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"Do you remember a few days ago - my first day back on the
island since the summer - when you and I had sex together?"
Torrie asked Lindsay, as the duo lounged together upon the spacious
bed in the room they shared. Of course, I was spying on their
every word with the help of my voyeur room.
"Are you crazy, Torrie?" Lindsay countered. "How
could I forget that?" The 19-year-old seductress paused for
a quick moment, then shivered in remembrance. "You about
ripped my pussy apart with that big, nasty strap-on you used."
"I guess that was a stupid question," Torrie remarked.
"But what I was getting to was what I had said to you just
before we got all hot and heavy with each other that day. Do you
remember what it was that I said?"
Lindsay puckered her lips together and shook her head in response.
"No, I don't. Can you refresh my memory?"
"I said the biggest reason why I came back to the island
was so I could be with you," Torrie told her younger lover.
"Jeremy and Pamela are great, and I love them. But you, Lindsay.
YOU are the main reason why I came back to the island in the first
place. I love being with you."
The little blonde offered one of her patented, sweet smiles before
embracing Torrie with both arms for several seconds. "Thank
you, honey," she said after the hug ended, still smiling.
"And yes, now I remember you saying that. It is a very kind
thing to say, too."
"Kind, and meant in every way," Torrie said. "Lindsay,
I've lusted after you from the very moment all of us came here
for the first time, at the beginning of the summer. But you were
always more involved with Trish. I respected that, and knew that
you and her loved each other very much."
"Yeah!" Lindsay returned, another smile upon her face.
"I can't wait until Trish comes back to the island. Jeremy
said she will be here sometime tomorrow evening."
Torrie frowned at those words before saying, "Can I tell
you something, dear? I don't think you'll like it, though."
Lindsay's expression tightened as she nodded her head.
"Sure. You can tell me anything. What is it, Torrie?"
The 26-year-old hesitated before answering, "When Jeremy
called last month and asked if I wanted to come back to the island
for another ten weeks, the first thing I said to him concerned
you and Trish. Would Trish be coming back, too?" Torrie paused
before continuing, "Of course, Jeremy said no. So I said
yes - I would love to come back." She took a deep breath
and concluded, "But if he said yes - Trish was going to be
here too... I would have turned the offer down."
"Why?" Lindsay asked, a confused look upon her face.
"I thought you liked Trish. You and her always got along
real good together during the summer. I don't understand..."
"I do like Trish," Torrie said. "I don't have a
problem with her. But this all goes back to you, Lindsay. I knew
without Trish here, I would have a chance to develop a real relationship
with you." The stacked blonde paused and then added, "But
now, with Trish coming back... all chances of you and I being
together are suddenly gone. Trish is going to be wrapped around
you like a wet blanket, and vice versa."
"You and I will still have our time together," Lindsay
promised, extending her hand and placing it upon Torrie's shoulder.
"I won't be with Trish during every single minute of every
single day, you know. You and I... we had plenty of time alone
together during the summer. Right?"
"You don't understand, sweetheart," Torrie said to her.
"It's not just about sex." She hesitated before adding,
"I love you, Lindsay. I always have. And I'm not saying that
in a general sense, either. I REALLY do love you." Torrie
tapped her chest and concluded, "With all of my heart."
The 19-year-old's eyes were wide as she took those words in. A
second or two later, she was able to respond, "Thank you,
Torrie. I... I don't really know what to say. I love you too,
but maybe not in the same way you love me."
Torrie feigned a smile before saying, "Those feelings are
reserved for Trish, right?"
"What are you saying?" the little blonde asked.
"Put two and two together, 'Lin," Torrie told her. "The
past several days, since I came back to the island, you and I
have been room-mates. We've been getting along great and as far
as I thought, we were starting to develop a bona-fide relationship.
I was hoping that by the end of the winter, you would feel the
same way about me... as I do about you."
Torrie fought back a hurtful moan (but failed) and added, "Now,
there is no chance of that. Trish is coming back to the island.
You and her are going to be together again. And I'm going to be
left out in the cold." She paused and concluded, "Now,
my reason for coming back to the island is gone. I should have
just stayed in California."
Lindsay, perhaps feeling concerned for her room-mate, looked at
Torrie with a distraught expression before giving her a warm embrace.
"I don't want you to feel that way," the teen said.
"You coming back to the island was a great thing. I'm so
happy that you came back."
Torrie sighed and remarked, "What does it matter, though?
The main reason - really the only reason - why I came back, was
so you and I could be together. I was always jealous of Trish
during the summer, though I never let anyone know that. I wanted
you to love me the same way you loved her."
"I... I don't know what to say, Torrie," Lindsay returned
as their long embrace ended. "Trish and I, we became really
close during the summer. We were the best of friends. We shared
so many things. She... she took my virginity. She helped me have
confidence in myself." Lindsay paused and said, "You're
not thinking of going home... are you?"
"I don't know," Torrie responded, her tone of voice
revealing that she was becoming quite upset. "It's just not
fair! Here you and I were - starting to develop something really
nice. But it all gets destroyed, because Trish is making her triumphant
return to the island."
Torrie's eyes began to stream with tears as she angrily professed,
"My God, Lindsay! If you loved me the way you loved Trish,
I would have NEVER left the island like she did! I'd give up everything
in my life, just for you!"
With those words, Lindsay simply stared at Torrie with a stunned
expression upon her face. Torrie was revealing an emotional side
of herself which none of us had ever seen before. She was really
upset that Trish was coming back.
"I... I need some time to think," the 26-year-old said,
before getting up from the bed and storming out of the room.
"Torrie!" Lindsay exclaimed, initially making a motion
to follow her girlfriend, but then freezing momentarily. Next,
the little blonde settled back on the bed and first sighed, then
frowned in a very negative way. "Torrie..." she cried.
* * *
Seated in the voyeur room, I was absolutely stunned at the conversation
which had just taken place. I knew that Torrie had a soft spot
for Lindsay, but had no idea her feelings were quite that emotional,
and so deep-rooted.
I could certainly understand Torrie's feelings, however. She wanted
an opportunity to win Lindsay's heart, but now felt as though
any chance of that was dead - and buried. Lindsay and Trish never
stopped loving each other, despite the several thousands of miles
which had been between them these past few months.
All of the attention Lindsay had been giving to Torrie, the pornstar
probably thought to herself, would surely be directed toward Trish
now. Torrie would not even have a slim chance to get Lindsay to
notice her in a loving way. That was likely her thought process...
* * *
As Lindsay hung her head low while sitting on the bed, apparently
lost in thought, I followed Torrie's movements through the mansion
with my surveillance cameras.
Still visibly upset and distraught, the 26-year-old headed for
the kitchen. She stopped short, however, upon finding Pamela and
Stephanie engaged in a jovial discussion in the room directly
before the kitchen. Evidently, Torrie was in no mood for any sort
of human contact right now.
Thus, she went outside and made her way over to the east side
of the mansion. I felt sorry for Torrie - I could see the tears
in her eyes as she woefully trudged along.
Finding a spot in the shade, Torrie crouched herself down into
a seated position against the cobblestone wall. She bunched her
knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, and
really started to cry out in frustration. I had definitely never
seen this side of her before.
Now I felt extremely concerned myself for Torrie.
Acting on impulse, I immediately got up from the chair and headed
out of the voyeur room. I sealed its entrance and then left my
personal suite, and went directly to the area outside where Torrie
was absolutely crying her heart out. I was not about to let one
of my ladies - my personal goddesses - feel so upset and heartbroken.
Remembering how she had ducked away from both Pamela and Stephanie
moments earlier, I approached Torrie with patience and caution.
She probably did not feel like talking right now, but I couldn't
stand to see one of my ladies like this. She was still balling
her eyes out...
"Hi there," I said in a quiet tone, holding my hand
in front of me and waving it back-and-forth. Through her tears,
Torrie looked up at me and sniffed her nose, but didn't say anything.
"Mind if I sit down here?" were my next words, pointing
to a spot on the ground next to her.
Wiping away her tears, Torrie shrugged her shoulders in response.
I wasn't sure if that was a "yes" or "no",
but I took the initiative anyway and sat down next to her.
"What are you crying about?" I asked, grabbing ahold
of Torrie's hand and squeezing it gently. I already knew the answer,
of course. But since I had spied on Torrie's prior conversation
with Lindsay, with the help of my voyeur room, she did not know
that. Nor did I want her to know, either.
"I... it's... you wouldn't understand, Jeremy," Torrie
replied after several seconds, sniffing her nose once more while
trying to regain her composure. Perhaps changing her mind, Torrie
then said, "It's... it's about Lindsay."
"What about Lindsay?" I queried, feigning ignorance.
"Lindsay is okay, isn't she? She didn't hurt herself?"
"Oh no, nothing like that," Torrie returned, to which
I offered an exaggerated sigh of relief. "It's just... I
love Lindsay, Jeremy. I really do. I... I was hoping that her
and I could develop something special over the next several weeks.
It... it was really the only reason why I decided to come back
to the island in the first place."
"You and Lindsay have been together the past couple of days,
since you returned," I told her. "You've been sharing
the same room. I don't understand... why are you upset? You and
her have been together a lot recently."
Torrie threw her hands up and shook her head in obvious frustration.
"What am I upset about? TRISH! That's what I'm upset about!"
Torrie, usually calm and friendly, began to show some anger in
her voice. "Trish almost destroyed Lindsay when she left
her in the summer-time. Now, months later, Trish just decides
out of the blue that she wants to ride back into Lindsay's life.
For what? So she can stay here for awhile, then rip Lindsay's
heart out AGAIN?"
My eyes were wide and bulging in response to the venom which Torrie
was spewing. I didn't even know that she was capable of such an
outburst. It was stunning to me.
"I don't think Trish is going to leave Lindsay again,"
I said to Torrie, though I'm certain she did not want to hear
that. "I talked to Trish this morning on the telephone. She
said she made a mistake in leaving the first time. And Trish promised
that it will never happen again."
"Just like all those other broken promises Trish made?"
Torrie shot back, still very upset. "Oh, she was going to
spend the rest of her life with Lindsay. She was going to DEVOTE
her life to Lindsay, and NOTHING would ever split them apart.
It was nothing but a LOAD OF GARBAGE!"
I was too shocked to even respond.
"Trish absolutely stuck a dagger in Lindsay's heart by
leaving her," Torrie continued, her vocal outburst nearing
its apex. "But since Lindsay is so nice and sweet, and so
forgiving... she is willing to take Trish back. I love Lindsay,
Jeremy, and I would NEVER do a THING to hurt her!" My senses
nearly exploded as she added, "I just think Trish is nothing
more than an inconsiderate BITCH!"
Perhaps I was not the only one shocked by Torrie's words. The
exotic blonde sat there silently for several seconds, looking
at me with a blank expression. All of a sudden, she began crying
again, then got up and ran off in a rage.
* * *
A moment later, I went searching for Torrie, but could not find
her. I was worried about her - to say the least. Thus, the only
place I could turn was the voyeur room. I needed to know not only
of Torrie's whereabouts, but also that she was safe... and stable.
As I made my way back to my personal suite, I had too many emotions
and thoughts in my head to make sense of what had turned out to
be a major, big-time mess. I would have to sort through everything
within my mind before I could even begin to assess this situation.
There was one thing I knew for sure, however...
Trish was NOT a bitch.
Trish was one of the nicest, most caring people I had ever met
in my life. She had a heart of pure gold, and there wasn't a mean
bone in her entire body.
Torrie's words were obviously out of anger, and while she may
have truly believed some of those things she said about Trish,
I'm fairly certain that she did not think of her as a bitch. Trish
was the furthest thing from being a bitch. She was a complete
and total sweetheart.
* * *
When I returned to the voyeur room, I found Lindsay seated at
the control panel. The 19-year-old had her face in her hands as
she too, was in the process of crying. I took a quick peek at
the spread of television monitors on the big wall, and found that
Torrie was hiding out near the tennis court. She looked more distraught
than angry now...
"I heard it all," Lindsay said, looking up at me with
her eyes full of tears. "I wanted to see where Torrie ran
off to after she left me, so I came here, to the voyeur room.
Just as I walked in, you sat down next to Torrie. I heard all
those nasty things she said about Trish."
"And I spied on your entire conversation with her, before
that," was my confession.
"I thought you did," Lindsay said, forcing a smile.
"It was too much of a coincidence for you to just run into
her outside, on that side of the mansion." Lindsay paused
and continued, "Torrie said she loves me, and wants to be
with me. But Jeremy... I love Trish. Torrie is really sweet and
all, but my feelings for Trish are so much stronger." Her
upper lip quivered as she concluded, "Torrie had NO RIGHT
to say those things about Trish."
"I know she didn't, sweetheart," I agreed, stealing
a glimpse of Torrie on the wall monitor before turning my attention
back to Lindsay. "But she said those things, and I think
she meant most of it. Especially the part about Trish ripping
your heart out, and possibly doing it again."
"You don't believe that... do you, Jeremy?" Lindsay
asked in a total whine.
"Of course not, honey," I told her. "Trish thinks
the absolute world of you. She always has, and always will."
Lindsay's eyes narrowed as she began to cry harder. "The
po-popular opinion around here is th-that Trish left me-me,"
the blonde choked, barely able to get her words out. "But
the truth is, and always has been... I left Trish."
"What makes you say that?" I asked, stepping forward
and bringing Lindsay into my arms. She returned my embrace, and
took a seat in my lap as I settled down onto an adjacent chair.
I held her close while keeping an eye on Torrie, who was now shaking
her head while trying to hold back her very own set of tears.
"Trish and I were supposed to go and live in Canada,"
Lindsay replied after several seconds of silence. "That...
it was the plan, all along. I devoted myself to her. I promised
her I would go and live in Canada with her."
"But all of a sudden," Lindsay continued, "I went
back on my promise... my vow, to her. I wanted to stay with you
and Pamela here, on the island. I didn't want to leave this place.
I didn't want to leave you, Jeremy."
The little blonde coughed and went on, "I... it's just...
Trish's family is very important to her. She always talked about
how much she loved them, and missed them. I heard it from her
all summer long. I... I never blamed her for going back to Canada,
leaving me. Her family was too important to give up. She couldn't
spend the rest of her life on this island with you, me and Pamela.
She needed her family."
Lindsay paused before adding, "The reason her and I split
up is because of ME. If I kept my promise to her, we would be
living in Canada right now. I..." Lindsay started to cry
again as she concluded, "I'm the one who... ripped her heart
o-out. I did it. It was all... my-my f-fault."
"You can't think that way, sweetheart," I said, securing
her even more with a tighter embrace. "With you and Trish,
there was no right person, or wrong person. It wasn't your fault.
It was just a relationship which couldn't work at the time, strictly
because of geographical reasons. Trish wanted to live in Canada
while you preferred this island." I paused before adding,
"But now... Trish is coming back.
You should be happy for that, sweetheart."
"I am happy!" Lindsay shot back, shoving herself out
of my embrace. "But what to do about Torrie? She hates Trish
now, but Trish did nothing wrong. It's all my fault. I care about
Torrie a lot. But I don't love her the way she wants me to love
her."
I rubbed my eyes with the thumb and forefinger from my right hand
before glancing back up at the voyeur screen. Torrie was seated
against the net of the tennis court, her knees up and arms curled
around them. And she was crying.
"You'll just have to tell Torrie what you said to me,"
was my response for Lindsay's prior question. "You'll have
to tell her that Trish did nothing wrong, and the reason you and
her split up was all your fault. I don't believe that myself,
sweetheart, but it may be the best thing to say to Torrie right
now... especially since you believe it."
"Can you talk to her for me, Jeremy?" Lindsay begged,
almost whining. "I'd be no good at that. I'd... I'd just
break down and start crying. Besides Pamela, Torrie is my second
favorite girl - next to Trish. I want them to get along, and be
happy."
"It's amazing," Lindsay soon added. "Trish and
Amy wound up hating each other because of me. Now, Trish and Torrie
may end up the same. Who's next? Trish and Pamela?"
"Don't talk like that!" I shot back at her in an emphatic
tone. "Trish and Torrie are not going to hate each other.
And from my conversation this morning with Trish, she said she
has every intention to make amends with Amy."
"Really?" Lindsay cried, her eyes gleaming with hope.
"Really," I confirmed.
"Will you talk to Torrie for me?" Lindsay asked again.
"Please, Jeremy? PLEASE?"
I really did not want to dive head-first into the middle of what
was going to (but hopefully won't) turn out to be a nasty love
triangle. But at the same time, I could not resist Lindsay, or
turn her down.
Especially when she cried like this.
I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, I'll talk to her,
and see what I can do."
"Thank you, Jeremy!" Lindsay exclaimed, throwing her
arms around my shoulders and hugging me tightly.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," I said, watching Torrie
on the monitor as she continued to cry out her anguish.
* * *
I was in an unenviable position. Indeed, I was going to plunge
myself right into the middle of this love triangle. I really didn't
want to talk to Torrie about this, but felt as though I had to.
Lindsay was too docile to do it herself.
I always tried to look at things in a positive manner, and hoped
that would be the end result of this. The best case scenario would
be Torrie taking back the nasty things she said about Trish (especially
the "bitch" reference). Trish and Lindsay would be together
again, without any problems or resistance from Torrie, and everyone
would be happy. That was what I was hoping for.
The worst case scenario? Don't even ask me about that.
I didn't even want to THINK about it...
<<<- End of Part 10 ->>>
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