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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 8 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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         Dear Aimee,

         Hi!  My name is Vicky and I'm a really big
         fan of your work, and your website.  I
         loved your live show last night, but am
         writing in regards to the man who was in
         it at the end.  I may be crazy, but was
         that Jeremy (my last name)?  I didn't get
         a real good view, but it sure looked like
         him.  You see, he and I were once engaged.

         I know you're a busy gal with your career
         and all, but if you could write back and
         just let me know, I would appreciate it.
         Jeremy and I were real close, and I regret
         the fact that we're no longer together.

         Please respond! -Vicky :)


   As I sat against the headboard of the bed, with the wall
lamp turned on above me, I re-read the printed copy of
Victoria's e-mail to Amy for perhaps the millionth time.
   While everyone else on the island was fast asleep at this
unholy hour (3:30am), I could not even close my eyes.  It
was a very strange time to go through all the many thoughts
and emotions concerning my former fiancee - ones which I
thought were suppressed and tucked away long ago.
   But that is what I found myself doing at this current
moment.  This was the time to sort through everything, and
try to make sense of it all.

   Of course, this whole episode started a few days ago when
Amy received an e-mail from Victoria, my former fiancee, in
regards to the webcast which recently emanated from here.  I
was filming Amy and Lindsay having a sexual encounter, and
the images were broadcast live over the pornstar's website.
   To sum it up, Amy eventually pulled me into the picture
as Lindsay took the video camera from me, and she literally
accosted me upon the bed.  I was unwilling and not very
cooperative - after all, I did not want millions of people
(strangers) to see what I looked like without any pants on.
   Amy and I would later make up and mend whatever (if any)
differences we had concerning the situation.  But I'm not
here to discuss that with any of you readers, as it has been
detailed heavily in prior chapters.
   The only point I wish to explore now involves the e-mail
that Amy received the day following her special webcast.

   "Jeremy and I were real close, and I regret the fact that
we're no longer together."  That was perhaps my favorite
sentence from the message, and it made me smile in a most
begrudging way.  Victoria - or perhaps Vicky as she called
herself in the letter - wishes we were still together?
   This coming from the woman who left me standing at the
altar some eight years ago... embarrassed and humiliated,
in front of my own family?  It was a mistake on her part?
Something she wishes she could take back, and make right?
   Just the mere thought burns me up inside.  With anger.

                           * * *

   The time was 1993, and I was young, with a fertile mind.
As a 19-year-old living just outside of Los Angeles, my days
were full of all sorts of activities.  If I wasn't at the
beach, swimming or surfing, I was usually working at it.
Back when I had an actual job - before I stumbled onto all
my money - I made a living polishing and repairing boats.
   But at the center of my personal universe was Victoria, a
wondrously beautiful 19-year-old who shared the very same
hobbies and interests that I did.  We met a year earlier
while on the beach, and it was love at first sight.  Her and
I hit it off together really well, and soon we were dating
each other on a steady basis.
   Victoria and I did all sorts of things together.  We
loved to take drives through Topanga Canyon and Malibu, all
the while wishing that one day, both of us could have enough
money to live in such a scenic, picturesque area.
   Like me, Victoria was into Astronomy and the wonders of
outer space.  So, another one of our favorite places was
Mount Wilson - the world-famous observatory located north
of Los Angeles.  Yet another was the Queen Mary, an old-time
luxury liner which was forever docked in Long Beach Harbor.
Victoria and I went to Shoreline Village, a quaint shopping
area, as often as we could.  It was a wonderful place to do
a little browsing, or just take a walk in the outdoor sun
while snacking on an ice cream cone.

   Basically, we did everything together.  Almost.

   It only took six months, but I asked Victoria to be my
bride, and marry me.  She accepted, and the ceremony would
be set for another six months down the road.  Our wedding
date was scheduled to be on the one-year anniversary that
Victoria and I first met each other.
   As a caring and rather intense person, I was sky-high.  I
thought Victoria was the woman I would devote the rest of my
life to, and settle down with.  Her and I would start a
family together, and raise our children up to be outstanding
adults.  I knew there would be ups and downs, but we would
weather whatever storms and make it through... TOGETHER.

   That all changed on what was supposed to be, at the time,
the greatest day of my life.

                           * * *

   As I look back on it, I still find what happened very
hard to believe.  It seemed like a bad dream, or a really
awful movie script.  I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
   There I was, standing side by side with Victoria, as we
faced the minister while he recited the wedding speech.
300 of my closest friends and family members were in the
chapel with me, all happy and glowing, waiting for my
defining moment in life to come.
   Victoria looked more beautiful that day than I had ever
seen her before.  She was wearing an expensive wedding
gown, and had an angelic glow about her.  I was glad the
ceremony was being videotaped, because I wanted to re-live
this moment over and over again.  Without a doubt, this was
going to be the greatest day of my entire life!
   All went like clockwork until the minister asked Victoria
if she took me to be her lawfully wedded husband.  There was
a hesitation on her part, which made me think something was
perhaps physically wrong with her.  Was she holding back a
cough?  Did Victoria have something stuck in her throat?
   When I looked into her eyes, I noticed that Victoria was
suddenly crying.  Sounds and voices were heard behind me as
she then ripped off her engagement band, and pressed it into
my shoulder.  "I can't marry you!" my fiancee exclaimed in a
rage, still sobbing.  "Because I love someone else!"

   I really rather not go into any great detail of the
embarrassment and humiliation that I felt with those words.
Never mind the fact that all of my family was present,
including my 95-year-old great grandmother, who would pass
away weeks later.  I also had a group of high school friends
at the wedding, all of which had flown 3,000 miles to be a
part of my glorious, spectacular day.
   I had seen something similar to this in the movies, but
never thought it actually happened for real - especially to
me.  My fiancee could not marry me, because she loved
someone else?  That was embarrassing enough... but wait, it
gets worse.  Much worse, in fact.

   "Who?" I said to her at the altar, shocked and completely
dumbfounded.  "Who do you love more?"
   "MINDY!" Victoria cried, pointing at her best friend as
an absolute hush fell over the packed audience.  I watched
in silence (and horror) as Victoria ran out to Mindy and
embraced her, before both ladies exited the chapel and ran
off into the night.
   Everyone in the building watched the two ladies leave,
but then turned and looked squarely at me.  My fiancee had
left me standing at the altar... for another woman.  I had
absolutely no idea that her and Mindy were intimate at all,
but learned when everyone else in the chapel did, too.

   All those faces, those eyes... staring blankly at me.

   It was the most humiliating moment of my entire life.

                           * * *

   I can kind of understand if Victoria decided to keep her
true relationship with Mindy a secret from me, but found it
too difficult to hide anymore when presented with making a
sacred vow.  Victoria did love me, but apparently she loved
Mindy a bit more.  I can understand that.  I didn't then,
but I can now.  That much, I'm fine with.
   Eight years later, my animosity toward Victoria is mostly
centered around the simple fact that after she bolted from
our ceremony, I never saw her again.
   I never got an explanation for all the horrible things
that happened to me that day.  Since both of us were seconds
away from marriage, I think I was at least owed that much.
   I talked to Victoria twice on the telephone that day, and
she said our relationship was over.  She wanted nothing to
do with me ever again.  I wanted to know why she left me for
Mindy, but she simply refused to tell me.
   I tried going over to her house next, but her father
immediately threatened me with a harassment suit if I ever
tried to approach Victoria again.  Being young and naive at
the time, that was the white flag for me.  It was over.

   Because I never got an explanation, despite the fact I
understood why she left me, I've never forgiven Victoria for
that fateful day.  And, I never will.

                           * * *

   "Jeremy and I were real close, and I regret the fact that
we're no longer together."

   Another begrudging smile appeared on my face as I read
that sentence from the e-mail yet again.  As I sat up in bed
in this, the wee hours of the morning, I took a deep breath
and sighed.  The simple piece of paper which I held in my
hand had brought back all these horrible memories... ones
which took me five years to fight, and finally get over.
   Naturally, I contemplated suicide for awhile.  It wasn't
such a bad thing, though.  Anyone who has went through such
a traumatic experience would entertain those thoughts... it
was the natural thing to do.  I got past the idea, which was
good.  But the pain and the humiliation lasted a long time.
   Victoria changed the way I look at people, and that still
affects me today.  I find it very hard to trust anyone, and
in many cases, I think people are out to get me.
   Perhaps this is a reason why after I came into my private
fortune, I bought an island in the middle of nowhere.  Five
years ago, I figured, no one could hurt me as long as I am
on this island.  I didn't want or need companionship at the
time.  I was too afraid of being hurt and humiliated again.

   I just wanted to be left alone.

   I used to be a very trusting and easy-going person.  Not
much got me down... and I always had a smile or good word
for everyone in my path.  I was about the easiest person
that you could ever make friends with.
   Victoria changed that, though.  If I couldn't trust her,
I couldn't trust anyone.  That was my thought process for
everything.  I couldn't even trust my own family.
   I was in such a terrible and fragile state, and was at
absolute rock bottom for the first year on the island.  My
best (and only) therapy to get through this difficult time
was the simple fact that here on the island, I was alone.
   No one could hurt me any further than I already was.  No
one would even have the opportunity to do so, because I had
shielded myself from the rest of the civilized world.  I had
suddenly become a guarded individual, all because of what
one woman had done to me.

                           * * *

   Slowly but surely, my mind and heart started to heal.
After the mansion (or palace, as I called it then) was built
here on the island, I finally began to realize that living
in such a solitary state was not good for my pysche.
   I used to be a very friendly and happy person.  Why let
one person strip that away from me?  Why let one person,
despite the extreme humiliation she caused me, dictate the
way I spend the rest of my life?  I hated Victoria for what
she had done to me.  I shouldn't allow her to cause anymore
problems for me, but she was.  Because of her, I was alone.

   My first foray back into society, I actually stayed on
the island.  Being a 23-year-old (at the time) who hadn't
experienced the joy of sex in four years, I compensated
for that with the help of X-rated movies.  For a long time,
the movies were all I had.  My collection kept growing, and
soon the number of video cassettes had exceeded 500.
   After a few months had gone by, I decided to try my hand
at something real.  Victoria was still on my mind and
holding me back in several ways, but I was determined to
break free from those chains.
   I left the island behind for three months, and got an
apartment in Malibu.  I had dreamed of one day living
there and with my money, I now had the opportunity.
   My sole purpose for venturing back into society was to
find myself a real girlfriend, and perhaps a future wife.
All I ever wanted in life was to get married, and start a
family.  That wasn't too much to ask for... was it?
   The problem I had while living in Malibu was not a lack
of women, or dating opportunities.  It seemed as if, even
though I was finally leading an active social lifestyle
again, all of these women wanted me just for my money.
   I couldn't find a woman, at least in my eyes, who truly
cared about me.  They were too blinded by the thought of
marrying themselves into a billion dollars.  Proof of that
is during just three months in Malibu, two women asked me
to marry them.  I finally got fed up with the situation, and
headed back home... to the island.

   And what, in many ways, had become my newfound Hell.

   After another year of wrestling with the thought of my
former fiancee, and what she had done to me, I was finally
able to conquer it.  All of a sudden, I woke up one day and
told myself that THIS WAS IT.  IT WAS OVER.  I had missed
out on the most prime five years of my life (ages 19 to 24),
but I was not going to let Victoria drag me down ever again.
   Back to the United States I went, and this time, with a
plan.  Instead of living like a King, I would live like a
pauper.  I found a run-down apartment in Oregon, and took a
low-paying job at a horse stable.  I would pursue my share
of women here, but not let them know I was a rich man until
I felt the time was right.  I wanted someone to care about
me as a person - and not as a dollar sign.
   After a few failed relationships, I thought I hit it big
with a young woman named Tiffany.  Her and I dated for a
long time, all the while I slaved away at the horse stable
while living in a run-down apartment.
   I thought Tiffany truly cared about me, and she did.  But
when I let her in on my financial secret, things changed.
   At first, I was happy to buy Tiffany a new car.  I loved
seeing the look on her face as she went on shopping sprees,
at my expense.  Finally my money was being put to good use.
   Then, however, I thought Tiffany started to get a swelled
head.  She expected me to buy things for her and if I
didn't, she got angry with me.  I let her push me around for
awhile, but then put my foot down and realized that Tiffany
was no different from those women I had known in Malibu.
   Our relationship was over, but the worst part about it
was at one time, Tiffany really did care about me.  The mere
possibility of fame and fortune, however, had blinded her...
and made her into a bad person.  Could I ever find a woman
who would care about me as a person?

   So... back to the island I went.

                           * * *

   Not for long, though.  While visiting the mainland, I met
a young woman by the name of Christina.  At the time, she
was 18, and I was 25.  Christina was vastly different than
all of the other women I had previously been in contact with
because she too, had a lot of money.  Not nearly a fraction
of what I did, of course, but she had more than most normal
people accumulate throughout 40 years of hard work and labor.
   Christina and I dated for awhile, but both of us found we
were more friends than lovers.  The sex between us was great
but it really had no emotional meaning.  For whatever reason
it was, I could not bring myself to truly love her.
   Despite that, however, Christina was the first person in
a long time that I felt I could actually trust.  She was a
sounding board for me, and a good one at that.  Christina
helped me sort through my many feelings and emotions, and
really made me into a better person myself.

                           * * *

   A good year after commuting back-and-forth between the
island and her New York home and family, Christina came up
with an idea.  Instead of looking at my money as a total
hindrance when dealing with other women, I should use it to
my advantage.  All of the following was her idea...
   Advertise throughout all of the United States and Canada,
on college campuses and in health clubs, that any woman who
would be interested in spending ten weeks on an island
paradise should write to the address provided for more
information.  Those selected were guaranteed $50,000 for
their time, and one would receive $500,000.
   The only two requirements, the advertisement said, were
that each woman be single and bi-sexual.

   Christina was bi-sexual, of course, and that really was
her own requirement.

   The additional information really was a long and very
thorough questionnaire/application, along with some photos
of the island and what it had to offer.  Christina was a
technical wiz when it came to computers, and she developed
a program for me which would easily process all of those
applications and give me a list of the 500 women who were
the best match, in terms of compatibility, for my tastes.
   From those 500 women, 351 of them replied when they
were asked to send in photographs and a three paragraph
summary of themselves.  Of the 200 or so who responded to
that, Christina and I narrowed the list down to 50.  After
we conducted telephone interviews with those 50, the list
was cut again - to 20.
   From that, I selected the original group of six ladies
who came to the island - Gianna, Pamela, Amy, Trish, Torrie
and Lindsay.  Lisa, of course, would later replace Gianna.
And the current newcomers - Devon, Stephanie and Cassidy -
were members of that exclusive "20 club", as well.
   It was also Christina's idea to install hidden cameras
everywhere on the island, so I could watch the ladies
interact with each other in their private moments.  The
sole intent of bringing these woman to the island was to
hopefully find me a woman I could one day settle down with.
The cameras would provide me further insight into their
true identities, as well as things they said about me.

   The cameras' original intent was to help answer me the
question of whether or not any of these women who right for
me.  I utilized them for that in the summer, but as things
turned out, they were mostly used for sexual voyeurism.

   Aside from the fact that the girls were curious how they
could attain $500,000 instead of $50,000 - which, by the
way, I attributed to human nature - they were not all that
concerned about my money.  I can thank Christina for that,
because of the computer program she had created which
processed all of those questionnaires and found a group of
women who were compatible with what I wanted in life.  None
of these women could even be considered as gold-diggers.  I
didn't want a woman like that in my life and thanks to the
computer program, none of these ladies were.
   During the summer, I had such a wonderful time with all
of the girls that I decided to scrap the $50,000 / $500,000
payout scale.  I just decided everyone, except for Lindsay
and Pamela - since they stayed with me - would get checks
for $1.5 million.  They all deserved it.
   For the first time since seconds before Victoria and I
were set to be married, I was happy in life.  That is what
the summer did for me.  In fact, the whole ten week period
made me happier than I had ever been before.  I loved all of
the girls, and thought of them as absolute angels.

                           * * *

   "Jeremy and I were real close, and I regret the fact that
we're no longer together."  As I sat up in bed at this early
hour, I smiled begrudingly once more while reading that line
from Victoria's e-mail to Amy.  She regrets the fact, huh?
   I still had not answered Amy's question from the other
night, when she asked if she should reply to Victoria and
tell her that yes, that man she saw was me - her ex-fiance.
I was giving the idea (and ramifications) of that a little
bit of thought in my mind - but not much.

   Did I want to let Victoria back into my life?  I loved
her with all of my heart at one point - really, not too long
ago.  She had been my entire universe; my reason for living.
Her message to Amy sure did sound sincere.
   What if, during all those years I spent in Hell because
of how she humiliated me, Victoria was in Hell, too?
   What if she sat home each day for years and pined like I
did, wondering where things between us went wrong?
   What if she wishes she could go back in time, and marry
me instead of publicly dumping me like that?

   I hadn't seen Victoria in eight years, but I knew she was
still beautiful.  She was a goddess back then, and I'm sure
she is a goddess still today.  Victoria was also bi-sexual.
I bet she would fit in real well on the island...
   Regardless of that, Victoria had still put me through
five years of absolute Hell.  Whether she felt that way or
not herself, I had to think about my feelings for a change.
Still, however, I am a very forgiving person...

   So what should I tell Amy to do?  Should she reply and
say yes - that was me?  Or that no - it wasn't me?

   Victoria was supposed to be my bride.  Her and I were
supposed to have children, and grow old together.  She hurt
me really bad, but now perhaps wanted to get back together.
Or, at the very least... maybe apologize.
   I had to deal with all these bad memories and thoughts
which were swirling throughout my head.  What in the world
should I tell Amy?  Did Victoria deserve a second chance?

                           * * *

   For the first time all morning, the smile on my face was
not forced, or meant in a begrudging way.  It was totally
pure, and genuine.  The simple reason for that is because I
was currently looking down at my real wife, Pamela, as she
peacefully slept away upon the bed beside me.
   I smiled again while reaching down and gently stroking
Pamela's face with my hand.  I knew that here was a woman
who would never humiliate me, or stab me in the back.
Pamela was too good - too special - of a person to do that.
She was my wife, and I loved her with all of my heart.

   Looking down at Pamela as she continued to sleep away...
the answer to this whole situation was suddenly so clear.

   I re-read Victoria's e-mail message one more time before
crumpling it up into my hands, and tossing it toward the
nearby waste-paper basket.  "He shoots... and scores!" I
breathed quietly, another smile on my face, as the ball of
paper landed directly inside the basket.
   My next move was to turn the lamp off above my head, and
lay down on the bed next to my adoring wife.  Very gently -
not wanting to wake her - I placed both hands upon her face
before offering her lips a shadow of a kiss.  I smiled as
she stirred about (but did not wake), before then placing my
thumbs upon her lips and tenderly stroking them.
   "I love you, Pamela," I whispered, kissing her on the
cheek.  "All of the other girls here are great, but you're
my one true reason for living."
   I kissed her again and added, "Even if I wanted Victoria
back in my life - which, by the way, I DON'T - it would not
be fair to do to you.  You're NOT in competition with anyone,
and I never want you to feel that way."
   "Besides, for the first time in my life, I can honestly
say - and truly believe - that Victoria does not deserve me
anymore."  I kissed my wife's neck and continued, "Even more
than that, she sure as hell does not deserve you, Pamela."
My senses flared as I added, "You're much too good to have
someone like that in your life, sweetheart."
   I paused before finally concluding, my voice cracking, "I
love you, Pamela.  I love you with all of my heart.  I don't
need Victoria in my life as long as I have you.  I really
don't need any of the other girls in my life, either... as
long as I have you.  You're my reason for living."
   "Victoria?  Amy can tell her no, it wasn't me."

   I smiled in the aftermath of my words, placing my lips
upon Pamela's neck and nuzzling her there.  At this single
moment in time, I loved my wife more than I ever had before.


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