy is the type of man that comes around once in a lifetime. I know that, Pamela, and so do you. He would do anything for you. He would risk everything to be with you." Kristanna hesitated for a moment, then added, "And you're about to walk away from him because you don't like a little kink of his?" "A LITTLE KINK?" Pamela erupted. "I mean, seriously? Is that what you call it? A LITTLE KINK?" "Yes. And a harmless one at that." It was at this moment in time when I fully realized that Kristanna was attempting to reconcile Pamela with me. That was great and everything... but why would Kristanna want to do that? After last night, at least, Kristanna and I had mutually agreed to pursue a relationship with each other from now on. Had she changed her mind? "If Jeremy is not the one for you, Pamela, walk away. Break the man's heart. You just BETTER MAKE SURE that you do not have any second thoughts about it, because there is no coming back. Myself, I do know that Jeremy thinks the absolute world of you. I have known the man for four years. Four years! I have never seen him any happier than he has been when with you during these past couple of weeks. You want to give everything up, Pamela, all because you do not like a small portion of who he is as a whole person?" Kristanna shook her and added, "If so... then you are crazy. You are crazy, and stupid. VERY stupid." "I am not stupid!" "I love Jeremy, Pamela. I want him to be happy. It is all that I have ever wanted for him. He is a wonderful man, a great man who would do anything to make you happy. How many times have you told me this yourself? Never again will you find a man who is more sincere, thoughtful and loving than Jeremy. HOW MANY TIMES have you told me that same, exact thing? How many times have you talked in such glowing terms about him to your two best friends on the island, Trish and Amy? Have they ever disagreed with you?" "Think about what you are giving up," Kristanna continued, her speech strong, and full of passion. "If there is any part of you that still wants to love Jeremy, find it, and draw from it. Dig deep and find it." "But I can guarantee you one thing, Pamela. Go home like you claim that you want to do. Do it. A week from now, you are going to be so incredibly mad at yourself for making the single, biggest mistake of your entire life." "Think about all of the many times since you and I met each other that you have told me how attracted you are to Jeremy. Think about all of the times that you have told me that he is the sweetest and most wonderful man you have ever met. No man could be more wonderful than Jeremy. You have told me that a COUNTLESS number of times. Think about it, Pamela. Use your brain. DON'T DO THIS. DON'T LEAVE." "Go ahead if you want to," Kristanna sniped, pointing toward the closed door of the foyer. "Go ahead and leave. _LEAVE_! Go back to your life in Maryland. Go back to the strip club where you bump and grind on stranger's lap after stranger's lap for dollar bills, and maybe the occasional five or ten. Go back to your old life and get treated like an inanimate object by every single customer you talk to and come across. Go back to it!" Kristanna nodded her head for emphasis. "If you think that life is better than what Jeremy - as well as myself - would provide you with here on the island, be my guest. Go right ahead, and go home. I will wish you the best." Finally able to get a word in edge-wise, Pamela stayed on the defensive by countering, "You don't think that Jeremy is doing anything wrong with all those hidden video cameras?" "No." Pamela threw her arm out in pure anger and huffed, "Well, of course you don't think so! You are in on it with him! You know all about him spying on us!" "You already know that you and all of the other girls were brought here because Jeremy was hoping to meet his eventual bride," Kristanna said. "The original intent of the voyeur room - that is what we call it - was that Jeremy could listen in to what everyone said about him behind his back. The man is worth two billion dollars in American money, Pamela. He wanted to be sure that whomever he chose to be with liked him for the type of person that he is... NOT his bank account." "Money never once entered into my line of thinking when it came to Jeremy!" Pamela seemed even more upset now. "I could care less if he has two billion dollars or two cents! All I have ever wanted is someone who is nice and loving... someone who treats me good. Someone who is HONEST! Until last night, I thought that person was Jeremy!" "No man is more honest than Jeremy." "_BULLSHIT_!" Pamela exploded, which caused me to hang my head low here in the voyeur room. Obviously, she was very angry now. I had never heard Pamela use such a hateful tone of voice - or that specific word - until just now. "How did he lie to you?" Kristanna insisted. "How was he dishonest with you? Everything that man has said to you, Pamela, has been the God's honest truth. The one thing that he held back from you - the voyeur room - he fessed up about it. But he was honest about it. It took some time, yes, but he eventually fessed up about it and came clean. Jeremy NEVER ONCE lied to you. He would NEVER lie to you." Pamela folded her arms and glared at Kristanna. "I do not see how you can possibly stand up for him like this!" "The voyeur room made Jeremy notice you and realize that your feelings for him were totally pure and sincere a lot quicker than he would have without it," Kristanna advised her. "Jeremy is paranoid, Pamela. Anyone with the amount of money that he has is paranoid when it comes to dating and relationships. But thanks to the voyeur room, he heard all of the many wonderful things that you said about him to the others on the island. About how you were in love with him from the very outset. Jeremy's ultimate fear is that he will fall in love with some gold-digger who cares only about his money and not him, marry her and then, a year or two later, she files for divorce and cleans out his bank account. That would probably not hurt him all that much. What WOULD hurt him, though, is that he thought the woman was in love with him when, in fact, she wasn't. Jeremy is in no condition to have his heart broken AGAIN." Kristanna paused for a brief moment, then continued, "He wants the same things out of life that you do, Pamela. The same, exact things. He wants to be loved. He wants to know that the love is pure and sincere. Jeremy wants to be happy. That man cares about you so very much. YOU care about him." Upset, Pamela actually growled like a wild animal. "You keep going on about Jeremy and how wonderful he is. You say I should look past this ONE LITTLE INDISCRETION of his... a LITTLE KINK you called it, I believe. Let me tell you something - spying on us with hidden cameras is NOT a LITTLE INDISCRETION. It is NOT a minor thing." "Being a stripper for the past 11 years is not a minor thing, either." With those words, Kristanna seemed to upset Pamela even more. "But you know what? Jeremy looked past it. Jeremy looked right past the fact that you are a stripper, Pamela. He looked past the fact that you have bumped and ground your ass - your MONEY-MAKER - over tens of thousands of cocks throughout the years." Now, Pamela brought a hand to her face and almost started to cry. Ashamed, she hid her face from Kristanna. "Jeremy looked past that," the Norwegian continued. "He looked past that indiscretion of yours and all he really saw was a warm, beautiful, friendly woman with a pretty smile and a heart of pure gold. He also saw a woman who, just like him, was lonely, and in need of some serious T-L-C." "Jeremy doesn't look at you as a stripper, Pamela. He isn't wired that way. Jeremy doesn't even THINK of you as a stripper. You know what he envisions you as? A librarian. Jeremy says you would make a good librarian." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and said, "Considering how much you love books, I really cannot disagree with him on that." "In fact, Jeremy looks past the indiscretions of almost EVERYONE," she continued. "He refuses to look at you as a stripper, Pamela. He told me that he never even wants you to give him a lap dance again - no matter how much it turns him on. Look at Amy. Jeremy keeps saying that she is a good and genuine person. I do not want to say that he ignores it, but he looks past the fact that Amy is trying to manipulate Lindsay for her own greed. He looks past the fact that Amy is so brash and can be so offensive at times, and all he sees is this good and genuine person that we keep hearing she is." "That is one of my favorite things of all about Jeremy," Kristanna mused. "All he sees is the good in people. It has hurt him in the past and others have took advantage of him because of it, but I still think it is a wonderful quality for him to have. I do not believe you would take advantage of it, Pamela. I know I wouldn't. Neither would Devvy." There was 10 seconds of total silence between them. "Look, I am not going to stand here and argue with you any longer," Kristanna declared, rubbing her bleary eyes with two balled fists. "If you REALLY want to go home, neither Jeremy nor myself will stand in your way. But know this - Jeremy wants you to stay. I want you to stay. Myself, _I_ am not EVER going to leave Jeremy again. I love the man and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I have no plans of going back to Norway unless he is with me." "But think about it, Pamela. There is a real possibility of something so special between us, Pamela... the FOUR of us. Me, you, Devvy and Jeremy. It will take a lot of work... but given time, the four of us could be a family. We would treat you with all of the love and respect that you could handle. MORE than you could handle, in fact. Jeremy loves you with all of his heart and soul. I could easily learn to feel the same way. So could Devvy." Tears began to form within Kristanna's eyes as she finished, "I believe that it would be a really big mistake on your part if you passed this opportunity up, and let it go by the wayside." Holding back her own flow of tears, Pamela sighed and glanced downward. I did not know whether or not those strong words had changed her mind, but Pamela was clearly somewhat shaken and not near as angry as before. I was quickly learning that Kristanna had a way with words! "Find the part of yourself that wants to love Jeremy," Kristanna reiterated. "Find it, and draw from it. Else, you will be making the biggest mistake of your life by leaving him, and going home." Kristanna sniffed her nose and added, "I don't want you to go back to that strip club. Jeremy is right - you are SO MUCH BETTER than that." "I want you to stay here, so we can take care of you, and give you what you rightly deserve. The four of us... we could take care of each other. We could be so happy, Pamela. So happy. IF Jeremy did anything wrong or sneaky with the voyeur room, _I_ would not allow him to continue to use it. I would never stand for it. You must realize that!" Kristanna turned and pointed toward the exit of the foyer. "I'm going back to Jeremy's room. I can't say anything more to try and convince you that Jeremy is, indeed, a great guy. It is your choice, Pamela. Go back home to Maryland if you want. Jeremy and I could have you on an airline flight back to the United States this afternoon if you wish. "I... I hope you decide to stay, though. Jeremy loves you. I could easily fall in love with you, too. So could Devvy. You have the possibility of THREE PEOPLE who would give anything at all to make you happy. I hope you realize that. Isn't being happy all you have ever wanted?" Kristanna wiped an excess of tears away from her eyes and sniffed her nose again. "I will be in Jeremy's room if you reach your decision. If anything, I hope that you take some time to think about it beforehand. You leave this island, Pamela, and there is no coming back. You leave... not only will you break Jeremy's heart, but worst of all... you will break your own heart. Please... think about it." With those words, Kristanna turned and exited the foyer. * * * Once it became clear that Kristanna was returning to my personal suite - instead of grabbing a few doughnuts and a glass of milk from the kitchen as she originally intended - I rose out of my chair and quickly exited the voyeur room. I promptly went to the entrance of my private bedroom, and waited for Kristanna to make an appearance at the other end of the long corridor. When she did, I rushed forward and closed the distance between us, and hugged her fiercely. "Did you watch?" was her question, as she clutched me with both arms in return. "Yes," I answered, planting a simple kiss upon her cheek. "Most of it, at least. I saw what I needed to see." "Is Pamela coming here, too?" "I don't know," I said, which brought a definite frown to Kristanna's face. "I left the voyeur room right after your little talk with her was over." After ending the embrace and stepping back, I placed a hand under Kristanna's chin and gazed into her tear-stained eyes. "You are the one who is perfect for me, sweetheart. No one else but you." I kissed away a few of those tears and smiled, "You are _my girl_." "I believe that the three of us - me, you and Devvy - are perfect for each other," the young woman corrected me. "But you care for and love Pamela very deeply as well, Jeremy. Because of that, Pamela deserves every opportunity to be a part of our life as well." "You'd be happy with a four-way relationship?" "Yes," she nodded. "Maybe even a four-way marriage." My eyes wide, I allowed those powerful words to sink in and register as I stared at Kristanna for several seconds. I really liked this aggressive and forthright side of her. "We will probably have to tell Devon about the voyeur room eventually as well. It is very possible that she has the same reaction Pamela did - if not worse." "You don't need to worry about that." "Oh?" I wondered. "Why is that?" "I told Devon about the voyeur room last week." "YOU DID WHAT?" I exclaimed, literally jumping out of my shoes and hitting the ceiling. "WH... WHY?" "Don't worry about it, Jeremy," Kristanna responded, even giggling at my reaction. "I told Devvy all about the voyeur room last week. I have been preparing the three of us for a long-term relationship. I told her all about it, and she is fine. You have nothing to worry about." "Devon is FINE?" I blurted out, still shocked at what Kristanna had said to me. "What was her reaction?" "Very upset at first, but we talked about it," Kristanna nodded. "I explained to her many of the same things that I just did to Pamela. Eventually, Devvy changed her mind completely. After giving everything some thought, Devvy said you spying on all of us was kind of hot." "HOT?" I was dumbfounded. "Any other man doing it except for you, she would have been offended," the 23-year-old explained. "But Devvy quickly realized, Jeremy, that you would never do anything wrong with the footage. She said that knowing that YOU were watching her as she had sex with the others... it really turned her on." "Wow..." was all I could say in response, my eyes wide. "ÄuGud... nei!" Kristanna suddenly exploded in her native tongue, even stepping away from me and looking angry. "What?" I wondered, confused. She shook her head and frowned at me. "_Oh God... no_. That is what I said. I forgot your milk and doughnuts! I am so sorry, Jeremy! I was on my way to the kitchen when I came across Pamela. She was still very mad from last night, obviously, and then we started arguing a bit." Kristanna frowned again and appeared somewhat antsy. "Can you forgive me, Jeremy? I will go to the kitchen and get your food now." "That will not be necessary," I gently remarked, glancing over Kristanna's shoulder at the person who suddenly appeared at the far end of the corridor. Once Kristanna realized that I was fixated on a certain individual over her shoulder, she quickly turned her head around and groaned at the sight. "Pamela!" With a collection of tears all her own, Pamela meandered forward and looked at both of us with a distant, troubled expression on her face. Kristanna quickly broke away from me and went over to Pamela, only to throw both arms around her in a wild, emotional embrace. More tears streaked down Pamela's face as she returned Kristanna's embrace with one of her own. I got the sense that Pamela was going to say... "I'm so s-sorry, Je-Jeremy." Pamela rubbed her hands over and across Kristanna's back several times in succession, but kept her eyes trained upon me. "Kr-Kri-Kristanna is right... I... I should h-have never doubted your w-words in the first place, J-Jeremy." A wide, ear-to-ear smile came to my own face as Pamela added, "I would be h-honored if you were to be gracious to allow me into your life..." "Of course!" Kristanna exclaimed, overcome with happiness. "Jeremy has to agree to it, too," Pamela murmured, her eyes studying me intently. She released Kristanna from her arms and slowly stepped my way. The tears really started to flow once she closed the distance between us and pined, "I'm so sorry for slapping you across the face like I did last night, Jeremy. I... I've never done anything like that, b-before." "Come here," I said, my arms extended. Pamela immediately stepped into them and we shared our own loving embrace. At the same time, Kristanna held both hands to her mouth and looked at us with an equal mixture of relief and joy on her face. Soon, she stepped forward to join us, and gently patted Pamela upon the back of her shoulder. "What made you change your mind, honey?" Pamela turned and looked at Kristanna directly in the eyes. "You did." She grasped Kristanna's right hand with her own and forged a smile. "Just... if you say that neither of you use that secret room in a bad way, I... I believe you. I... I WANT to believe you. I NEED to believe you. I really have no reason NOT to believe you. It just... it took me a little time to... to re-realize... that." With her back turned to me, I placed my hands on either side of Pamela's waist and rested my chin where her arm and shoulder met, near her neck. At the same time, she reached back with her left arm and hooked it around my torso. I kissed her neck and murmured, "There is no need for you to apologize to me, sweetheart. I deserved to be slapped." Kristanna giggled and suddenly brought an open palm up and held it just a couple of inches from my exposed face. "I will be happy to slap you if you want, Jeremy! I will have lots of fun doing it, too!" Ahh... that legendary sense of humor. Kristanna was a Godsend for me. "I think he has been slapped enough," Pamela frowned. Kristanna made a fist and warned me with a grin, "I'll put a pop-knot on your forehead big enough to hang a spare tire on." I chuckled at her words as she soon added, "I'll be on you, Jeremy, like ants on a fish head." This time, I started laughing. She waved her fist at me and ended with, "I'll go through you like fear through the French army." I shook my head at her and laughed again. "Priceless..." Kristanna put her hand down and gazed into Pamela's brown eyes. "Did you tell anyone else about the voyeur room?" Pamela shook her head and looked back my way for a brief instant. "No. Jeremy made me promise to keep it a secret before he showed it to me. Otherwise, I guess, he was not going to show me the room. I... I have never broken a promise in my life. I never will, either." "That's good," Kristanna nodded. "There would be a riot here right now if the others knew about the voyeur room. We are not doing anything bad with it, Pamela. Nothing bad at all. In fact..." Kristanna paused and brought a hand to Pamela's face. "Let me take you into the voyeur room and show you around it. It's quite the interesting place." Pamela shook her head and fretted, "Oh... I don't know if that is such a good idea..." Kristanna smiled and winked an eye at her. "Pamela, do you remember the first time that you and Jeremy had sex? It was your second day here, and it took place in the library." "Uh huh," Pamela nodded, curious. "Do you remember telling me how exciting it was? How memorable of an experience it was for you? And how you wish that you could re-live it again?" "Yeah..." Kristanna smiled once more. "You _CAN_ re-live it. We have the whole encounter on file and DVD in the voyeur room. I have watched it five or six times already, myself, because of that LONG discussion you and Jeremy had even before laying a finger on each other. It was so touching. Jeremy was a true gentleman to you; he treated with you so much respect during that conversation. It captured his essence so well." "You have it on video?" "Oh yes," Kristanna reiterated, wrapping an arm around Pamela's shoulder and guiding her toward my personal suite. "In fact, Pamela, I made a little video out of it. I have it from six different angles on one of the DVD discs. I would LOVE to show it to you if you are interested in it." Kristanna giggled and added, "I guess this means that you are a porn star now! Pamela the porn star!" Pamela let loose with an uncomfortable laugh. "Porn star? I am not all too certain that I like the sound of that." She then took a deep breath and mused, "I... I am really going to try and keep an open mind about that secret room." Kristanna escorted Pamela into the luxury suite as I followed close behind them in tow. "I will even show you a few of the private conversations that Jeremy and I have had about you. You will hear Jeremy tell me how incredible of a person he thinks you are. About how he wants to sweep you off of your feet and rescue you from your life in Maryland, and treat you like a princess. We have EVERYTHING that happens on this island at our disposal." Kristanna glanced back at me. "Mind if I show Pamela those videos?" "Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. As Kristanna then led Pamela into the voyeur room, which was still open from earlier, I placed a hand on my stomach and commented, "I think I will go off to the kitchen and get my own early breakfast." Both ladies glanced back my way as I asked them, "Would either of you like something to eat?" Pamela shook her head. "No, Jeremy. I am fine... but thank you for asking." "Krissy?" "No thank you, Jeremy. I think that having Pamela with me will keep my mind away from the fact I am hungry until it is time for the regular ten o'clock breakfast." She glanced at her wristwatch and commented, "It's only 90 minutes away." "Can I ask you a question?" Pamela said to Kristanna. "Of course." "What happened to your accent?" Kristanna and I looked at each other, then laughed... * * * When I stepped into the kitchen no more than five minutes later, I was immediately captivated by the sight of Amy, who looked downright scintillating. The insatiable vixen - even at this very early hour of the morning - was decked-out in a short, little mini-skirt, which had a base color of white, along with frilly red flower designs scattered all over it. The tiny mini-skirt was quite a snug fit, so needless to say, it displayed the full shape and contours of Amy's luscious hips in a most enticing manner. Her sleek, graceful legs, which were encased beautifully in dark stockings, were also accentuated to the greatest extent by a sinful pair of spiked high-heeled shoes. In just one word, Amy looked incredible. Of all of the women here on the island, I liked Amy in a mini-skirt the most. Why? Amy loved wearing them because she was such a relentless flirt and tease. It also helped that she had a plump, round ass. Covered by a tight, little mini-skirt, that sweet ass would jiggle and twitch with each and every step, as her hips swayed from side-to-side. Add in a sexy, little strut, and Amy was in her flirting element. But Amy was rarely one to disappoint with what she chose to wear above the waist, too. In addition to the sexy white mini-skirt with the red flower designs, Amy was wearing a red silk blouse which was also a very tight fit. The shape of her full, firm breasts were clearly featured and outlined by the blouse. Each big, luscious globe would invariably bounce and jiggle beneath the silky, sheer material with every single move that Amy made. In short, Amy was a walking _T & A Show_ whose physical beauty and features were the stuff that legends were made of. It was a very rare occurrence when Amy failed to leave a long and lasting impression no matter where she went. Amy could aptly be described as the embodiment of many-a-man's ultimate fantasy girl. With the body of a lingerie model and the legs of a showgirl, Amy stood 5-foot-6 and weighed 130 pounds. She had a remarkable 36d-25-36 figure and the type of cover-girl face that any man would love to _unload_ on! After admiring Amy from afar for perhaps 15 seconds as she stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for something in the microwave to finish heating up, I decided to make my presence known. "Hi Amy," I offered in a cordial voice, a smile also upon my face. "What are you doing up so early?" I smiled at her and added, "I hope all is well with you." Amy turned her head and promptly frowned at me. Her eyes went narrow for a split-second - in anger? - before she quickly glanced away from me. Was Amy mad at me? If so... why? Did Pamela tell her and the others about the voyeur room? No... Pamela said that she did not. But did Amy hear Pamela and Kristanna arguing about the voyeur room earlier? What other possible reason would Amy have to be mad at me? Nothing else really came to mind. "Is something wrong?" Amy slowly turned her head toward me and looked at me with hurt eyes. Now, there was no doubt that she was upset. In fact... angry. "Yes Jeremy... something is wrong." "What?" I asked, stepping further into the kitchen and eventually closing the distance between us. I said a silent prayer to the high Heavens that Amy - nor anyone else, for that matter - did not know about the voyeur room. "What is wrong, sweetheart? Did someone hurt you?" "You did." Uh oh. "How?" I asked, gulping my throat. Amy swung her arm outward and pined, "You walked out on my birthday party last night!" "Your... bir-birthday party? I... I did?" _OH_! Although I was glad that Amy seemed to know nothing of the voyeur room or its existence, my eyes narrowed anyway and I looked at her in concern. Amy was right. I did walk out on her birthday party last evening. Even worse, I did not return. In fact - with the wild events of the past 12 hours or so - first Pamela slapping me, then Kristanna and I pledging our love for one another, and finally the emotional reconciliation with Pamela - I had all but forgotten that Amy even had a birthday. For that, I felt downright terrible. "I am sorry, Amy," I offered, placing my hands on her shoulders and gently grasping them. "I'm not going to lie to you and come up with a poor excuse. Really, I have no excuse. I am so very sorry, sweetheart." "Why didn't you come back to the party after you went looking for Lindsay?" I let out a loud sigh and shook my head in response. "I had a horrible argument with Pamela that left me... feeling really bad. I thought for awhile that she wanted nothing at all to do with me anymore. Kristanna showed up a little bit later and we started talking. I was feeling really bad. Eventually... Kristanna and I fell asleep." "What happened between you and Pamela?" I shook my head once again. "What happened is not all that important. What is important, though, is that she and I have patched things up. We are back together." I rubbed Amy's shoulder and continued, "Still, that is no excuse. It was despicable of me not return to your birthday party. I pull no punches or offer any excuses on the subject." Amy sighed and glanced away from me for a moment. "Oh... you weren't the only one. As things wound up, Camille was the only one who stayed for the entire duration of my party. Lindsay stormed out because all of us were poking too much fun at her with her comments about canned tuna. She never came back. You went out searching for her, I guess, but you never came back either. Pamela got mad at Devon and Krissy about something, then SHE walked out, too. Never came back. Krissy then said that she had to go off and find you, Jeremy. SHE never came back. A few minutes later, Devon told us that she was gonna search for you and Kristanna. And bingo, you guessed it... Devon never came back, either." Apparently, Amy was holding back the tears now. "Trish did not even bother to show up at all. Said that she was sick with the flu. If it was her birthday - short of being in the hospital - I would have been there no matter how sick I was." Amy covered her eyes and sobbed, "I guess th-that shows just what everyone here r-really thinks about m-me! Everyone except Camille walked out on my birthday party! Or, in Trish's case... did not even bother to sh-show up!" "Hey..." I countered, now feeling a tremendous amount of sympathy for Amy, as I brought her into my arms and embraced her in a friendly manner. At the same time, I was extremely angry at myself. No matter what happened to me last night, how could I have forgotten about Amy's birthday party? How would I feel if the roles were reversed, and everyone had walked out during my birthday party? Just as bad as Amy... "I can only speak for Pamela, Kristanna and myself," were my words. "Again, I offer no excuses. None for any of us. But last night... it was a very emotional time for all of us. I thought that Pamela hated me. For awhile, she did hate me. Kristanna showed up and she was there to comfort me when I needed her most. I... I was crying last night, Amy. That is how bad it was for me. Again, I am not offering you an excuse. I am just saying what happened. Kristanna and I said things to each other last night that were... they were several years in the making. Both of us cried, really, and we wound up falling asleep in each others' arms." "What about when Lindsay left?" Amy lamented, still very upset. "Pamela? Devon? Trish did not even show up!" "I can only imagine that, because Pamela was so horribly angry at me, she wanted to be left alone last evening," was my response. "Again, that is not an excuse for her." I placed my hand on the back of Amy's head and gently mused, "All I can really do is say that I am sorry. Would there... is there any possible way that I can make it up to you?" Her green eyes totally saturated with tears, Amy pulled her head away from my shoulder and frowned at me. "No..." "Amy..." I pleaded with her. "You know full well that I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I would never do anything to hurt ANY of you girls on purpose. I care about all of you too much. Words will never describe how horrible I feel inside or how sorry I am that I did not come back to your party. Please let me make it up to you." "You should have never left the party in the first place!" Amy screamed, her voice raising several octaves with every word. "You should have just let Lindsay go on her merry, little way, instead of leaving to go and search for her! YOU were the one who started everyone else leaving!" "She was angry at the way you and the others were making fun of her, Amy. The only reason that I went searching for Lindsay is because, in all honesty, I wanted to settle her down and have her come BACK to the party. But Pamela found me and everything went downhill from there. I am very sorry, dear, but I will do whatever I can to make it up to you." "Yesterday was my _31st_ birthday," Amy commented, still visibly upset. "Instead of being HOME in Ohio with all of my friends and family where I should be, I find myself on an island thousands and thousands away where everyone - except Camille - either walked out on my party or simply chose not to attend it at all!" Amy seemed to become even more agitated once she sniped at me, "How do you think that makes me feel, Jeremy? HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?" "I'm sure that it doesn't make you feel good," I frowned. "But please... let me do something to make it up to you, Amy. Anything. I don't want anyone to be mad at me." Amy thought things over for a moment, only to then pout at me and shake her head in disapproval. "I am very sorry, Jeremy, but there is nothing that you can do. There are some things in this world that, no matter what, you just cannot be forgiven for. This is one of them." With those words, Amy turned her back to me and walked off in an exasperated huff. Stunned, I simply stood there and watched her until she exited the kitchen. Amy did not even wait for whatever she had in the microwave to finish. I could not believe that Amy refused to accept my apology. Aside from Amy, my first thought was naturally of Pamela and Kristanna. Since both of the ladies were in the voyeur room right now, I figured that they had listened in and eavesdropped on my discussion with Amy. Thus, Pamela had just been given a first-hand lesson on what a powerful and, at least for me, addictive tool the voyeur room could be. I wondered what her thoughts were on the subject. My only hope with Amy was that much like Pamela, she would accept my apology and forgive me as time went on. Although I understood Amy's anger and would most likely feel the same, exact way if the roles were reversed, I still held out hope that she would eventually overlook my horrendous mistake. I could never deal with anyone being mad at me... <<<- End of Chapter 21 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "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!