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M/F, F/F & just about everything else
Before Amy's live Internet show took place a few days ago, I sent
an e-mail to Trish - Lindsay's old flame and an island alum -
giving her my personal username and password to the website so
she could have access to it. My sincere hope was that Trish would
sign-on and see those live images of Lindsay, and then come running
back to her (and the island).
I have said it a million times, and I'll say it a million more
if need be - Lindsay and Trish belong together. There was no doubt
about that in my mind. Trish told me moments before leaving the
island this past summer that she loved Lindsay, and always would.
Even though one mention of Trish usually made Lindsay frown, I
knew the teen still loved her, too. Both of them belonged together.
It was that simple.
Their reason for being apart was strictly geographical. Trish
wanted to be with her friends and family in Canada, while Lindsay
preferred staying here on the island.
The original plan was once the summer ended, Lindsay was going
to move to Canada with Trish, so the two ladies could spend the
rest of their lives together. That soon changed, however, once
Lindsay decided that she rather stay on the island with Pamela
and yours truly than move to Canada. Once that happened, Trish
opted to stay on the island, too.
Lindsay enjoyed the sun and the surf too much to leave.
But a short time later, Trish decided that her life in Canada
was much too important to totally abandon. She could not commit
herself to spending the remainder of her life on the island -
even if it meant leaving Lindsay behind.
From the very moment Trish left the island, I held out hope that
she would one day return. But since a lot of time had passed since
I sent her that e-mail, with my username and password for Amy's
website, I was about to give up.
If there was one thing that would convince Trish to come back,
it would have been that webshow. In seeing Lindsay, perhaps those
feelings of love and devotion would have returned to Trish. That
was my sincere hope, at least.
But since I hadn't received a reply from her - knowing that she
checked her e-mail several times a day - I simply figured Trish
deleted my message upon receiving it. Logic only says that if
Trish did visit Amy's website and watch the show, and have her
feelings re-kindled in the process, she would have at least replied
and told me so by now.
Alas... I had received nothing from her.
Perhaps my faith all along was blind... and Trish had turned the
chapter, in regards to Lindsay, in her life. I wanted to think
differently, but now it was pretty clear. I needed to turn the
chapter myself, and give up hope. Living in Canada with her friends
and family closeby was obviously more important to Trish than
absolute, true love.
On the other hand, spending her days and nights on an island paradise
was more important to Lindsay, too. It really went both ways,
though I always preferred to look at it from the perspective that
Trish was the main culprit. After all, Trish was the one who left
Lindsay behind - not the other way around.
No matter the case, I just wanted Lindsay and Trish to be together
again. I now realized that was never going to happen. Trish would
have definitely replied to me by now...
* * *
On a better note, the day following Lindsay's birthday party
(as well as the monumental gang-bang), the ladies and I had an
in-depth discussion in regards to the upcoming Christmas holiday.
December 25th was not that far off.
Before all of them arrived on the island, I promised the group
of women that I would send them home for a week - if they so desired
- so they could spend the holiday with their loved ones. That
was a major selling point, considering how this was the winter-time,
in getting them to commit ten weeks of their lives to the island.
As we shared another scrumptious dinner meal, courtesy of Louisa,
I went over all the details and answered any questions the girls
had concerning Christmas.
I would escort them back to the mainland, via boat, on Saturday
the 22nd. The girls would then fly to Los Angeles, and board a
connector flight to wherever home was for them. A week later,
on the 29th, they would return to the island and we would get
back to (our unique version of) normal.
Even though I would have (selfishly) preferred that all of the
women stayed here with me for the holiday, I could not hold them
back from their families during this time of year. It would not
have been right of me to do.
All of the ladies were leaving for that week, with the sole exception
of Pamela. The original plan was for Lindsay to stay on the island
with my wife and I, for a very special Christmas, but the teen-ager
decided that she rather visit her family in Ohio. Lindsay, Pamela
and myself had been a devoted three-way couple since the summer
ended, but I had no problem with her change of heart. Lindsay
did love her family, and hadn't seen them in almost six months.
So, Pamela and I would spend a romantic week together - all alone.
We would be together for every waking hour... the more I thought
of that, the more I liked it. Pamela was my wife, and I loved
her more than anything in the world. It would be wonderful to
have a whole week to ourselves.
The only woman who would leave the island that week, but actually
not visit her family, was Amy.
Despite claiming on her website that she would not make another
movie until February or March, the porn star had also changed
her mind. She got into contact with her agent through e-mail,
and he managed to land her a leading role for a film which would
be shot during Christmas week.
The movie would be released in mid-January, and I very much looked
forward to adding it to my collection. I was the owner of ALL
of Amy's porn movies (as well as Torrie's). Both of them were
really the only two starlets that I cared to see on the smut screen
anymore.
Many of the girls were curious as to whether or not there would
be a Christmas celebration here on the island, with the entire
group involved. I told them that Pamela and I were planning a
big dinner for the evening before all of them took their one-week
leave of absence. There would also be a Christmas grab-bag, I
informed them, with plenty of presents and stocking-stuffers to
keep everyone happy.
I went onto say that before they left the island, I would give
each lady $2,000 in cash so they could buy their family members
and loved ones some nice presents. I figured for women such as
Devon and Cassidy, neither of whom had much of a bank account,
the money would come in real handy.
Even if they didn't spend any or all of that $2,000 on gifts,
I told the ladies the money was theirs. It was just one of my
presents to them - and they certainly appreciated my generosity.
Of course, I appreciated the happiness and joy each of them had
brought me with their mere presence.
* * *
After dinner, everyone felt stuffed to the max. Louisa, our 75-year-old
housekeeper, really was the best cook in the whole, wide world.
All of the ladies told her this, and thanked her for such a wonderful
meal as I dutifully cleared the table of empty glasses and dinner
plates.
Of course, I basically took care of the initial clean-up every
night after we ate. Louisa was an old woman with a bad back, and
I figured I was doing her a tremendous favor by clearing the table
each evening. She did plenty as it was - with cooking, laundry
and light household cleaning.
I guess some in my position - as the leader of a harem - would
not like such a role, but I really did not mind. I could assign
the girls to do the clean-up each night, on a rotating basis,
but figured since no one (but me) enjoyed cleaning, I didn't want
to overburden any of them with it.
There have been those rare occasions when I have asked for a volunteer
to help me, but mostly, I just did this myself. The ladies were
guests of mine (as well as Pamela and Lindsay), and should not
be expected to do chores.
In the process of cleaning up, Stephanie approached me and asked
about the Christmas grab-bag, and if it would be okay if she bought
presents for all of her fellow ladies during her week home, in
Connecticut.
I smiled in response, knowing it was a kind thought on her part,
before telling her that she could - if she wanted. There would
be plenty of gifts in the grab-bag so it would not be necessary,
although if she wanted, I would not stop her. I told Stephanie
that she was a thoughtful person.
* * *
It was 10:00pm that evening when I found myself in a very familiar
place - the voyeur room.
Instead of whacking off with my eyes fixated on a heated sexual
encounter - as I usually did while here - I was watching (and
listening to) Devon and Cassidy as the two ladies sat together
on the big bed in their personal room.
Cassidy was beautiful, but of course, I found myself much more
interested in the vivacious and alluring Devon. Just a mere glimpse
of her was enough to give me a raging hard-on.
"I heard Jeremy is worth a billion dollars," Cassidy
commented in a soft tone, looking at her room-mate. "No wonder
he can afford a place like this - the island - while also being
able to provide us with lots of money and gifts." She paused
and added, "I bet he thinks he'll never be able to spend
all of that money himself, so he helps others."
Devon smiled and said, "I agree with you. Jeremy is a real
sweetheart. He's not your typical billionaire. Not many people
would basically give their money away like he is. We're getting
$3 million each for staying here for less than three months, and
we don't deserve it."
"Yeah, I know," Cassidy commented. "An island paradise,
with sun and swimming, in maybe the most beautiful and picturesque
area of the world - the South Pacific. We're all bi-sexual, and
we're among a group of beautiful women who are just like us. We
spend our days having fun and sex with each other." She giggled
before adding, "If anything, we should be paying Jeremy to
stay here!"
Devon smirked and countered, "I don't think that we're all
worth $3 million, though. I could stay here for fifteen or twenty
thousand, for three months, and be happy. I have no idea what
I'll do with $3 million once returning home."
"Maybe you could become a loan shark!" Cassidy shot
back, sneering. "I also heard that Jeremy promised all of
the girls who were here in the summer a cool $50,000 each, while
one would get half a million. Winds up that he gave all of them
$1.5 million each. That's called extreme generosity."
"As I said," Devon returned, "Jeremy is not your
typical billionaire. I can't see him being some shrewd businessman
who stepped all over others on his way to the top. It's not his
style to do that. That is why I'm curious as to how he got all
of his money. But, he refuses to tell, and Lindsay and Pamela
are apparently sworn to secrecy."
"He probably invented some type of computer hardware, or
a top-selling video game," Cassidy speculated. "I mean,
just look at the way he was talking the other night when explaining
his computer's capabilities to Amy. He sure didn't sound like
a casual computer user to me. It seemed as if he knew what he
was talking about, and had first-hand knowledge of the stuff...
like a computer genius."
"I could really care less about his money, myself,"
Devon said. "I just think Jeremy is an incredibly nice, and
good person. Pamela sure is lucky to have found him, and married
him." My eyes went wide as Devon added, "I wish I found
him first. I'd love to have a husband as sweet as him." She
paused before continuing, "But please don't tell anyone I
said that, Cassidy. I don't want to hurt their marriage."
"Your words are safe with me," the gothic princess said,
criss-crossing her heart with a fingertip for emphasis.
My mind began to work overtime in regards to what Devon had said
about me. She wishes that she found me before my wife, Pamela,
did? Devon would like to have a husband just like me? All of it
was very flattering, indeed, but those words made me feel a bit
guilty because my personal thoughts concerning Devon were not
quite that wholesome.
Since I first seen her at the airport, several days ago, I had
thought of Devon as a total object. She was a lust bunny, to say
the least, and my only thoughts about her involved sex and perversion.
This was because I found her body to be absolutely flawless, and
built for hardcore sex. Devon was every fantasy I ever had - come
to life.
While I had these ideas about her, Devon was wishing that her
and I were married. That was not right on my part. Devon was a
person, with emotions and feelings like the rest of us. I shouldn't
be thinking of her like a piece of meat.
Amy was a definite lust bunny herself, but I had always been able
to look at her as a person first - then as an object. Why was
it with Devon, my thoughts were different? Of the two, Amy should
be considered more of an object. She was the insatiable, seasoned
porn star - not Devon.
Devon was just a dental assistant from Pennsylvania who, until
coming to the island, had never branched far from her home-state.
Why did I think of her in a different light?
But Devon was also in the wrong too, concerning her thoughts about
me. I was married to Pamela, and nothing - not even this incredible
goddess - would ever change that.
Fortunately, the 24-year-old quickly added after sharing her inner
thoughts with Cassidy that she had no desire to harm my marriage
with Pamela. Otherwise, I would probably feel very concerned right
now. It was okay for her to perhaps think that way about me. But,
I did not want Devon to start scheming against Pamela, and our
marriage.
"My last boyfriend was such an awful jerk," Devon said,
contiunuing her discussion with Cassidy. "But for whatever
reason, I loved him at first. I really did."
Cassidy suppressed a laugh and said, "It always seems to
be that way with guys who are jerks." She shrugged her shoulders
and added, "I've been down that road before."
"I went over to his house one day," Devon explained.
"I got off early from work, so we could spend the afternoon
and evening together. I even bought him a present." Her lips
twitched with remorse before she continued, "When I got there,
I let myself in and found him doing my two best friends at the
same time." Devon shook her head and added, "Well...
they weren't my best friends anymore."
"I bet he asked you to join in... didn't he?" Cassidy
speculated. "All guys are that way."
"Yes, he did," Devon replied. "This was before
I was bi, though I had those feelings and desires. But I was not
about to jump into bed with that scuz-ball, and those two skanks.
They had been fucking him behind my back for over a year before
I found out about it. Then, they expected me to hop right in with
them, and make it a three-on-one."
"I'm sorry, honey," Cassidy said, reaching out and gently
placing a hand upon Devon's shoulder.
"It's okay," the blonde assured her, sniffing her nose.
"Keith just turned me off of guys for awhile. After him,
I explored my bi side. I found myself a girlfriend, and we had
a pretty good relationship for awhile, though it ended badly too.
I... It's all about Jeremy, though. Guys who are as sweet and
sincere as he is... they're hard to find."
"I pretty much gave up searching for that kind of guy a few
years back," Cassidy said. "If one falls into my lap,
that would be great, and I would consider marrying him. But I'm
not searching for one anymore. Most of my relationships now don't
last that long, and are based strictly on sex."
"I found the perfect guy for me," Devon said, her eyes
wide and looming as she took a deep breath. "Unfortunately,
he is married to someone else - Pamela."
With those words, I gulped my throat. It sounded as if Devon was
actually serious with her thoughts concerning me. Was that reason
enough for me to be worried about it? She had only known me for
a couple of days...
"Jeremy isn't different than most guys when it comes to sex,
though," Cassidy said. "Look at what he has done. He
brings all of us here, he has sex with us. He brings a whole group
of men to the island, so they can gang-bang us."
"Are you complaining about that?" Devon giggled, to
which Cassidy shook her head negatively. "Jeremy may be a
pervert in some ways, but we're all perverts here. We wouldn't
be on the island if we weren't all perverts."
"You have a point there," Cassidy smirked.
"It is one thing to have a perverted side, yet be a very
nice and good person at the same time," Devon said to her
room-mate. "To me, that is Jeremy. I don't like perverts
who are also jerks in all other phases of life, too."
"It's good to have a spicy sex life," Cassidy remarked.
"I couldn't survive without one. Just the mere thought of
spreading my legs, underneath the covers in the missionary position,
for the same man for 40 years... I cringe. I need lots of partners;
lots of variety, to keep going."
"I know what you mean," Devon said, tracing a hand across
one of her own large breasts as she wore an oversized, white night-shirt.
"Just being here on the island, I realize I need lots of
partners, too. I would fuck around, but always come home to my
husband at the end of the day."
"Your husband," Cassidy grinned. "Why don't you
talk to Jeremy about your feelings for him?"
"Oh no," Devon returned emphatically, shaking her head.
"I couldn't do that. I don't want to hurt his marriage. Plus,
I don't hold anything bad against Pamela. I think she is really
nice, too."
"Maybe you could aspire to be their play-thing," Cassidy
suggested, still grinning. "You know, kind of how Lindsay
is for them. At least, she seems like their play-thing."
"Hmmmmm," Devon moaned, smiling. "Oh yes. I'd love
to be a play-thing for Pamela and Jeremy, especially Jeremy. I
always have had a submissive side, though it's really not been
explored yet. Amy was telling me that Jeremy has somewhat of an
interest in bondage... light bondage."
OH GOD.
I took my shaft out and immediately began to stroke it, in response
to the things Devon was saying about me. The luscious blonde wanted
to be my play-thing? She had a submissive side, and seemed interested
in light bondage?
As if I hadn't lusted after her enough already, now my fantasies
and deepest thoughts about Devon had increased ten-fold. Nevermind
the fact that she secretly wished that she was my wife. Devon
wanted to be my personal slut!
* * *
I missed the next few words which were exchanged between the
two ladies because I was looking down at my cock as I busily frigged
it with my right hand. However, my attention soon returned to
the monitor in front of me as I heard a long, drawn-out moan of
pleasure come direct from Devon.
I growled with my own desire as I watched Devon and Cassidy share
a very tender, intimate kiss with each other. Cassidy tilted her
head to the side, perhaps giving her better access to explore
the inner depths and recesses of Devon's velvety mouth. Devon
responded with another moan as she unbuttoned Cassidy's pajama
top, before slipping both hands inside and massaging the Californian's
breasts.
I continued stroking my cock while watching the two women now
trade their lips and tongues over an open-mouthed kiss. Devon
giggled momentarily, before sliding Cassidy's pajama top from
her body and then pinning the gothic princess to the bed beneath
her. Now straddling Cassidy's waist, Devon broke the kiss and
sat up, again giggling.
The jaw-dropping blonde smiled down at her room-mate while groping
both of her bare breasts with her hands. "Do you like that,
honey?" Devon asked, now twirling her fingertips over and
across Cassidy's hard, rigid nipples.
"I like everything you do, baby," Cassidy grinned in
response, before sitting up herself and attaching her lips to
Devon's for another blissful kiss.
This time, the kiss these two women shared was much more intense
and passionate than their last one. As Cassidy reclined back onto
the bed, Devon went down with her in an embrace. Both ladies attacked
each others' mouth with their tongues in an all-out assault full
of erotic jabs and swipes. The breathing between them had quickly
become quite ragged.
Nestled atop her lover, Devon broke the kiss and then began to
nuzzle and suck away upon various portions of Cassidy's tender
neck. The 23-year-old seemed to enjoy that particular treatment,
as she arched her head and back in response. It only provided
Devon with greater initiative as she continued to kiss and nibble
upon Cassidy's neck.
"Oh yeah," the raven-haired goddess cooed. "Oh
yeah, baby... I like that a lot. A whole lot."
"I like YOU a lot," Devon giggled, before moving her
lips up to Cassidy's for yet another tongue-filled kiss. Cassidy
grabbed the back of Devon's head and held it tightly, not allowing
her to break the heated kiss for several seconds.
When the grip was released, Devon broke free and moved downward.
She grinned for a moment, then attached her lips to one of Cassidy's
nipples and began sucking away upon it. Soon, the gorgeous blonde
was going from breast to breast, worshipping them and their nipples
with her mouth. Devon also paid equal attention to the valley
between Cassidy's breasts, licking and slurping her cleavage thoroughly.
Cassidy moaned with pure arousal as Devon then slipped a hand
underneath the waistband of her shorts. I could tell that all
of Devon's fingers were extended as she rubbed and massaged Cassidy's
pussy underneath the silky shorts, bringing the 23-year-old from
California even more pleasure as she continued to pay erotic,
oral homage to her breasts.
"Hmmmmm... yeah," Cassidy moaned, clamping her thighs
together upon Devon's probing hand. "Do you know how good
that feels, baby? Oh yeah... real good. Really good."
A moment later, Devon managed to slide Cassidy's shorts and G-string
down her hips and thighs, and eventually off. Now, Cassidy was
completely nude.
Smiling, Devon retracted her mouth from Cassidy's breasts and
looked eye-to-eye with her. "I'm glad you like it. But you
know what? I can make you feel even better." Devon pressed
her lips to Cassidy's for a quick kiss, then offered her another
charming smile. "With my tongue, of course."
"I like the sound of that," Cassidy smirked, spreading
her thighs in both preparation and anticipation. At the same time,
Devon got rid of her oversized night-shirt. Much to the delight
of Cassidy (as well as myself), the 24-year-old from Pennsylvania
was not wearing a bra or panties. Thus, her spectacular, nude
body was now on total display.
I continued to frig my pulsing erection as Devon slid further
downward, her blonde head coming to a stop between Cassidy's outstretched
legs. When the gothic beauty moaned and tensed up in heated desire,
I did the same.
"Sweet, little pussy," Devon softly cooed, her hot tongue
busy licking and swiping away at the tender, moist folds of Cassidy's
womanly slit.
I watched with wide eyes as Devon, perched upon her hands and
knees, wiggled her hips in a very seductive manner as she went
to work on her room-mate. With the camera angle from behind, I
had an excellent view of Devon's upturned ass, as well as her
pussy, as both swayed from side to side. It was, as you may imagine,
a truly amazing sight.
What I wouldn't give to be there right now, on my knees behind
her... so I could stuff that pussy full with my cock.
"Oh yeah," Cassidy moaned, several times in succession,
as Devon continued to orally worship her with her tongue. The
Californian was busy squirming and writhing about upon the bed,
while squeezing and mauling her own breasts for extra stimulation.
I was about to lose control of myself...
Devon withdrew her face from the joining of Cassidy's thighs long
enough to give her a smile, before she jammed two fingers into
her lover's pussy and began thrusting away. In no time flat, Cassidy's
eyes were bulging as she arched her back high off the bed in response.
Keeping her face at a distance, Devon just used her fingers as
she hammered them in-and-out Cassidy's slit at a rather furious
pace.
The raven-haired minx was moaning rather loudly and intensely
as she looked up at Devon, who smiled back at her. Those two fingers
still shoved deep in her room-mate's swollen pussy, Devon moved
upward for a quick moment so she could offer Cassidy another kiss
on the lips.
An instant later, however, Devon's face was once again buried
between Cassidy's outstretched thighs.
I growled out like a madman as my cock simply erupted, cum spewing
out upon my wrist and all over the front of my trousers. I continued
stroking, however, and found myself getting hard rather quickly
while keeping an eye on the luscious sight of Devon's tight, perfect
ass as it continued to sway from side to side upon the monitor.
When Cassidy finally screamed out and clenched her thighs tightly
around Devon's head, I knew she was in the process of an orgasm.
Lowering herself to her stomach upon the bed, Devon arched her
knees and linked her feet together, then held them high as she
really dug into Cassidy's pussy with her probing lips and mouth.
Seconds later, she added a pair of fingers to the mix, and had
Cassidy screaming out her lust until the orgasm finally subsided
and faded away.
When Devon withdrew her face from the depths of Cassidy, I noticed
that it was completely saturated with pussy-cream. Devon offered
Cassidy a smile, before extending her fingers to her room-mate's
mouth. Cassidy immediately took each inside, and began to suck
on them as if they were a cock.
"Oh yeah," Devon moaned, smiling. "Lick ALL of
your hot pussy-juice off of my fingers. Lick them dry!"
Cassidy moaned and smiled as she complied with the nasty request.
At the same time, Devon used her free hand to wipe her own face
dry, before taking her fingers into her mouth and cleansing them
thoroughly. "Hmmmmm..." she purred, her eyes fixated
upon Cassidy. "Tastes delicious."
Once Devon withdrew her other fingers from Cassidy's mouth, the
stacked blonde lunged forward and offered her lover another heated,
tongue-filled kiss. The two ladies smiled at one another just
before sharing a warm embrace. Next, they exchanged another smile
as both curled up under the bedsheet and gazed adoringly into
each others' eyes.
"You should try to warm Pamela up with that tongue of yours,"
Cassidy grinned. "You know, if you want to be her and Jeremy's
play-thing. Work on Pamela, too."
"Oh, don't worry," Devon told her. "I plan to."
She paused before adding, "All I know is that I want Jeremy.
I'll go through Pamela to get him, if I have to."
* * *
My eyes wide and looming, I got up from the chair in my voyeur
room and retreated back to my personal suite. Pamela was in the
recreation room, along with Torrie and Lindsay, listening to some
music CDs. So, I had the suite to myself for the time being.
Devon sure did seem aggressive with her words about me, but I
wondered if they were just that - words. Would Devon really go
out and try to act upon what she had said?
Without the help of the voyeur room, I would never know that she
felt this way about me. Was I making too much of this? Was it
normal for women to talk this way to their friends about married
men whom they felt attracted to?
Just because Devon said those things, or thought this way... it
didn't mean she had any real ideas or plans to follow through
with it. At least, I didn't think so.
I could not see Devon saying those things if she knew I had been
eavesdropping the whole time. I wanted Devon in the worst way
possible, but knew that I would have to tone down my feelings/lust
for her if she had even the slightest intention of harming my
marriage with my wife.
Devon would go through Pamela, she said, if she had to... in order
to get to me? That sounded overly aggressive. But at the same
time, moments earlier, Devon told Cassidy that she would never
hurt my marriage with Pamela.
And what exactly did that mean? She would warm Pamela up to the
idea of her being our personal "play-thing"? Or did
Devon have ideas or thoughts of stealing me away from Pamela?
Perhaps all of it was nothing more than idle chatter between Devon
and Cassidy. Perhaps I shouldn't have eavesdropped...
Was I confused?
You bet...
* * *
Fortunately, something came up which would prevent me from over-analyzing
and dissecting Devon's comments for the remainder of the evening.
That something turned out to be a very big thing.
I found that new e-mail was awaiting me on my computer.
Here is an unedited copy of the message:
FROM: Patricia (last name) ((e-mail address))
SUBJECT: i want to come back
hi jeremy,
ive never been much of a typer or writer so
ill get right to the point. i didn't see it
before but see it now. me leaving your
island way back in august was the single
biggest mistake of my life. i have been
fooling myself ever since in thinking that
my life is better now because of it.
i guess i finally realized this when i went to amy's website
the other night and seen lindsay in action. i didnt like seeing
her in a porn movie but it made me remember how much i love her
and need her in my life. she is such a total sweetheart and i
have no idea why i left her in the first place.
you said in your email to me that i am welcome back to the island.
well i want to come back now. i have thought about it the past
couple days and am dead set serious about it. i need lindsay in
my life. i will sell my health club and leave all of my family
behind just so i can be with her.
please call me Jeremy and let me know when i
can come back to the island. if it can be
right now or tomorrow when i come that would
be great. please also tell lindsay that i
love her and am coming home. and this time i
will be home to stay. -love, trish
No longer concentrating on Devon and her words about me, I reclined
back in my chair at the computer desk and smiled. A personal fantasy
of mine had just come true...
Lindsay and Trish were going to be together again!
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} else {
print ("Give feedback and discus this story!");
}
function db_connect ()
{
global $username, $password, $database;
$link = @mysql_pconnect("localhost", $username, $password);
if ($link && mysql_select_db($database)) return($link);
return(FALSE);
}
?>
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