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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 10 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "Do you remember a few days ago - my first day back on the
island since the summer - when you and I had sex together?"
Torrie asked Lindsay, as the duo lounged together upon the
spacious bed in the room they shared.  Of course, I was
spying on their every word with the help of my voyeur room.
   "Are you crazy, Torrie?" Lindsay countered.  "How could I
forget that?"  The 19-year-old seductress paused for a quick
moment, then shivered in remembrance.  "You about ripped my
pussy apart with that big, nasty strap-on you used."
   "I guess that was a stupid question," Torrie remarked.
"But what I was getting to was what I had said to you just
before we got all hot and heavy with each other that day.
Do you remember what it was that I said?"
   Lindsay puckered her lips together and shook her head in
response.  "No, I don't.  Can you refresh my memory?"
   "I said the biggest reason why I came back to the island
was so I could be with you," Torrie told her younger lover.
"Jeremy and Pamela are great, and I love them.  But you,
Lindsay.  YOU are the main reason why I came back to the
island in the first place.  I love being with you."
   The little blonde offered one of her patented, sweet
smiles before embracing Torrie with both arms for several
seconds.  "Thank you, honey," she said after the hug ended,
still smiling.  "And yes, now I remember you saying that.
It is a very kind thing to say, too."
   "Kind, and meant in every way," Torrie said.  "Lindsay,
I've lusted after you from the very moment all of us came
here for the first time, at the beginning of the summer.
But you were always more involved with Trish.  I respected
that, and knew that you and her loved each other very much."
   "Yeah!" Lindsay returned, another smile upon her face.
"I can't wait until Trish comes back to the island.  Jeremy
said she will be here sometime tomorrow evening."
   Torrie frowned at those words before saying, "Can I tell
you something, dear?  I don't think you'll like it, though."
   Lindsay's expression tightened as she nodded her head.
"Sure.  You can tell me anything.  What is it, Torrie?"
   The 26-year-old hesitated before answering, "When Jeremy
called last month and asked if I wanted to come back to the
island for another ten weeks, the first thing I said to him
concerned you and Trish.  Would Trish be coming back, too?"
Torrie paused before continuing, "Of course, Jeremy said no.
So I said yes - I would love to come back."  She took a deep
breath and concluded, "But if he said yes - Trish was going
to be here too... I would have turned the offer down."
   "Why?" Lindsay asked, a confused look upon her face.  "I
thought you liked Trish.  You and her always got along real
good together during the summer.  I don't understand..."
   "I do like Trish," Torrie said.  "I don't have a problem
with her.  But this all goes back to you, Lindsay.  I knew
without Trish here, I would have a chance to develop a real
relationship with you."  The stacked blonde paused and then
added, "But now, with Trish coming back... all chances of
you and I being together are suddenly gone.  Trish is going
to be wrapped around you like a wet blanket, and vice versa."
   "You and I will still have our time together," Lindsay
promised, extending her hand and placing it upon Torrie's
shoulder.  "I won't be with Trish during every single minute
of every single day, you know.  You and I... we had plenty
of time alone together during the summer.  Right?"
   "You don't understand, sweetheart," Torrie said to her.
"It's not just about sex."  She hesitated before adding, "I
love you, Lindsay.  I always have.  And I'm not saying that
in a general sense, either.  I REALLY do love you."  Torrie
tapped her chest and concluded, "With all of my heart."
   The 19-year-old's eyes were wide as she took those words
in.  A second or two later, she was able to respond, "Thank
you, Torrie.  I... I don't really know what to say.  I love
you too, but maybe not in the same way you love me."
   Torrie feigned a smile before saying, "Those feelings are
reserved for Trish, right?"
   "What are you saying?" the little blonde asked.
   "Put two and two together, 'Lin," Torrie told her.  "The
past several days, since I came back to the island, you and
I have been room-mates.  We've been getting along great and
as far as I thought, we were starting to develop a bona-fide
relationship.  I was hoping that by the end of the winter,
you would feel the same way about me... as I do about you."
   Torrie fought back a hurtful moan (but failed) and added,
"Now, there is no chance of that.  Trish is coming back to
the island.  You and her are going to be together again.
And I'm going to be left out in the cold."  She paused and
concluded, "Now, my reason for coming back to the island is
gone.  I should have just stayed in California."
   Lindsay, perhaps feeling concerned for her room-mate,
looked at Torrie with a distraught expression before giving
her a warm embrace.  "I don't want you to feel that way,"
the teen said.  "You coming back to the island was a great
thing.  I'm so happy that you came back."
   Torrie sighed and remarked, "What does it matter, though?
The main reason - really the only reason - why I came back.
was so you and I could be together.  I was always jealous of
Trish during the summer, though I never let anyone know
that.  I wanted you to love me the same way you loved her."
   "I... I don't know what to say, Torrie," Lindsay returned
as their long embrace ended.  "Trish and I, we became really
close during the summer.  We were the best of friends.  We
shared so many things.  She... she took my virginity.  She
helped me have confidence in myself."  Lindsay paused and
said, "You're not thinking of going home... are you?"
   "I don't know," Torrie responded, her tone of voice
revealing that she was becoming quite upset.  "It's just not
fair!  Here you and I were - starting to develop something
really nice.  But it all gets destroyed, because Trish is
making her triumphant return to the island."
   Torrie's eyes began to stream with tears as she angrily
professed, "My God, Lindsay!  If you loved me the way you
loved Trish, I would have NEVER left the island like she
did!  I'd give up everything in my life, just for you!"
   With those words, Lindsay simply stared at Torrie with a
stunned expression upon her face.  Torrie was revealing an
emotional side of herself which none of us had ever seen
before.  She was really upset that Trish was coming back.
   "I... I need some time to think," the 26-year-old said,
before getting up from the bed and storming out of the room.
   "Torrie!" Lindsay exclaimed, initially making a motion to
follow her girlfriend, but then freezing momentarily.  Next,
the little blonde settled back on the bed and first sighed,
then frowned in a very negative way.  "Torrie..." she cried.

                           * * *

   Seated in the voyeur room, I was absolutely stunned at
the conversation which had just taken place.  I knew that
Torrie had a soft spot for Lindsay, but had no idea her
feelings were quite that emotional, and so deep-rooted.
   I could certainly understand Torrie's feelings, however.
She wanted an opportunity to win Lindsay's heart, but now
felt as though any chance of that was dead - and buried.
Lindsay and Trish never stopped loving each other, despite
the several thousands of miles which had been between them
these past few months.
   All of the attention Lindsay had been giving to Torrie,
the pornstar probably thought to herself, would surely be
directed toward Trish now.  Torrie would not even have a
slim chance to get Lindsay to notice her in a loving way.
That was likely her thought process...

                           * * *

   As Lindsay hung her head low while sitting on the bed,
apparently lost in thought, I followed Torrie's movements
through the mansion with my surveillance cameras.
   Still visibly upset and distraught, the 26-year-old
headed for the kitchen.  She stopped short, however, upon
finding Pamela and Stephanie engaged in a jovial discussion
in the room directly before the kitchen.  Evidently, Torrie
was in no mood for any sort of human contact right now.
   Thus, she went outside and made her way over to the east
side of the mansion.  I felt sorry for Torrie - I could see
the tears in her eyes as she woefully trudged along.
   Finding a spot in the shade, Torrie crouched herself down
into a seated position against the cobblestone wall.  She
bunched her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms
around them, and really started to cry out in frustration.
I had definitely never seen this side of her before.

   Now I felt extremely concerned myself for Torrie.

   Acting on impulse, I immediately got up from the chair
and headed out of the voyeur room.  I sealed its entrance
and then left my personal suite, and went directly to the
area outside where Torrie was absolutely crying her heart
out.  I was not about to let one of my ladies - my personal
goddesses - feel so upset and heartbroken.
   Remembering how she had ducked away from both Pamela and
Stephanie moments earlier, I approached Torrie with patience
and caution.  She probably did not feel like talking right
now, but I couldn't stand to see one of my ladies like this.
She was still balling her eyes out...
   "Hi there," I said in a quiet tone, holding my hand in
front of me and waving it back-and-forth.  Through her
tears, Torrie looked up at me and sniffed her nose, but
didn't say anything.  "Mind if I sit down here?" were my
next words, pointing to a spot on the ground next to her.
   Wiping away her tears, Torrie shrugged her shoulders in
response.  I wasn't sure if that was a "yes" or "no", but I
took the initiative anyway and sat down next to her.
   "What are you crying about?" I asked, grabbing ahold of
Torrie's hand and squeezing it gently.  I already knew the
answer, of course.  But since I had spied on Torrie's prior
conversation with Lindsay, with the help of my voyeur room,
she did not know that.  Nor did I want her to know, either.
   "I... it's... you wouldn't understand, Jeremy," Torrie
replied after several seconds, sniffing her nose once more
while trying to regain her composure.  Perhaps changing her
mind, Torrie then said, "It's... it's about Lindsay."
   "What about Lindsay?" I queried, feigning ignorance.
"Lindsay is okay, isn't she?  She didn't hurt herself?"
   "Oh no, nothing like that," Torrie returned, to which I
offered an exaggerated sigh of relief.  "It's just... I love
Lindsay, Jeremy.  I really do.  I... I was hoping that her
and I could develop something special over the next several
weeks.  It... it was really the only reason why I decided to
come back to the island in the first place."
   "You and Lindsay have been together the past couple of
days, since you returned," I told her.  "You've been sharing
the same room.  I don't understand... why are you upset?
You and her have been together a lot recently."
   Torrie threw her hands up and shook her head in obvious
frustration.  "What am I upset about?  TRISH!  That's what
I'm upset about!"  Torrie, usually calm and friendly, began
to show some anger in her voice.  "Trish almost destroyed
Lindsay when she left her in the summer-time.  Now, months
later, Trish just decides out of the blue that she wants to
ride back into Lindsay's life.  For what?  So she can stay
here for awhile, then rip Lindsay's heart out AGAIN?"
   My eyes were wide and bulging in response to the venom
which Torrie was spewing.  I didn't even know that she was
capable of such an outburst.  It was stunning to me.
   "I don't think Trish is going to leave Lindsay again," I
said to Torrie, though I'm certain she did not want to hear
that.  "I talked to Trish this morning on the telephone.
She said she made a mistake in leaving the first time.  And
Trish promised that it will never happen again."
   "Just like all those other broken promises Trish made?"
Torrie shot back, still very upset.  "Oh, she was going to
spend the rest of her life with Lindsay.  She was going to
DEVOTE her life to Lindsay, and NOTHING would ever split
them apart.  It was nothing but a LOAD OF GARBAGE!"
   I was too shocked to even respond.
   "Trish absolutely stuck a dagger in Lindsay's heart by
leaving her," Torrie continued, her vocal outburst nearing
its apex.  "But since Lindsay is so nice and sweet, and so
forgiving... she is willing to take Trish back.  I love
Lindsay, Jeremy, and I would NEVER do a THING to hurt her!"
My senses nearly exploded as she added, "I just think Trish
is nothing more than an inconsiderate _BITCH_!"

   Perhaps I was not the only one shocked by Torrie's words.
The exotic blonde sat there silently for several seconds,
looking at me with a blank expression.  All of a sudden,
she began crying again, then got up and ran off in a rage.

                           * * *

   A moment later, I went searching for Torrie, but could
not find her.  I was worried about her - to say the least.
Thus, the only place I could turn was the voyeur room.  I
needed to know not only of Torrie's whereabouts, but also
that she was safe... and stable.
   As I made my way back to my personal suite, I had too
many emotions and thoughts in my head to make sense of what
had turned out to be a major, big-time mess.  I would have
to sort through everything within my mind before I could
even begin to assess this situation.
   There was one thing I knew for sure, however...

   Trish was NOT a bitch.

   Trish was one of the nicest, most caring people I had
ever met in my life.  She had a heart of pure gold, and
there wasn't a mean bone in her entire body.
   Torrie's words were obviously out of anger, and while she
may have truly believed some of those things she said about
Trish, I'm fairly certain that she did not think of her as a
bitch.  Trish was the furthest thing from being a bitch.
She was a complete and total sweetheart.

                           * * *

   When I returned to the voyeur room, I found Lindsay
seated at the control panel.  The 19-year-old had her face
in her hands as she too, was in the process of crying.  I
took a quick peek at the spread of television monitors on
the big wall, and found that Torrie was hiding out near the
tennis court.  She looked more distraught than angry now...
   "I heard it all," Lindsay said, looking up at me with her
eyes full of tears.  "I wanted to see where Torrie ran off
to after she left me, so I came here, to the voyeur room.
Just as I walked in, you sat down next to Torrie.  I heard
all those nasty things she said about Trish."
   "And I spied on your entire conversation with her, before
that," was my confession.
   "I thought you did," Lindsay said, forcing a smile.  "It
was too much of a coincidence for you to just run into her
outside, on that side of the mansion."  Lindsay paused and
continued, "Torrie said she loves me, and wants to be with
me.  But Jeremy... I love Trish.  Torrie is really sweet and
all, but my feelings for Trish are so much stronger."  Her
upper lip quivered as she concluded, "Torrie had NO RIGHT to
say those things about Trish."
   "I know she didn't, sweetheart," I agreed, stealing a
glimpse of Torrie on the wall monitor before turning my
attention back to Lindsay.  "But she said those things, and
I think she meant most of it.  Especially the part about
Trish ripping your heart out, and possibly doing it again."
   "You don't believe that... do you, Jeremy?" Lindsay asked
in a total whine.
   "Of course not, honey," I told her.  "Trish thinks the
absolute world of you.  She always has, and always will."
   Lindsay's eyes narrowed as she began to cry harder.  "The
po-popular opinion around here is th-that Trish left me-me,"
the blonde choked, barely able to get her words out.  "But
the truth is, and always has been... I left Trish."
   "What makes you say that?" I asked, stepping forward and
bringing Lindsay into my arms.  She returned my embrace, and
took a seat in my lap as I settled down onto an adjacent
chair.  I held her close while keeping an eye on Torrie, who
was now shaking her head while trying to hold back her very
own set of tears.
   "Trish and I were supposed to go and live in Canada,"
Lindsay replied after several seconds of silence.  "That...
it was the plan, all along.  I devoted myself to her.  I
promised her I would go and live in Canada with her."
   "But all of a sudden," Lindsay continued, "I went back on
my promise... my vow, to her.  I wanted to stay with you and
Pamela here, on the island.  I didn't want to leave this
place.  I didn't want to leave you, Jeremy."
   The little blonde coughed and went on, "I... it's just...
Trish's family is very important to her.  She always talked
about how much she loved them, and missed them.  I heard it
from her all summer long.  I... I never blamed her for going
back to Canada, leaving me.  Her family was too important to
give up.  She couldn't spend the rest of her life on this
island with you, me and Pamela.  She needed her family."
   Lindsay paused before adding, "The reason her and I split
up is because of ME.  If I kept my promise to her, we would
be living in Canada right now.  I..."  Lindsay started to
cry again as she concluded, "I'm the one who... ripped her
heart o-out.  I did it.  It was all... my-my f-fault."
   "You can't think that way, sweetheart," I said, securing
her even more with a tighter embrace.  "With you and Trish,
there was no right person, or wrong person.  It wasn't your
fault.  It was just a relationship which couldn't work at
the time, strictly because of geographical reasons.  Trish
wanted to live in Canada while you preferred this island."
I paused before adding, "But now... Trish is coming back.
You should be happy for that, sweetheart."
   "I am happy!" Lindsay shot back, shoving herself out of
my embrace.  "But what to do about Torrie?  She hates Trish
now, but Trish did nothing wrong.  It's all my fault.  I
care about Torrie a lot.  But I don't love her the way she
wants me to love her."
   I rubbed my eyes with the thumb and forefinger from my
right hand before glancing back up at the voyeur screen.
Torrie was seated against the net of the tennis court, her
knees up and arms curled around them.  And she was crying.
   "You'll just have to tell Torrie what you said to me,"
was my response for Lindsay's prior question.  "You'll have
to tell her that Trish did nothing wrong, and the reason you
and her split up was all your fault.  I don't believe that
myself, sweetheart, but it may be the best thing to say to
Torrie right now... especially since you believe it."
   "Can you talk to her for me, Jeremy?" Lindsay begged,
almost whining.  "I'd be no good at that.  I'd... I'd just
break down and start crying.  Besides Pamela, Torrie is my
second favorite girl - next to Trish.  I want them to get
along, and be happy."
   "It's amazing," Lindsay soon added.  "Trish and Amy
wound up hating each other because of me.  Now, Trish and
Torrie may end up the same.  Who's next?  Trish and Pamela?"
   "Don't talk like that!" I shot back at her in an emphatic
tone.  "Trish and Torrie are not going to hate each other.
And from my conversation this morning with Trish, she said
she has every intention to make amends with Amy."
   "Really?" Lindsay cried, her eyes gleaming with hope.
   "Really," I confirmed.
   "Will you talk to Torrie for me?" Lindsay asked again.
"Please, Jeremy?  PLEASE?"
   I really did not want to dive head-first into the middle
of what was going to (but hopefully won't) turn out to be
a nasty love triangle.  But at the same time, I could not
resist Lindsay, or turn her down.

   Especially when she cried like this.

   I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, I'll talk to her,
and see what I can do."
   "Thank you, Jeremy!" Lindsay exclaimed, throwing her arms
around my shoulders and hugging me tightly.
   "You're welcome, sweetheart," I said, watching Torrie on
the monitor as she continued to cry out her anguish.

                           * * *

   I was in an unenviable position.  Indeed, I was going to
plunge myself right into the middle of this love triangle.
I really didn't want to talk to Torrie about this, but felt
as though I had to.  Lindsay was too docile to do it herself.
   I always tried to look at things in a positive manner,
and hoped that would be the end result of this.  The best
case scenario would be Torrie taking back the nasty things
she said about Trish (especially the "bitch" reference).
Trish and Lindsay would be together again, without any
problems or resistance from Torrie, and everyone would be
happy.  That was what I was hoping for.
   The worst case scenario?  Don't even ask me about that.
I didn't even want to THINK about it...


                  <<<- End of Part 10 ->>>


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