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The sound of torrential rainfall bulleting itself upon the big
picture window in my personal suite was what finally woke me up
on this dreary December morning. The wind howled and gusted outside
as well, providing me with the stark reminder that despite living
in paradise, this island was not immune from the occasional severe
rain and electrical storm.
I was awake in bed but did not move for several seconds, waiting
to see if there were any thunder claps or lightning bolts which
accompanied the rain. Fortunately, there wasn't. Past experiences
of mine with Lindsay told me that the docile 19-year-old was horribly
afraid of any type of lightning. I did not enjoy seeing Lindsay
scared or upset, despite the fact that I usually wound up with
the honor of comforting and consoling her (with soothing hugs
and tender kisses). I much rather do those things in a happier
environment...
Those thoughts concerning Lindsay reminded me of the prior evening,
when Trish made her long-overdue return to the island. Lindsay
and Trish had finally been reunited, and I was there to take part
in the ensuing celebration (which was several hours of three-some
sex between us). As things turned out, it was a truly incredible
occasion.
Considering how Lindsay and Trish fell asleep with me here on
the bed, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I naturally
wondered where both of them were now. Neither lady was anywhere
at all to be found, which was a major disappointment. I had been
looking forward to waking up with Lindsay snuggled on one arm,
and Trish on the other.
It is very hard to describe the feeling of what it is like to
wake up with two gorgeous, beautiful women all snuggled up close
against me. Unfortunately, I did not get to experience that feeling
this particular morning.
Sitting up in bed, I shook my head vigorously, trying to jar the
last remnants of tired sleep loose. The digitized alarm clock
beside me read 8:54am. Did Lindsay and Trish run off together
already? If they did, I thought to myself, I hoped they were still
inside the mansion. The rainstorm outside was getting more grim
and nasty by the second.
My senses suddenly came alive when I heard a splash of water from
somewhere off to my left side. I looked in that direction, and
noticed the restroom door was completely open, with the light
on inside. Another splashing noise, followed by Lindsay's unmistakable
giggle was all that I needed to hear. She was inside, and I'd
wager that Trish was, too.
Throwing on a pair of shorts which had been laying upon the floor,
I got up from the bed and ventured toward the restroom. I knocked
on the door first, then stuck my head around the corner and immediately
smiled at what I saw.
Both Lindsay and Trish were seated inside the spacious bathtub,
luxuriating in both the feeling of togetherness, and a sea of
soapy, thick bubbles. Indeed, a bubble-bath was on the menu here
as Lindsay reclined backwards upon Trish's voluptuous, well-developed
chest within the bathtub.
With glowing smiles all around, it was rather obvious how much
these two enjoyed being back together. As I have said many times
in the past, Lindsay and Trish belonged with each other. This
was exactly where they should be.
"Hi Jeremy," Lindsay giggled, raising a soapy hand and
waving it at me. "You finally wake up? I hope you don't mind
us using your tub..."
"No, not at all," I replied, my eyes wide as I stared
at the duo of blonde goddesses as they were curled together.
"I wanted to take a shower," Trish told me. "The
big, group shower room in the guest corridor was always a lot
of fun during the summer, Jeremy. But Lindsay said her and I could
have a lot more fun here, with a private bubble-bath."
"Bubble-baths are VERY romantic," Lindsay said, before
turning her head and kissing Trish upon the cheek.
I smiled at the pair of angels. I preferred all of the ladies
to bathe in the group shower room, simply because it promoted
even more togetherness amongst them. It also proved to be a wonderful
mating grounds for sexual play.
Lindsay was right, however, in saying that bubble-baths were romantic.
So, I did not mind her and Trish borrowing my bathtub for that
purpose on this fine morning.
Their relationship, after all, had been built on romance.
"How long have you two been awake?" was my next question.
"I thought both of you would sleep a lot longer today."
"I'm still tired out from yesterday, and all those air miles,"
Trish commented. "But Lindsay woke me up about an hour ago."
The 25-year-old kissed her young lover's neck and grinned, "She's
a little bundle of tireless energy."
I smiled at Trish, even though a tiny voice within my mind was
wondering why I wasn't awakened too, and invited to this bubble-bath
party. On the other hand, however, I realized that Lindsay and
Trish had a lot of time to make up. I didn't need to be there
every second along the way.
"It's only an hour until breakfast," I told them. "It's
at ten o'clock sharp, every morning... just like the summer. Are
you two going to be able to make it in time?"
"Oh yeah," Lindsay replied. "We'll be there."
I smiled at the charming couple once again. "I'll be
looking for you there, then. I'm sure that Pamela, Torrie and
Amy will be looking for you as well, Trish."
"I do plan to bury the hatchet with Amy," Trish said
to me. "I don't like what she tried to do with Lindsay in
the summer-time, but it's water under the bridge now."
"That's the spirit," I told her, my insides warming.
"I hope you and Amy can start over, and be friends again."
I paused and added, "I'll see you two ladies in an hour."
I turned to walk away, but Lindsay's voice stopped me.
"Oh Jeremy?"
"What is it, dear?" I asked, looking back at her.
"Trish wanted to apologize," she replied, to which the
Canadian squinted her eyes in confusion.
"For what?" I asked, curious.
"For bringing this bad weather from Toronto with her!"
Lindsay said in a jovial, lively voice. "This rain... it's
ALL her fault!"
For her words, Lindsay received a playful smack upside her head
- from Trish. The two ladies giggled together in unison while
I shook my head in amazement at them. Lindsay and Trish were BORN
for each other...
* * *
Moments before breakfast was slated to begin, Pamela pulled me
off to the side for some private words. The remainder of the ladies
- including Lindsay and Trish - were all seated at the dining
table in the common room. I was very happy to see that Amy and
Trish were having a friendly, energetic discussion amongst one
another, too...
"Not to dampen your mood or anything," Pamela said to
me in a low tone, "but Torrie was still in a pretty bad state
of mind last night. All she did was cry."
I sighed and shook my head in disenchantment at those grave words.
"I was afraid that she may still feel that way. I don't think
any of us realize how much she loved Lindsay." I looked at
Torrie, who sat quietly at the breakfast table, while everyone
else was lively and talking up a storm. "Do you think I should
talk to her again?" I asked, turning my attention back to
Pamela.
"No," my wife answered. "Not yet. I talked to her
last night. I just think she needs a little time to get over the
fact that she cannot have Lindsay." Pamela sighed and added,
"I was thinking of asking her if she'd like to go on a long
nature walk with me today. You know, to help get her mind off
of things. But we can't; not with this rain..."
I pouted for a quick instant, before leaning forward and pecking
the tip of her nose with a kiss.
Pamela was, in many ways, the matriarch of the island. I was proud
of her for that fact. Her caring and thoughtful nature extended
toward all of the girls, and Pamela would do whatever it took
to make sure they were happy and content. That quality was just
one of reasons why I loved her so much.
"Still, you can be with her," I offered. "You and
Torrie always had a good time in the weight room during the summer.
Why not go there for some exercise after breakfast?"
"We are," Pamela said. "But Trish is going, too.
You know, it was the three of us in the weight room almost every
single day in the summer-time. We always did have a good time,
as you said. Hopefully it can be that way, again."
"Is Lindsay going, too?" I asked, already knowing the
answer to that question.
"Of course," Pamela replied, before cracking a smile.
"Trish said we could take turns bench-pressing Lindsay."
I chuckled at the thought, imagining what it would be like to
see the frail, 90-something pound teen in that predicament.
"That would be a sight," I grinned.
"Looks like it's time for breakfast," Pamela said, as
our
75-year-old housekeeper, Louisa, wheeled the big buffet cart into
the common room. "Hmmmmm," Pamela grinned, looking at
me. "The food sure does smell yummy this morning."
"Did you expect any less, dear?" I asked, incredulously.
* * *
As could be expected, the breakfast buffet which Louisa had prepared
for us turned out to be another rousing feast. During the hour-long
eating period, Trish was introduced to the three newcomers (Devon,
Cassidy and Stephanie), and got better acquainted with them in
the process. In addition, Trish and Amy continued to get along
in a fine fashion. I was, perhaps, most happy for that.
Unfortunately, one woman who didn't seem to get all that involved
in the lively discussion was, of course, Torrie. For most of breakfast,
she sat silently by with a somber expression upon her face, and
didn't say much of anything.
I did detect a moment of extreme jealousy from Torrie, however,
when Lindsay threw her arms around Trish for an energetic, spirited
embrace. Stephanie was telling a joke at the time, and everyone
was laughing - except Torrie and myself. While I found the joke
funny, I felt sick inside because Torrie was in the midst of getting
beaten mentally.
Seeing the look on her face as Lindsay and Trish shared a hug
almost felt like someone had stuck a dagger in my heart.
However, no one else seemed to notice. Only Pamela, Lindsay and
yours truly were aware of Torrie's feelings concerning the 19-year-old.
The three of us had promised to keep it a secret from everyone
else - including Trish. We figured that if Torrie wanted the others
to know of her pain and anguish, she would offer the information
herself.
One person who sensed Torrie's negative mood, albeit a bit late,
was Pamela. Pamela was having such a good time during the conversation
with the other ladies that it took her awhile to catch on to Torrie's
state of mind. When she did, however, Pamela's mood matched mine
- concern.
My wife and I made eye contact, and the look on her face told
me that something needed to be done here - and soon. Otherwise,
Torrie will have dug herself so deep a hole, it may take her several
years to climb out of it.
Remembering my ex-fiancee, I knew the feeling too well...
* * *
Seated in my personal suite, several hours later, I could not
believe the thoughts which were going through my mind. All of
these women - Torrie, Pamela, Lindsay, Devon, Trish, Amy, Cassidy
and Stephanie, as well as Lisa, Christina and even Gianna before
them - were absolute angels to me. Each of them had improved my
life in varying ways. They meant the absolute world to me. Losing
any single one of them, for whatever reason, would be simply devastating.
Why was I going to ask Torrie if she wanted to go home?
I wrestled with the thought in my mind, but not for long. Torrie
could not go on like this - pining over Lindsay while seeing her
so happy with Trish at the same time - all that much longer. It
would destroy her.
I thought at first that she may be able to fight through this,
but now it was pretty apparent that was not going to be the case.
Torrie was being mutilated inside over this.
I could say that I was going to ask Torrie if she wanted to go
home because of the other ladies, as well. Torrie could, quite
possibly, put a damper on the upcoming holiday season with her
sulky attitude. Plus, she could eventually cause a rift in the
relationship between Lindsay and Trish.
However, those were NOT my reasons. I was thinking ONLY of Torrie,
and her well-being. Nothing else factored into my thoughts on
the subject. I wanted her to be happy but as things seemed now,
she was in the deepest depths of despair.
On the other hand, if Torrie went home, would things be any better
for her? According to the discussion I had with the 26-year-old
just two days ago, it didn't seem that way. Torrie had lost a
great deal of her friends because of her decision to get into
porn, and her family frowned upon her because of it, too. Was
there anything to go home to?
If she left the island, Torrie wouldn't have to deal with the
pain of seeing Lindsay - the one person she loves - with Trish
any longer. At the same time, however, Torrie would be right back
in a place - California - where she felt she was no longer welcome.
I always try to look at things in a positive light... but this
sure did look like a no-win situation.
Thus, I made the decision to give Torrie the choice as to whether
or not she wanted to return home, to Los Angeles. Considering
the circumstances, I also decided that Torrie would receive the
full $3,000,000 - her scheduled earnings for spending the whole
winter on the island - despite the fact she had only been here
for a week. Perhaps she could use the money to move elsewhere,
and start over in life...
* * *
After checking on Torrie's whereabouts with the help of my voyeur
room, I went directly to the recreation area. The beautiful, statuesque
blonde was there, reading a magazine while perched upon the sofa.
As could be expected, Torrie's overall mood and demeanor had not
improved all that much since breakfast.
"Hi sweetheart," I quietly said, approaching her slowly
while offering a friendly smile. "Can I have a minute?"
"Sure," she sighed, placing the magazine down.
"You're obviously not in a very good state of mind right
now," I said, taking a seat next to her. I grabbed ahold
of Torrie's hand and looked directly into her eyes. "I know
that you were incredibly hurt, sweetheart, by what happened between
you and Lindsay."
"Incredibly hurt does not describe it," Torrie offered.
"It doesn't even BEGIN to describe it." I nodded my
head. "I just wish that Lindsay and I could be together.
Don't worry, though. I'll get over it. Eventually. I hope..."
I flashed her a faint (hopeless) smile. "It sure doesn't
seem that way, sweetheart. You're all down in the dumps."
"Yeah..." she agreed, her voice trailing off. "Maybe
so.
But I think you can understand the reason why."
I took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Yes, I understood
her feelings all too well.
"I am trying to be happy for Lindsay and Trish," Torrie
added. "And, I am. I want Lindsay to be happy. I just wish
I was the one who made her happy, instead of Trish."
"I can't believe that I'm about to say this, Torrie,"
were my words. "I care about you... I love you. I love all
of you girls. But I can't stand to see you unhappy." I paused
and continued, "This is hard to say... but, I feel it is
necessary. Would... you be better off, if you were..."
In mid-sentence, my words were cut off by the sound of someone
knocking on the door to the recreation room. Torrie and I looked
over immediately, and saw the duo of Pamela and Lindsay standing
in the doorway.
"Hi there," Pamela said, smiling and waving her hand
in greeting toward us. "I see you two are having a talk,
but Lindsay here... she has something to say to Torrie. Is it
okay if we come in?"
"Of course," I said, wondering what this could be.
"Hi Lindsay," Torrie said, offering a half-hearted smile.
The 19-year-old's smile, on the other hand, was unique
and heartfelt. She approached Torrie, and stood above her. "Hi
Torrie," Lindsay returned, dropping down to a crouched position
so she and the blonde could look eye-to-eye. "Let me get
straight to the point. I appreciate the fact that you told me
about your feelings. You love me... and I care about you. I care
about you a great, great deal."
"You care about Trish a whole lot more, though," Torrie
said. "It's okay, though. Well... not really. I just wish
that you and me could be together. I really do."
"I was in love with Trish the very first moment I saw her,"
Lindsay remarked.
"And I was in love with you when I first saw you, too,"
Torrie said to Lindsay, in exasperation.
The teen-ager closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps lost in thought.
When she opened them, she looked squarely at Torrie and said,
"I've talked with both Pamela and Trish." Pamela smiled
at those words as Lindsay continued, "All of us think that
it would be best if you, Torrie, were to move back into the same
room with me... and Trish."
Torrie's eyes were wide and bulging in response to those words.
In fact, she didn't even have anything to say at first. Perhaps
Torrie was too surprised, or stunned?
"Trish doesn't know a thing about how you're feeling,"
Lindsay added, patting Torrie's wrist with her hand. "I talked
to her, and she said it would be great if you moved in with us.
You and her have always gotten along real good together."
The little blonde paused, then smiled. "All of us could be
together. And who knows? Maybe you, me and Trish... maybe we could
all grow to love each other, too."
Torrie's eyes were not the only ones which were about to burst.
Mine were, too. This was quite a nice surprise...
"What do you say, Torrie?" Lindsay asked, standing up
and extending her hand. "Would you like that? Would you like
to move in with me and Trish, and be our roomy?" Lindsay
punctuated those words by offering perhaps the sweetest, most
genuine smile I had EVER seen in my life.
It took a few seconds, but Torrie eventually smiled and nodded
her head in acceptance.
She grabbed ahold of Lindsay's hand and said, "I'd love that,
honey." Torrie stood up, and traded a series of smiles with
Lindsay, then Pamela, and Lindsay yet again.
The two ladies hooked their arms together and turned to walk away,
but Torrie stopped and looked back at me.
"What were you going to say to me, Jeremy?" she asked.
"OH!" I returned, being so overjoyed that I momentarily
forgot what I had come here for. That would be, of course, to
ask Torrie if she wanted to return home. "It was nothing
important, dear," I said to her. "Nothing at all."
Torrie flashed me a charming smile, then turned her head and walked
out of the room with Lindsay - going arm-in-arm.
"I'll catch up with you two later," Pamela said, calling
out to the pair of ladies.
With a big smile upon my face - and a tremendous amount of relief
and joy within my heart - I turned toward Pamela and shook my
head in amazement.
"This was all your doing... wasn't it?" I said to her,
my smile wide and looming.
"Not all of it," she replied. "I simply... SUGGESTED...
to Lindsay that she talk to Trish, and see if it would be okay
if Torrie moved in with them. Lindsay doesn't want to see Torrie
all sad and depressed. She cares about Torrie."
I smiled, knowing my wonderful wife was the driving force behind
this. "What are you going to do for a room-mate?"
"Oh, I don't know," Pamela replied. "Maybe I can
do what we did at the end of the summer. Whatever girl spends
the night with you... I'll stay with her room-mate. That means,
just like you... I get a different girl every night, too."
I smiled at her and said, "Quite the creative one, huh?"
"I don't know if this will solve all of the problems that
Torrie is having," Pamela commented. "Her moving in
with Trish and Lindsay... it could backfire. But I think it was
the only thing that we could do. Torrie was so unhappy."
"Let's hope it doesn't backfire," I said, crossing my
fingers and holding them before my wife's lovely face. "Hopefully
all three of them can fall in love, together. Seeing Torrie smile
now... I think it was the first TRUE smile I have seen from her
in the past couple of days."
"Speaking of that rotation system," Pamela cooed, "just
who is on your menu tonight, Jeremy?"
"Devon," I replied, gulping my throat at the prospect.
"Oh," Pamela grinned. "I'm sure you'll love that."
"Maybe," I told her, my tone uneven.
Devon was going to have some questions to answer tonight, concerning
her prior comments about not only Pamela and yours truly, but
our marriage as well. Was she a problem?
Anyone who posed any sort of a threat to my relationship with
Pamela... well, they were not welcome on my island. I was going
to get some straight answers from Devon - TONIGHT.
<<<- End of Part 12 ->>>
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