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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 3  M/F, F/F
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 3 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   Like most who surf the Internet, I am a happy person when
I log on to the local service provider and find that I have
a new message waiting for me.  The computer voice telling
me "You've got mail" is a very welcome sound, indeed.  Is
there anyone out there who doesn't like getting new e-mail?
   As I logged onto the Internet on this warm and cozy
afternoon, I found that I had new e-mail.  I was positive
that the message was from Amy.  The porn star, or slut as
I preferred to call her, would tell me her plans to visit us
here on the island.  She would be here in just a few days!
   After all, I had every right to think that way.  Torrie
just mentioned to me yesterday that Amy had every intention
on coming to the island - when her busy schedule permitted.
Torrie, Amy's co-star and her real life lover, said that the
nymphomaniac would send me an e-mail when she had a true,
definitive date for her arrival.
   However, when my e-mail page loaded, I found that the new
message was NOT from Amy.  Despite that, however, the name
on the "from:" line made my eyes grow big with surprise.
This is the LAST person whom I expected to hear from...
   The following is a copy of the message:


        FROM: Patricia (last name) ((e-mail address))
        SUBJECT: i'm begging you

        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.

        every day without lindsay being a part of
        my life i feel more and more worse. i also
        realize how much you and pam meant to me.
        i hope your marriage is doing good with
        her.  i loved your wedding pics. :)

        i know you have brought new girls to the
        island now too. if lindsay is interested i
        would love to come back to the island.  i
        love lindsay with all of my heart and if
        she wants to be on the island then i want
        to be on the island too. her and i belong
        together jeremy. it took me awhile but i
        now realize that lindsay and having her in
        my life is more important than being here
        with my family.

        i dont know what else to say except that i
        hope you talk with lindsay and tell her how
        i feel and see if she feels the same way.
        either way please contact me jeremy and let
        me know. you know my phone number. i will
        be home all day today and tomorrow waiting
        for you to call me. tell lindsay that i
        love her and i want to be with her. i want
        to come back to the island.

        i will pay my own way (air-fare) to the
        island if you will have me back. again
        please call and let me know. i will beg
        you and her if i have to.   -love, trish


   I re-read the message three times before all of it had
sunk into my mind.  Trish - who spent the summer draped all
over Lindsay like a wet blanket (and vice versa) - wanted to
come back to the island?  The same Trish who wanted Lindsay
to move to Canada with her after the summer ended?  Trish?
   After Lindsay decided that she wanted to stay on the
island instead, Trish opted to stay too.  But a short time
later, the Canadian decided that her friends and family were
much too important to her.  She could not abandon everything
in Toronto, and spend the remainder of her life here on the
island - even if it meant leaving Lindsay behind.
   So, Trish popped into my personal suite one day and told
me of her feelings.  She then requested that I send her home.
It was a very bitter pill to swallow, as I - of all people -
thought that Lindsay and Trish belonged together.  But, her
request was granted.  She went home later that day.

   I re-read the message again - a fourth time.  Was this a
dream?  Trish wanted to come back to the island?  I thought
back to the messages and telephone conversations the two of
us had shared over the past couple of months.
   Trish had just opened her own fitness club, and was doing
quite well with it.  She told me on more than one occasion
about the new love interest in her life - Victoria.  Judging
by the pictures she had sent me, Trish and Victoria looked
very happy together.  They were a wonderful couple.
   The emotions I was feeling at this point in time - as I
reviewed this message once again - cannot be put into words.
I was confused.  Surprised.  Shocked.  Happy?  Was I happy?
   Of course I was happy.  Very happy!  I always believed
that Lindsay and Trish belonged together.  It nearly tore me
apart when Trish went back home to Canada during the summer.
I know that it almost destroyed Lindsay, as well.
   I would welcome Trish back to the island with open arms.
I enjoyed having her here with us during this past summer.
I cannot stress how much I believe that her and Lindsay
should be together.  I have ALWAYS thought that way.
   I wanted to call her, and welcome her back immediately.
   However, I had to hold myself back before doing anything
too hasty.  I wanted Trish to come back to the island in the
worst way possible.  But at the same time, there was someone
whose opinion and feelings on the subject would ultimately
decide whether or not Trish came back at all.

   That person, of course, was Lindsay.

   It would not be fair of me to bring Trish back to the
island without Lindsay's permission or consent.  What if
Lindsay didn't want Trish back?  It probably sounds strange
for me to say that, but it seemed like a real possibility.
   After all, Lindsay was incredibly hurt at the end of the
summer by Trish's decision to leave the island.  What if she
did not want to risk such a thing happening to her again?
Lindsay knew that she was safe and secure with Pamela and
myself.  Did Lindsay want to let Trish back into her life?
She left us once.  What would stop her from leaving again?
Could Lindsay survive that same kind of hurt a second time?
   Ultimately, the decision would be up to her.  She held
the key as to whether or not Trish would come back.
   Knowing that Trish was probably by her telephone right
now - waiting for it to ring - I had to find Lindsay fast.

                           * * *

   After printing out a copy of the e-mail, I went into the
voyeur room to check on Lindsay's whereabouts.  With the
help of my cameras, I found her upstairs lounging by the big
indoor pool, underneath the sun-roof.  I had to show her the
message and get an answer.  I owed Trish a quick response.

                           * * *

   "Of course I want her back..." Lindsay said to me moments
later, her voice revealing both surprise and shock.  She
looked at the print-out once more before adding, "My God,
Jeremy... I've never stopped loving Trish."
   A smile appeared on my face as a single tear trickled down
Lindsay's.  I wiped it away with my thumb.  More tears began
to form in Lindsay's eyes, so I brought her into my arms and
offered her a very warm and loving embrace.
   "I can't believe she's coming back," Lindsay said in a
weak tone.  "I... I never thought I'd see her again."  She
pulled away from the embrace and looked at me with her eyes
now full of tears.  "Can... can I talk to her?  Trish?"
   I smiled while saying, "You want to make the phone call?"
   "Yes," she replied in a whisper.
   I smiled once more while pulling a portable phone out of
my shirt pocket.  I flipped the component open, but paused
before starting to dial.  "Are you sure, Lindsay?  I mean...
what if Trish decides she wants to leave again?  Say in six
months, or a year?  She's done it once already, you know."
   The 18-year-old wiped the tears from her charming face
and shook her head in denial.  "I don't think she'll do that
again, Jeremy.  Judging from that e-mail, Trish has seen the
error of her ways."  Lindsay paused before adding, "Besides,
I won't let Trish leave me again."
   My eyes widened at her comment.  "What do you mean?"
   Lindsay shook her head once more.  "I'll show her so much
love and affection that she would be insane to leave.  You
think I was hot and heavy for her in the summertime?"  The
blonde cracked a grin and added, "Wait until you see me when
her and I are together now."
   I put the portable phone down and stared deeply into the
young woman's watery eyes.  "Can I ask you something, honey?
You told me at the end of the summer that you loved me more
than you did Trish.  Was that the truth?"
   Lindsay seemed taken back by my words.  "Of course it was
the truth, Jeremy.  I wouldn't have opted to stay here with
you and Pamela if it wasn't the truth."
   "Being on an island paradise had nothing to do with your
decision?" was my next query.  "Where the sun is plentiful,
and the beach is nothing more than a walk away?"  I paused
and added, "It's a lot different from Ohio, you know...
especially this time of year.  Could be snowing there now."
   "The island did have some say in the matter," the blonde
admitted.  "I've made no secrets about my love for the ocean
and warm weather.  But still, my feelings for you were much
stronger than they were for Trish."  She paused and added,
"It is kind of awkward for me, Jeremy, with you.  I love you
very much, but Pamela is your wife.  I always feel kind of
second-rate to her when I am with you.  I cannot let all of
my feelings and emotions out.  At least not yet."
   "Why is that, Lindsay?" I asked, my eyes narrow.  "Pamela
loves you very much.  She wants you to be open with us."
   "I'm just always afraid that I may say something, or do
something, that would make Pamela jealous," Lindsay told me.
"I mean, the last thing I want to do is harm your marriage
with her, in any way.  I don't want to do that."
   "You shouldn't worry about that, sweetheart," I returned.
"Pamela is not the jealous type.  You've been with us for a
long time now, Lindsay.  I don't want you to hold anything
back with us.  Let all of your emotions and feelings out."
   "I feel more at ease when I am with Pamela," Lindsay told
me.  "That says nothing bad about you, Jeremy.  I just feel
more comfortable with her.  No matter what, I know, you will
never become jealous of me or her.  You're not the type."
   "What makes you think Pamela is?" I asked.  "I mean, her
and I just got married.  You've shared our bed for the past
three months.  We just brought Devon, Stephanie and Jessica
here to the island.  Pamela personally saw to it that Devon
and Stephanie seduced me last night, during a three-some.
She is not the jealous type either, honey."
   "I'm getting better with it," Lindsay countered.  "I
really am.  It's just I have a hard time trying to grasp
Pamela and her personality.  I never really know what she is
thinking.  I just try to be careful.  I know how much you
love her, Jeremy.  I'd never want to hurt your marriage."
   "Pamela can be quite mysterious at times," I commented.
"There is a lot of depth and thought in that wicked mind of
hers.  I agree with you there.  But Lindsay dear, I can
assure you that she is not the jealous type."  I paused and
added, "In fact, Pamela likes it when you and I are together
because she knows that you drive me absolutely crazy."
   Lindsay grinned and said, "Especially when I wear my 'lil
schoolgirl outfit."

   My eyes bulged, as did my cock, at those words.  "Oh yes."
The image of Lindsay in her little plaid skirt, sweater vest
and uniform blouse danced through my mind.  Throw in a pair
of knee-high socks and saddle shoes, along with two bushy
blonde pig-tails... I now had a full erection, just from
thinking about Lindsay in her "'lil schoolgirl outfit".

   I gulped my throat, trying to clear my senses.  Lindsay
had a knowing smile on her face because she was looking at
the big lump in my trousers.  I proceeded to pick up the
phone and begin dialing Trish's number.
   "How long can I talk to her?" Lindsay asked.  "I know it
is probably six or seven thousand miles between us.  I don't
want to run your phone bill up.  I talk for ten minutes?"
   I shook my head and stopped in mid-dial.  "Talk to her as
long as you like, sweetheart.  All day, if that is what you
want.  Don't worry, I can afford it."
   The tender 18-year-old offered me a gracious smile and
returned, "Thank you, Jeremy.  Are you gonna talk to her?"
   "No," I replied.  "I think she wants to talk to you more
than she does me, sweetheart.  Just tell Trish that I will
send her an e-mail later this afternoon.  I'll have her
flight information for her.  Today is Monday.  She will
leave Toronto on Wednesday morning, and fly here.  That will
give her a full day to pack and say good-bye to everyone."
   "You're going to pay for her air-fare?" Lindsay asked.
"Trish said in the e-mail she would do that herself."
   "I'll take care of it," I replied.  "You just tell Trish
to check her e-mail.  I'll have her information in an hour."
I finished dialing the number, then gave the hand-held phone
over to Lindsay.  She smiled while taking it.
   A few seconds later, her smile became even brighter.
"Trish?" Lindsay said into the phone, full of excitement.
"Trish?  Is that you?"  There was a pause before she soon
countered, "Yeah, it's me, Lindsay!"  Another pause.  "I've
missed you so much too!"
   I smiled at the verbal exchange, but felt it would not be
right of me to stand by and eavesdrop.  As Lindsay continued
to talk and banter about with her long-lost girlfriend, I
leaned down and kissed the young woman on the forehead.
Then, I turned and exited the pool area.
   "I love you too, Trish!" were the last words I heard from
Lindsay, which made me smile.  Was that a cry in her voice?
Of course it was...

                           * * *

   "I think that's wonderful," Pamela said to me a half-hour
later, as she reviewed the message from Trish on the
computer screen.  Both of us, quite obviously, were in my
personal suite.  "Trish and Lindsay can be together again."
   I nodded my head while clicking on the [reply] option.
"I've always thought they should be together," were my
words, as I began to type out Trish's flight itinerary.

   She would fly from Toronto early on Wednesday morning to
Chicago, then board a flight to Los Angeles.  From there,
Trish would fly down to South America.  Upon reaching her
destination, Ian - a friend of mine who owned a helicopter -
would transport Trish from the mainland to the island.  She
was due at the airport around 7:00pm Wednesday evening.

   "Lindsay was in tears?" Pamela said, referring to what I
had told her moments ago.  "Wonderful.  I know how much she
missed Trish.  They make a great couple together."
   "I have the feeling now that Lindsay chose the sun and
the surf here over Trish," I told my wife.  "She has said
all along that she loves me more than she ever did Trish.
That, she says, is why she chose to stay here with us.  But
you know what, Pamela?  I don't know if I believe her.
Lindsay wanted to stay here because this is an island
paradise.  She loves this mansion and the beach too much."
   "You may be right," Pamela agreed, as I sent Trish her
e-mail.  "What does it matter, though?  Despite whether or
not she loves you or Trish more, she still loves you.  She
loves me too.  And best of all, at least for you, you get to
have sex with her anytime you want.  She's your plaything."
   "I don't know," I said, my voice soft, as I looked down.
"I'd hate to think that Lindsay lied to me back then about
her feelings.  You know, about how she loved me more than
she did Trish.  Not so much for my own sake, but for her and
Trish.  They could have been together this whole time."
   "In Toronto?" Pamela countered.  "Is that what you want,
Jeremy?  You want them to be six thousand miles away, where
you would never see them again?  Without your plaything?"
   I shook my head and replied, "I was willing to give
Lindsay up for good.  You know that, Pamela.  I wanted her
and Trish to be together more than anything.  Even if that
meant me never seeing her again.  They belonged together."
   "You're too unselfish," Pamela commented.  "The reality
is that Lindsay chose you, me and the island over Trish and
Canada.  Whether or not she did that because of the weather
here and the beach or not should be of no consequence.  It
really should not matter now because Trish is coming back."
Pamela made a fist and lightly tapped on my head with her
knuckles.  "Hello?" she said.  "Is there anyone home?"  She
giggled and added, "You should get that through your head."
   "Maybe you're right," I countered, taking a deep breath.
   "Of course I'm right," Pamela smirked, embracing me
warmly with both arms.  "Lindsay's decision to stay here on
the island was her own.  And no one is forcing her to stay
here, Jeremy."  Pamela ended the embrace and kissed me on
the cheek.  "Wasn't that one of your selling points to all
the girls during the summer?  The island?  You tried to
convince everyone to stay here by really hyping the island."
   "You've got a point there," I told her.  "Maybe I should
feel better.  Trish IS coming back.  I think I would feel a
lot worse if I thought these things about Lindsay, and Trish
wasn't coming back.  I just want them to be together."
   "You're a unique guy," Pamela smiled.  "You bring all of
us girls here so you can fuck us, and watch us fuck each
other like a pervert with your hidden cameras.  Yet beneath
all of that, you're a very emotional and sensitive person.
Very caring, who puts others before your own feelings."
   I shrugged my shoulders.  "Just because I'm a pervert, as
you say, it doesn't mean that I can't care for others.  I
want everyone to be happy."
   "What about if and when Amy comes back here to visit?"
Pamela said.  "She and Trish don't like each other at all,
after what they went through with Lindsay over the summer.
They won't be happy to see each other."
   I shrugged my shoulders once more.  "I know.  Trish is
coming here in two days and the last person she expects to
see is Amy.  And vice versa, for whenever Amy arrives.  But
Amy will only be here for a couple of days.  Hopefully, it
won't be too bad between them."
   "I'm looking forward to having Trish come back, myself,"
Pamela told me.  "Not only so she and Lindsay can be
together again, but because Trish can join me and Torrie for
our morning workouts in the exercise room.  Being there this
morning with just Torrie, and not Trish, was strange."
   "You three trained together all summer," I remarked.  "Do
you have any hope of that with the new girls?"
   "I don't think so," Pamela said, shaking her head.  "None
of them seem too interested in full-scale exercise.  Jessica
is like Lindsay; she is a twig.  She's so thin and frail.
Stephanie says she has no desire to do weights or exercises,
other than a long walk or swimming.  And Devon, it seems...
well, Devon just wants to have sex."
   My eyes grew big at those words.  "Do you have first-hand
knowledge of that, precious wifey?"
   Pamela nodded her head, which made my cock stir.  "Her
and I had a little encounter around noon-time today."  She
smirked and added, "I loved licking that 'lil pussy of hers.
That reminds me, Jeremy.  Did you enjoy your evening last
night, with Devon and Stephanie?"
   "I knew you put Stephanie up to coming to my room with
Devon," I told her.  "Stephanie seemed kind of shy at first,
so I knew she wasn't there on her own accord."
   "She wasn't shy after you fucked her, though," Pamela
grinned.  "I heard all about it from Devon this morning.
That also reminds me, Jeremy.  You haven't had sex with
Torrie since she returned to the island.  You haven't been
with Jessica, either."  Pamela smirked and added, "Don't
worry, though.  You'll have both of them soon enough."
   "Are you my match-maker or something?" I asked her.
   "I'm your wife," Pamela replied.  "So, I have every right
to be your match-maker, as you call it.  Amy dictated things
to us girls about you during the summer.  Now it's my turn."
   I shook my head at her.  "You're the one who is unique,
Pamela.  All I ask is that if Jessica is not ready to be
with me yet, please don't force her.  She seems shy, too."
   "Force her?" Pamela asked, taken back by my words.  "Are
you kidding me?  I would never force anyone to do anything.
All I do is suggest."  She paused and wryly added, "And the
suggestion has already been given to Jessica."
   "What did she say?" I asked, suddenly full of eagerness.
   "You'll have to wait and find out," Pamela answered back
in a teasing tone.  "But remember what I told you, Jeremy.
You'll get your shot with her very soon."  She paused once
more, before taking a deep breath.  "Do you have any
thoughts or ideas about Torrie, Jeremy?"
   "What do you mean?" I countered.  "I've always thought
that Torrie is very beautiful, and very nice."
   "I think she's lonely," Pamela said to me.  "Maybe even
depressed, a little bit.  She just seems so up in the air
about her whole life.  Was porn the right decision for her?"
   "I don't think so," was my reply.  "She and Amy living
together in California never seemed like a good fit to me.
They hardly did anything together during the summer, except
for big group sex encounters, before Amy convinced Torrie
to pursue a life in porn with her."
   Pamela hesitated for a moment, perhaps lost in thought.
"Torrie reminds me of a drifter, in a way.  It just seems as
though she goes through life with no direction whatsoever."
   "When she first came to the island," I said, "Torrie had
plans of opening her own business - a dance studio.  When I
asked her about that sometime later, she told me that never
really was a plan in the first place.  Then the next week, I
eavesdropped on a conversation between her and Lisa where
Torrie seemed intent on the idea.  A while later, she agreed
to try porn with Amy.  Then she wanted to stay on the
island.  Then Torrie went for porn again, and left us.  Now,
she's back on the island."  I shook my head and added,
"Torrie just seems kind of ditzy to me that way."
   "I don't think she has a clue as to what to do with her
life," Pamela remarked.  "I just think that she is lonely.
She needs someone who really cares about her.  Someone who
can give her guidance, and a purpose, in life.  I know that
person is not Amy.  Amy is too wild and carefree to really
love and care for someone else."
   "You tell me that all Devon wants to do is have sex," I
said to Pamela.  "All it seems Torrie wants to do is go
around and hump all you girls with her strap-on dildos."
   "That makes her happy," Pamela commented.  "I don't think
Devon would be the right match for Torrie.  Devon is similar
to Amy, it seems.  But I am going to try my best over the
coming weeks to hook Torrie up with either Jessica or
Stephanie.  I want her to love, and be loved."
   "Why not hook her up with both of them?" I grinned.
   "Ahh yes," Pamela giggled.  "The thoughts of a pervert."
   "That wasn't nice!" I shot back, albeit playfully.
   "Aww... you poor baby," Pamela said, taking me into her
arms and offering me a warm, cozy embrace.  "Did I hurt your
little feelings?"
   I had to laugh at her words.  "Yes... you did!"
   "There, there," Pamela cooed, patting my back before the
embrace came to a close.  She looked at me with a more
serious expression.  "I want you to make that one of your
goals this winter, Jeremy.  We need to find Torrie a lover."
   "That's my goal for everyone here," I told her.
   "I know that," Pamela returned.  "But especially for
Torrie.  I know what it's like to be lonely, Jeremy.  I can
see it in her eyes that she feels that way.  It's not a very
good feeling to have."
   "You?" I shot back, surprised.  Pamela was too beautiful
and charming to ever feel this way.  "You?  LONELY?  When?"
   "When I was a stripper in Baltimore," she told me.  "All
of my classmates in college knew what I did for a living.  I
had a few boyfriends and girlfriends, sure, but there were
long periods of time when I didn't date at all.  I was VERY
lonely.  I couldn't trust anyone because of my job."  Pamela
paused and added, "In fact, Jeremy, you're the only person I
have completely and totally trusted in the past six years."
   I smiled at her kind words.  "I really appreciate that,
sweetheart.  You're about the only person who I totally
trust as well.  Being a rich man such as myself has its
drawbacks.  I found it hard to trust others, too.  I was
very lonely for a long time, as well... until meeting you."
   Pamela's mouth twitched with remorse as she told me, "My
own family looked down on me because I was a stripper.  That
is why it was easy for me to leave them behind, and spend
the rest of my life here on the island... so far away from
them.  My mother sort of dis-owned me, after I got into
stripping at age 18."  I took Pamela into my arms as she
continued, "So I couldn't even trust my family back then."
   That was something which Pamela had never told me before.
It was a shock for me - to say the least.  "Your family was
all nice and friendly at our wedding," I told her, confused.
   "I know," she said, breaking off our embrace.  "But they
put on a happy face because I was getting married.  My mom
still found time that night to call me a slut, because I was
a stripper for so long."  Tears began to form in Pamela's
eyes as she added, "Mom said she hoped I would clean up my
act, and be a proper wife.  She... she then said that our
marriage would not last more than a year."

   "Why didn't you tell me that?" I asked her, completely
shocked and dumbfounded.  Outraged, too.  Any good feelings
I had for Pamela's mother were now out the window.
   I cupped my precious wife's face with both hands and
wiped away her tears with my thumbs.  "God, sweetheart...
you should have told me that before."

   "I know," Pamela sniffed, wrapping her arms around me yet
again.  I returned the embrace with another of my own.  "I
should have.  But sometimes it's hard to say stuff like
that.  She really made me feel ashamed of myself.  I... I've
wanted to tell you that since the night we got married."
   I continued to hold her as she began to cry.  "Certainly,
I can understand why a parent wouldn't want their daughter
to be a stripper," I quietly said.  "But I simply cannot
understand why a parent would say those things to one of
their children."  I paused and added, "I've called you a
slut before, Pamela.  But you know it was all in fun and
teasing.  You know I wasn't serious."
   "Yes," the 24-year-old sniffed, pulling away from me.  "I
know that.  But mom was serious about it.  She always is.
I... I was a stripper because it was easy money.  I needed
it to get through college.  It was either that, or wait
tables in some restaurant.  I could never do that."  She
paused for a moment - long enough to grab a tissue and wipe
her own tears away.
   "I just want us to be extra nice to Torrie from now on,
Jeremy.  I can tell that she is lonely."  Pamela fought back
the tears as she concluded, "And being lonely is not a good
feeling at all."
   "No, it's not," I agreed, shaking my head.

                           * * *

   My long and heart-felt discussion with Pamela continued
for about another hour.  We talked about all sorts of
things, which was fairly usual for us.  Never before,
however, had a conversation between us been so far-reaching
and in-depth.  I was glad we had this talk with each other.

   It wasn't until four hours later when I found the time to
check on Lindsay, and see what she was up to.  I figured she
had a lot to say about Trish, and their eventual reunion.  I
was looking forward to hearing her talk about it.
   However, in my voyeur room, I seen that Lindsay was STILL
on the telephone.  Four-plus hours and counting...
   It would be quite a humungous long-distance bill for me
next month, considering the many thousands of miles between
the island and Canada.  I cannot begin to imagine how much
this conversation between them would cost me.
   However, since Lindsay was speaking with Trish, it was
okay.  I would not mind if they continued talking for the
next 36 hours - almost until it was time for Trish's flight
to leave Toronto.  Why not?  Whatever the final cost turned
out to be, it would be money well-spent.

   After all... Lindsay and Trish were back together!


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