[[[-Island_Fever27.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ =======================\__________________________________________________ Chapter 27: Resolution -------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== Pamela took a deep breath and sighed rather dejectedly. "What happened between us, Jeremy? What went wrong?" Confused, I tilted my head at her. "What do you mean?" "You and I were as hot of an item as any two people could possibly be during my first couple of days on the island," Pamela began. "I remember the way that you talked to me... the way that you treated me. You made me feel so special, Jeremy. For those few days, at least, I was on cloud nine. I was never happier in my whole, entire life. Like, ever." "I know that the circumstances are very different now," I told her. "But the opportunity for you to feel that way once again is still there, sweetheart. It always has been. And it always will be. You do know that, right?" She shook her head at me. "Once I thought everything was perfect between you and I, you and Devon were suddenly a hot item. I see you spending so much time with her, and I wonder to myself why you are not spending it with me instead. What did I do wrong? DID I do anything wrong? Did I do anything to make you like me less? I don't think I did." Pamela shook her head yet again. "Do you remember our first time alone together, Jeremy? It was in the library. Remember? It was AMAZING. I was ready to marry you right then and there, and run off with you into the wild blue yonder. I was already that much in love. I never felt so strong about someone, so fast. I was under the impression you felt the same way about me, but apparently you didn't." "First I was competing with Devon," she continued. "That was hard enough. But then, all of a sudden and totally out of the blue, you are engaged to Kristanna." Pamela laughed, then tossed both hands in the air and gave me an exaggerated look. "I mean... really? I know Kristanna is your friend and all. I do. But you want to marry her now instead?" Clearly agitated, Pamela shrugged her shoulders and asked, "What did I do wrong along the way? What happened to what you and I were building together those first few days?" "What are you talking about?" was my only response. I was a bit confused (not to mention perplexed) as to where Pamela was going with this long diatribe of hers. "US!" she exclaimed. "You say that you care about me. You want to be with me. You make references to commitment and marriage with me. Then, you are chasing after Devon. I find myself competing with her for your attention. Then two weeks later, you and Kristanna are suddenly engaged and, not only that, but Devon is getting involved too and she will ultimately make it a three-way marriage. Did I do something wrong, Jeremy, to make you lose sight of me the way you did?" Now, Pamela was very upset. "Because if I did, I sure as HELL would like to know what it was." "You did nothing wrong," I answered, my voice hollow. "It was hard enough to have to compete with Devon for your attention at the beginning," Pamela frowned. "It was even harder with Kristanna constantly in your ear, telling you how sweet and wonderful Devon is, and how she is such a perfect fit for you. But now? NOW? There is no way I could compete with them both. I think I have a lot to offer, but I'm just one person. I cannot compete with both of them. It shows, too. You have all but left me behind, in the dust." "Who said you had to compete?" I asked her, feeling hurt and distressed. I never thought I would have a discussion such as this with Pamela. "You've been offered an equal spot in the relationship. Kristanna, Devon, myself... we all want you to stay here for the long haul, and be a part of our lives. We want you to be a permanent fixture." "I know about the theme of your island, Jeremy." Now, Pamela was seething. "I told you from the very beginning that I had no problem with you spending time with the other girls. I was not going to become jealous at all, even though I wanted to pursue a monogamous, one-on-one relationship with you. But come on, Jeremy! You tell me that you want to be with me... care about me. But the next thing I know, you've got your head shoved up Devon's ass and you're following her around like a lost puppy." My eyes narrowed in displeasure at that comment as she continued, "And THEN... oh yes... the Norwegian princess, Kristanna, finally tells you of her true feelings - AND her fake accent, I must remind you - and all is well in the world of Jeremy. You've found your SOUL-MATE!" "I'm not quite sure what you're trying to tell me." Pamela folded her arms and glared at me. "Got a wedding date picked out yet?" "No, not yet..." "Kristanna had this whole thing planned ALL ALONG," Pamela sniped. "Her favorite girl was Devon. Kristanna fell in love with Devon from the very outset. She made sure that you fell in love with Devon too - even if it meant kicking me to the curb in the process. Then, Kristanna saw her opportunity and she pounced on it like a hungry lion. She snapped you up, Jeremy. Now instead of a wife - which is all you've ever really wanted, remember - you get to have TWO. And Kristanna gets what she wanted all along, which is to be married to you with some pussy on the side." "You make Krissy out to be all vindictive and cunning," I shot back, upset myself. "Both you and I know that isn't true, Pamela." Some pussy on the side? That was how Pamela thought Kristanna viewed Devon? Did she not realize just how much Kristanna and Devon were in love with each other? All she had to do was watch them interact for five minutes. Not only was it pure magic, but it was also true love. "The circumstances were unique, I agree, but nothing Krissy did was cold or calculated," I added, continuing to defend my fiancee. "Things just sort of happened a certain way, and we find ourselves here today. But I... I don't... I don't understand. You. We want YOU to be part of the relationship, Pamela. We want you to be part of our lives. _I_ want you to be a part..." "I may sound bitter and jealous, but I'm not," Pamela told me. "I'm really not. Nor am I saying one bad word about Kristanna... or even Devon, for that matter. You may think I am, but I am not. I have nothing against them as people. They did... they did what they had to do... to win your affection. It took two of them, though, to beat me out." Pamela took a deep breath and then proclaimed, "What I am ultimately saying, however, is that I do not want to be a part of the little harem that you want to develop." "Harem?" I was dumbfounded now. "HUH?" "What happened to us, Jeremy?" she reiterated. "You and I were supposed to be together. The lonely recluse who has spent two decades in hiding, and the equally lonely stripper who lost her faith in the rest of humanity long ago. We were supposed to come together, Jeremy, and make each other happy. We were supposed to pick each other up, dust each other off, and then ride off into the sunset together. We were supposed to have babies and grow old together. It was our destiny. So, what happened? Why did our relationship fail?" "It is still there if you want it, Pamela." "With Kristanna and Devon involved, too?" she huffed. "If we could work everything out and the four of us were in agreement about everything... yes," I answered. "But it seems as if you have some sort of vendetta against Krissy and Devon. So, right now, I doubt things would work out." "I do not have a vendetta against them," Pamela insisted. "Both of them are really nice, good girls. They are real sweethearts. I just... I don't look at them the way you do, Jeremy. They are beautiful girls and yes, I admit, there is a physical attraction for me there. I would be lying if I said there wasn't. But I have no emotional attraction toward either of them. I do not want to settle into a relationship where there is no emotional attachment. Plus, I just do not believe in the idea of three- or four-way relationships. A girl would have to be really special for me to even consider such a thing. I don't view Kristanna or Devon as special. In fact, the ONLY girl that I could myself sharing you with in a long-term relationship is Amy." "Amy?" I countered, surprised. "Yes... Amy," Pamela confirmed. "Amy has been my friend and had my back since day one. I trust her." "You care about me, and I care about you," were my words. "Give it some time, Pamela. Give it time. It might take a few weeks, maybe a month or two, or maybe even a year. But give it some time. I think you could start to develop those feelings and emotions that you speak of, and fall in love with both Krissy and Devon. I really do." "That is just IT though, Jeremy!" the 30-year-old snapped back. "See, you DO NOT understand! I DO NOT WANT to fall in love with them. The way I look at it, Kristanna and Devon both stole the man that I love right from underneath my nose. They plucked him away and ran off like two thieves in the middle of the night!" Her face suddenly awash with an onslaught of tears, Pamela used the back of her hand to wipe some of the excess away. "Ca-Can't you see th-that?" Ever have the feeling that someone just jammed a knife straight through your heart? Not only that, but it seemed that after hearing those words, I got punched in the gut, too. I was not prepared for that. "I w-would never kick you t-to the curb," Pamela quaked, now sobbing. "I l-love you, Jeremy. I would never d-d-do anything to hurt you. B-But you... you... just tossed me aside like yesterday's garbage." I made a move to reach out and grasp her shoulders, but Pamela suddenly recoiled back in a violent manner and roared, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" My hands frozen in mid-air, I was in a total state of shock as I simply stared at Pamela. It was still Saturday. Amy and I had returned from the mainland (and her trip to the doctor) several hours ago, and the time was approximately 9:30pm. I came across Pamela in the central room, which was located in the underground portion of the mansion, and began talking to her. It was casual and friendly at first, but one topic led to another, and our discussion eventually morphed into where it was now. I had kept my distance from Pamela in recent days. She had done the same for me. I figured it would be best to allow her to sort through her feelings and emotions with all of the many things that had been going on as of late. I had been quite hopeful, of course, that Pamela would accept my offer of entering into a relationship with not only myself, but Kristanna and Devon as well. The absolute last thing that I wanted was for her to return to Maryland and go right back to working at the strip club. Plain and simple, it was beneath her. She was better than that. Unfortunately, however, I had the inkling that if she declined the offer - which apparently was the case - Pamela would indeed return to exotic dancing. She would go right back into that black hole, and thus, probably never find her way out. If nothing else, I had to do whatever I could to make sure that did not happen. "I freely admit that I look very bad in hooking up with first Devon and then Kristanna, and eventually both, after all of the things I told you during your first few days here," were my words for Pamela. I needed to make this speech count. "Kristanna and I... we had some extraordinary circumstances that led us to where we are now in terms of our relationship. Kristanna has been in my life for four years. She is my best friend. I did not realize... just how much Krissy meant to me until that night you caught me in the voyeur room, Pamela. I don't know... maybe Krissy saved my life that night. I was so upset and distraught, but she... she calmed me down." "I have never lied to you," I added, not allowing Pamela to get a word in quite yet. "Nor did I kick you to the curb. All of the times I told you that I care about you and want to be with you - the times that I said I love you - nothing has changed. Nothing at all. It would crush me, Pamela, if I lose you. I DO NOT want to lose you. I want you to be here with us. I want you to be happy. I want you to spend the rest of your life with us... WITH ME." Now, Pamela appeared as if she was ready to cry yet again. "Then how come you go to bed with Kristanna and Devon every night now instead of me? Tell me that!" "Because I love Kristanna and Devon," I replied. "But certainly, that does not mean I don't love you. I do love you, Pamela. I want Kristanna in my life. I want to devote myself to her. I love Devon. I want to devote myself to her. But I would also like to have YOU in my life. If things were different, I would like for Trish to be in my life as well. Lindsay, Amy too. If things were different and all was right, I'd want all of you to stay. All of you except Camille, that is." Now Pamela was angry again. "You want a HAREM!" I shook my head at her. "No, I don't want a harem. I want to give all of you girls - you, Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - the absolute best life possible. I fully believe that all of you would be happier with me than anyone else - or anywhere else - in the whole, wide world. Why? Because I would see to it that all of you are treated the way you should be treated - as angels." "From the time I wake up in the morning until the time I go to sleep at night, my goal in life would be to see that all of you girls here are happy. This is my island, Pamela... my home. I brought all of you here. I feel responsible for all of you. I cannot, in good conscience, feel good about some of you returning to the lives that you lead back home. Devon, Amy, yourself... all come to mind. The three of you, specifically... I KNOW I can make you all a million times more happy with me than without me." Pamela almost laughed at me. "Do you honestly believe that you could take care of and satisfy six women?" "I seem to be doing a pretty good job of it thus far." "Why not throw Camille in there and just make it seven?" "I don't like Camille." Pamela placed both hands on her hips and snapped, "I was under the impression that you brought all of us here to find your future wife!" "I did." "Now you want SIX wives?" I chuckled. "I fully realize that not all six of you are going to stay with me. Kristanna and Devon are going to stay. That is the plan, anyway. I have a sneaking suspicion that Trish is strongly considering the idea of asking us if she can stay on the island. How would Trish fit into things long-term, though? Would she get along with Kristanna and Devon? Lindsay is too young to even think about any sort of a commitment. She is not interested in one, either. Amy? I don't know about Amy. Amy needs to get her life in order - get herself WELL - and think about what she truly wants." "So you want FOUR wives, then? You gonna have a big wedding ceremony for you and Trish, too? Or maybe you can just have one big wedding for everyone, and walk all of the girls down the aisle and marry them one by one!" "I never said anything about marrying Trish..." "I'm sure that is what you want, though!" I chuckled yet again. "Pamela, I want what is best for you. But even more importantly than that, I want what makes YOU happy - as an individual. From everything you have told me since you came here to visit, you are not happy in life. You've been a stripper for 11 years. You want out, but there is no place to go because no job will pay you anywhere close to what you earn now. You do not want to go back to being the french fry girl at _McDonald's_ like you were in high school. That is not a job for a smart and beautiful 30-year-old woman such as yourself. Plus, you are lonely, and you are depressed. Being a stripper has ruined your outlook on people and how they perceive you." I swung my hand out and added, "All of that is in the past now. I do not look at you as a stripper. I look at you the same way I do Kristanna and Devon - as angels. Give me a chance, and I will do everything in my power to see to it that you are happy and taken care of in life - in every facet." Pamela slumped her shoulders. "With Kristanna and Devon too? You want all of us to be a family, right? Everything you just said to me sounds wonderful, Jeremy. Everything, that is, except the fact that I would have to share you with two other women - if not more. That's not right." "What is the one thing you want more than anything else in life, Pamela? What is the one thing you have always dreamed about having? True, unconditional love. Total love. Knock-down, drag-out, break-down-the-walls type of love. You want to be loved for the person that is inside you. Not because of the way you look, or because you can dance and gyrate like no ones' business when music starts playing. You want to be loved for the person that is inside of you." "Yes, I do..." she gently murmured. "I can do that, Pamela. I DO love you. I love you for WHO you are... not WHAT you are." "What can I give you, Pamela? I can give you all the love and compassion that you could ever handle. I would treat you the same, exact way that I treat Kristanna and Devon. You would be a princess to me. An angel. I would do whatever it took to make you happy." I paused for a brief moment and then added, "What CAN'T I give to you? What CAN'T I provide you with? I cannot give you a one-on-one relationship. Things are different now because of how Krissy and Devon have both stepped into my life. But a one-on-one relationship is it. That is the only thing that I cannot you. Everything else, though..." "But think about it, dear. Think about it. Say if we had a typical one-on-one relationship... I wouldn't love you anymore than I do now. I would not want to be with you anymore than I do now. I could make you so happy if you just give me the chance. But Kristanna and Devon have to be included, too. More importantly, you have to care about them and they have to care about you. Everyone has to be in agreement. I'm not asking you to marry me, Pamela, or marry us. All I'm really asking for is a chance. You have two more weeks on the island. Get to know Kristanna. Get to know Devon. All of us could be really happy together. I would not say this to you if I did not think it was true." Pamela shook her head. "This is insane..." "I can't lay it out to you any simpler than this. Give us a chance, dear. Let me love you. Let me treat you the way that you DESERVE to be treated. Let me put a smile on your face, and make sure it stays there EVERY SINGLE DAY from now until the end of eternity. All of your problems would be in the past, and they'd STAY in the past." "At the very least, give it a chance. Please. Kristanna would not have any problems accepting you into our lives - provided you hold no grudge or vendetta against her, and you are willing to get to know her, and love her. Devon is about the sweetest, most easy-going girl I have ever met. She would have no problem accepting you into our lives, either. Devon is so friendly and gracious, she could probably fall in love with just about anyone. Just a chance, Pamela. Please. I want the opportunity to make you happy. Please!" "You make it sound all so nice and wonderful," Pamela offered, her body shivering as she curled both arms across her chest. "But... but I just... I just don't know." "What is there not to know?" "What?" Pamela retorted, her nerves wavering. "Because I still cannot get past the thought that I would only be able to spend one-third the time that a normal wife does with her husband. One-on-one time, I mean. It doesn't seem right!" "That is the one thing I cannot give you... yes," I told her. "But I could give you everything else that you have ever dreamed of having in your life. And so much more. All of the things I have said to you in the past... nothing has changed. I never once lied to you. I'm offering you the ultimate opportunity to change your life, Pamela, and make it better. A chance to be happy. That is all you have ever wanted in life - to be happy. I could make you happy. I am offering you the chance to be loved... to be cherished." "This is INSANE!" "Take all the time you want to decide, dear." "Marriages are not supposed to have three or four people in them!" she exclaimed. "Relationships aren't, either!" I patted my chest and told her, "I got a lot of love in this heart of mine. I could love you, Pamela, as well as Kristanna and Devon all at the same time, and treat you all like the princesses that you are." "I'm not a princess, Jeremy," Pamela said, breaking up a bit as she shook her head. "I'm a stripper..." "You're a princess who is stuck in a bad job," I corrected her. "You know what, Pamela? You don't have to accept my offer of staying with us. I just want you to do what makes you happy. But, guess what? If you decide to return to Maryland... you're worried about finding a job as a teacher in the future because of your current profession. You told me last week, sweetheart, that you have went to college to get your teaching degree for so many years. But you worry that no school would hire you if they learn you were once a stripper - no matter how qualified you are." "What I will do - IF you choose to go back to Maryland - is I will have a private school built in whatever town you want. I will own it, and whomever I hire to manage and operate it, I will make sure that he or she hires YOU and keeps YOU as an employee. Provided, of course, that you finish college and get your teaching degree." "That's crazy, Jeremy!" she protested. "Open up a private school just so I can teach at it? Think of the cost!" "What's crazy about it?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. "Don't worry, I can afford it. I want to see your dreams come true, Pamela - whatever you choose to do. You can stay with us on the island, as I said, or you can go home, and I will personally see to it that you become a teacher. You will not have to worry about hiding your past from potential employers. There is no way I am letting you go back to that strip club. You're going to be happy, Pamela. One way or another, you are going to be happy. I will see to it." "Oh God..." Pamela moaned, a myriad of emotions suddenly overcoming her face. I am quite certain that no man - or woman, for that matter - had ever spoken to her this way. No one ever wanted to give this much effort in making Pamela happy. I could see it in her stunned expression. "You made my dreams come true, Pamela, by taking time out of your life to spend it with me here on this island. You and all of the other girls made my dreams come true. Now, I am going to do my best to return the favor. For not only you, but everyone else, too - Krissy, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy. And yes, even Camille. Even Camille..." I reached out and tightly grasped Pamela's left hand with my right, and looked into her tear-stained eyes. This time, she did not resist. "Remember what I said, sweetheart - whatever makes you happy. I WANT you to stay and be a part of my life. Our lives. I know, as I said, that Kristanna would welcome you with open arms. I see no reason why Devon wouldn't either - again, providing you are open to the idea of this type of relationship. We could make you so happy if you give us the chance, Pamela." "Or, if this life really, truly isn't for you, you can go back home to Maryland. But if you go home, you're going to finish your degree and you're going to become a teacher. That is what you have always dreamed of, Pamela, at least professionally. You will never need to worry about your boss digging into your background and finding out that you were once a stripper. _I_ will be your boss, and you will have a job as a teacher for as long as you so desire." As she stood in front of me, it took all of Pamela's willpower _not_ to totally break down and cry. I could see it in her face. She was fighting the urge to just lose it. Even so, Pamela was a wreck right now. She was an absolute train wreck. My little speech had torn and twisted her emotions in so many different ways. "Please don't blame Kristanna or Devon for anything," I quietly told her. "Neither of them ever meant to hurt you, or upset you. If you want to blame someone, Pamela, blame ME. _I_ am the one who told you all those things at the beginning... and did not follow through like I should have. I want to make it right, though." I let out a long, audible sigh and then murmured, "Please sweetheart, I beg of you... allow me the opportunity to make things right. Allow me the opportunity to love you, and give you what you deserve." Defiant, Pamela shook her head. "I am very sorry, Jeremy, but I need some time to myself." And with that, the 30-year-old turned and literally ran up the staircase that led to the main floor of the estate as if she was on fire. Pamela was gone in the blink of an eye. Just then, my tablet buzzed. I had a new text message from Kristanna. "We need to talk. I'm in the voyeur room." "Oh great..." I said out loud, quickly realizing that Kristanna must have eavesdropped on my conversation with Pamela from the voyeur room and had been witness to some not-so-flattering remarks that were made about her. * * * "Yes, I did," Kristanna admitted to me, perhaps 20 minutes later, as she and I sat together in front of the control panel in the voyeur room. "I fell head-over-heels for Devvy right away. I also saw the chemistry she had with you, Jeremy. My long-term goal was for you and Devvy to get married, then I was going to ask to stay and basically be the third wheel in the relationship. So yes, Pamela is right - I had things planned out beforehand. I admit that." "What I did not have planned out," Kristanna continued, "and what totally caught me by surprise, is that suddenly _I_ am the focal point of your life. You and I have been friends for so long, Jeremy, and I always thought you were totally incapable of looking at me as anything more than that. I thought that getting close with Devvy, while you and her build a seperate relationship of your own, was my best chance of ultimately becoming intimate and long-term with you." Frustrated, I shook my head at Kristanna and even let out a tiny growl. "Why didn't you tell me how you felt long ago? Six months ago? A year ago? Four years ago? I thought YOU looked at me as nothing more than a friend either, Krissy. It... things could have been so much different if you and I had just been more upfront and honest with each other when we first met. We... we could be living in Norway Krissy, and you may have even be a mother by now." The 23-year-old frowned at me, her blue eyes welling up with tears. "I... I like to look for the good in th-things, Jeremy. If you and I hooked up long ago, ran off and got married... neither of us would know Devvy. Pamela and Amy would not be a part of your life. Nothing we have known and experienced over the past month would have happened." Kristanna looked at her wristwatch. "It's ten o'clock on a Saturday night. Pamela would be giving a lap dance to some dirty, old man right now at the strip club. She would have a big smile and act all nice and interested toward the man only because it was her job, but you know it would be killing her inside. Amy? Amy would probably be soaking herself in the bathtub right now, trying to recover from that group of five black guys she let gang-bang her every Saturday. You said that she does not care about them and they do not care about her, right? Amy may even be crying right now if you and I got married long ago, wondering why she feels the need to subject herself to something so horrible and degrading every weekend." "But because of how things ultimately transpired, Pamela and Amy are here on the island with us," Kristanna went on. "They are safe and sound, and protected, from their normal lives. No one here looks down or disrespects on Pamela for being a stripper. Amy had a recent revolution in her life. She found someone - you - who actually took an interest in her as a person. Thanks to you, Jeremy, Amy has started treatment and medication for the health issues that she has. Without you, there would be no one to protect or guide her." "What about Devvy?" Kristanna was on a roll with her ongoing speech. I was not about to stop her just yet. "Devvy would be back in Pennsylvania right now. She would have just had a 12 or 14 hour work day, and probably just got home. But there would be nothing for her to come home to. Devvy could not even call her parents and speak to them, because they basically disowned her for something that she did at the age of 16. Devvy had no romantic interests in her life because she worked 70 to 80 hours every week. She was always tired and very lonely in Pennsylvania, Jeremy. I guarantee you that she does not feel that way nowadays." "So, I like to look at the good side of things. Devvy now finds herself with more love and compassion, and support, than she can even handle. Pamela and Amy both had an amazing, wonderful man - you - come into their lives and do amazing, wonderful things for them. Both of them." "Trish? The island has opened up a new world, and a brand new perspective, for Trish. She is learning that there can be more to life than waking up at two or three o'clock every morning so she can be at work by five. Trish is so loving and caring; she is a sucker for romance. There is so much love and romance around her on this island. I believe Trish ultimately wants in. She wants to stay and get in on some of the love and romance swirling around." "And what about Lindsay?" Kristanna mused. "I still think that you misunderstood what she said about not caring about the other girls or even you, Jeremy, but that is beside the point. If there was no island for Lindsay to come to - if you and I got married long ago as you say we should have - Lindsay's family would be getting ready to go bankrupt, and they would lose their house of 24 years. Her father died last November and had no life insurance. Her mother had so many mounting bills, and no way to pay them all off." "But Lindsay learns of the island last December and the opportunity to help her family out here. She comes here and you get wind of the dire situation her family is in, and out of the goodness of your heart, you wire her mom a huge chunk of money. Now, Lindsay's family gets all of their bills paid. They finally get caught up on their mortgage, and have plenty of money left over to spare for future bills and expenses." "I don't think you fully realize what you did for that family, Jeremy. I don't think you fully grasp it. Lindsay was going to be homeless. The bank was getting ready to take their house. Her mom had 24 years worth of memories in that house. But you saved them. Out of the goodness of your heart, you saved them and their house." "None of that would have happened if you and I were more open and honest with each other from the beginning," the Norwegian goddess proclaimed. "Devvy would still feel unappreciated at her job for all the hard work she did, and she would lead a lonely life because of it. Pamela would still be stripping. I KNOW you do not like that idea, Jeremy. Amy would still be destroying herself. Trish? Trish led a good and happy life in Toronto, but she needs more than that and this island is helping her realize it. Little Lindsay would lose everything her mother and father had built for her and her three sisters. I could see a scenario where Lindsay resorts to stripping - or even worse - if you and this island of yours never came about for her. Lindsay needed money in the worst way possible." Perhaps lost in thought for a moment, Kristanna took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm glad, Jeremy. I'm glad it took you and I four years to finally get our true feelings out there, and let them be known. Otherwise, we... YOU, could not have touched so many lives and made them better." "You are an amazing woman," I simply told her in response. "An amazing, fabulous woman. You have always had a way, Missy Krissy, of putting things in perspective for me... and reeling me back to the place where I need to be." I leaned forward in my chair and planted a little kiss upon the very center of her forehead. "And you are so unselfish. You are the most unselfish person I have ever met." Kristanna offered a faint smile. "Pamela said some pretty distasteful and wicked things about me. She called my Devvy _a pussy on the side_. She claimed that Devvy and I stole you from her like two thieves in the night. Pamela basically told you that I am a cold and vindictive, manipulating person." Kristanna shook her head and added, "I'm not going to sit here and fire back at her, Jeremy. It's not my style and, quite honestly, I understand where she is coming from with many of those comments. I do not agree with her, but I do understand where she is coming from with them. But I do agree with her on one thing, though. Pamela says that she cannot envision herself in a relationship with me. I agree. I cannot envision myself in a relationship with her, either." Sighing deeply, I hung my head low and moaned. That knife I spoke of earlier? I felt it was back, and now being jammed into my stomach. Kristanna just dropped a bomb on me. She did not want Pamela to be a part of our life. "You need to make a decision, Jeremy," Kristanna murmured, swallowing hard in her throat twice. "I know that you love me. These past eight days with you - once we both stepped forward with our true emotions and feelings - have been the best eight days of my life. But I... I also know... that you love Pamela. You are her savior. You are the one who was destined to rescue her from the abyss that she is in." Kristanna actually started to sob. "You need... you need to make a d-d-decision, Jeremy. Who... do you love more?" I could not believe my ears as she concluded, "Me or Pamela?" "Krissy, I..." "Think about it," she cut me off. "Just think about it. You... you have a lot in co-common with Pamela, Jeremy. She is the damsel in distress, and you are the white knight. Without you in her life, Pamela may never be happy. In fact, I guarantee that she will never be happy. Without you, by the time she is 40, Pamela will be all alone and spend most of her time in quiet solitary. The bright lights of the strip club won't be on for her anymore - not at that age. Pamela will be so dulled and jaded by the time she is 40 - much worse than she is now - that she will be scared of human contact." Kristanna looked rather intently at me and asked, "Does that sound familiar at all to you, Jeremy?" "I could take Devvy to Norway," she continued. "I could take her to Norway and build a life with her. We could move right into my family's farm. I know Devvy would be happy there. Don't get me wrong - I much rather have you with us, Jeremy. But you need to consider everything, and make a good decision. You need to do what is right for you - not what is right for me or Devvy, or Pamela." "Krissy, how can you possibly..." "Maybe Amy could have a place in your life with Pamela, too," Kristanna interjected, cutting me off in mid-sentence yet again. "Talk about someone who really needs you in her life, Jeremy... Amy. Pamela said she would be open to the idea of a three-way relationship with you and Amy. You are the perfect cure, Jeremy, for both of them. You would make both of them so incredibly happy. I know Pamela and Amy would make you happy as well, because you feel the need to protect others and do what is best for them. The three of you could have your own, little life together, while Devvy and I have our own life in Norway. That way, all five of us could be happy, and no one is left out in the cold." "You are absolutely ins..." "I do not want a year from now, or five, ten, 20 years from now, for you to have any regrets or second thoughts if you ultimately decide to marry me." Yes, Kristanna had interrupted me again. I simply could not get a full thought across to her. Thus, I folded my arms and decided to just wait. I was going to wait until she was done talking. "I do not want you to look back, Jeremy, and think that you made a mistake by not choosing Pamela as your bride. If you and I get married, I want us to be 100 percent in and totally committed to each other. I do not want there to be any hesitation or second thoughts at all. I do not want you to sit back and wonder 20 years from now... what if." "I love you, and I have always told you that I want what is best for you," Kristanna continued. "I'm not going to sit here and say that I am better for you than Pamela. I am not going to say Devvy is better for you than Pamela, either. I know I have said that in the past, but I am not saying it now. The only person who really, truly knows who is better for you, Jeremy, is you. The decision is yours to make. I just want you to make the right decision." Kristanna was silent for five seconds. Then ten. Hold on, now! It was actually my turn to talk now? "Do you want to marry me, and spend the rest of your life with me?" was my simple question. Kristanna was sobbing again. "You know I d-do, Jeremy... YOU KNOW I DO! But I... I also want you... to be happy. I do not w-want you to have any... re-re-regrets. I know how much Pamela means to you. I know how important she is to you. And I know it would crush you if you let her go!" "But I... I do not want Pamela as a part of our future. There... there would always be jealousy and resentment from her. You cannot change the way... she feels, Jeremy. She simply does not like me... or Devvy. You could try and try, and maybe we could ultimately become good friends, but there would always be that jealousy and resentment from her. With me and Devvy, that does not exist. We get along too well for any jealousy to ever develop. We are happy to share you with each other for the rest of our lives." "It just comes down to what you want," Kristanna frowned. "I cannot say it enough, but I want you to be happy, Jeremy. It is all I ever wanted. I think you would be happy with either choice, honestly. I could make you happy, and I know Pamela could make you happy, too. I guess the question is, who would make you HAPPIER? Me and Devvy? Pamela? Maybe Pamela and Amy together? That is what you have to decide. I... I will not hold it... against you, or h-h-hate you... if you ch-choose Pamela over... over... over m-m-me. I... I have always w-wanted you to look at me as someone..." I grasped Kristanna's shoulders with both hands and squeezed tightly, then looked her right in the eyes and did not flinch. I had heard enough. This time, it was my turn to essentially cut her off in mid-sentence. "I choose you, Krissy." My fiancee covered her mouth and nose with her right hand and let out a shrill cry in response to my declaration. The tears really started to flow from her now. "I would never NOT choose you," I added, moving my lips to her face and kissing away some of those tears. "I have known Pamela and all of the other girls for a month... not even a month, actually. I've known you for four years." "You have always been my rock, Krissy... MY savior. You were always there for me when I needed you most. What do I want? The answer is simple. I want to spend the rest of my life with YOU. I want to marry you, and make YOU happy." "Oh Jeremy..." Kristanna cried, tossing her arms around my neck and shoulders, and hugging fiercely. "I may care about Pamela, and I do," were my words. "I care about Devon. I care about Amy, too. But you're my center. Everything revolves around you, Krissy. Everything has to conform and fit around you. How could you ever think otherwise? I would never choose anyone over you." I ended our embrace and pulled back, just so I could look her in the eyes again. This time, Kristanna was the train wreck. "I would have never proposed to you four days ago if I wasn't 100 percent certain you were the girl for me." "Jeremy... oh God..." Still sobbing and visibly shaken, she was close to really losing it. I smiled at her. "I have a present for you." The 23-year-old gulped her throat. "What's th-th-that?" Kristanna was such a kind and giving person; she was so unselfish and had never asked me for anything in the four years we had known each other. All she had ever done, it seemed, was _give_. Now, however, it was time for me to give back with a little token of the love and appreciation that I felt for her. "Do you remember that I made a promise to you when I proposed? Do you remember what that promise was?" She shook her head. "N-No..." Luckily for her, there was a box of tissues nearby. She was a train wreck now, indeed. But what about 30 seconds from now? "I had something ordered for you from a jewelry boutique in Geneva, Switzerland called _Chopard_. I do not know if you have ever heard of them, but it is a company that deals with the finest and most exquisite jewelry in the world." After reaching into my pocket, I extended my right hand and presented Kristanna with a small velvet box. Perhaps now realizing what may be awaiting her inside it, she was frozen. Kristanna simply stared at the box, unable to move. Thus, I removed the lid of the box for her. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed, literally jumping out of her chair and hitting the ceiling in the process. Inside the box was the most magnificent ring that money could buy. A blue diamond is one of the rarest and most precious stones that can be found on our planet. This type of diamond is so breathtaking that all other diamonds pale in comparison to it. The ring itself was made of 18 carat white gold and featured the flawless nine carat blue diamond resting atop a triangular-shaped bed of diamonds. It sparkled and shined from every conceivable angle. "I ordered this ring three days ago from the company in Geneva, and had them express ship it to a contact of mine in Peru," I quietly explained. "In my travels today with Amy, I was able to pick it up from my contact." I moved the box closer to her, wanting Kristanna to take it. "When I proposed to you four days ago, sweetheart, it wasn't planned. It was sudden, and spur of the moment. But I made a promise to you. I promised that I would make things proper by getting you an engagement ring. I was going to wait until tomorrow morning so I could give this to you in front of everyone at the breakfast table, but I changed my mind and am giving it to you now. Let this ring be an affirmation of just how much I love you, I adore you, I admire you, I need you and I WANT you in my life." And with that, Kristanna lost control of herself. The emotions too much for her to handle, she just started bawling like a child. Needless to say, it was music to my ears... <<<- End of Chapter 27 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever" (c) 2014 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!