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Story Name: "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  (Part 22 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "Isn't this what Cassidy wanted, though?" Lindsay whined.
"Isn't she getting some sort of satisfaction right now?
Even though the truth is out, Pamela and Trish are still not
part of our lives.  That's what Cassidy wanted all along."
   "I don't think Cassidy is having any satisfaction right
now," Devon said to Lindsay.  "She's no longer alive.  How
can she have any satisfaction in death?"
   "But her goal was accomplished," Lindsay frowned, as she
and Devon lay peacefully in bed with me on this warm summer
evening.  I had both of their blonde heads resting on either
shoulder.  "She wanted to rip us away from them.  She did."
   "I think Cassidy also wanted me and you to hate Pamela
and Trish," I chimed in, offering my opinion.  "We did for
awhile, princess.  But now that the truth is out, as you say,
we don't hate them anymore.  We may not be back together with
Pamela and Trish, but we don't hate them anymore.  The only
person we hate now, of course, is Cassidy herself."
   "Let her burn in Hell!" Lindsay snapped, displaying some
uncharacteristic venom in her voice.  "I just can't imagine
how someone could do something so evil and mean!"
   "There are people like that in the world," Devon said,
reaching across my body and cupping Lindsay's face with her
hand.  "And others are actually worse than that.  That's why
I prefer staying here - on the island.  I feel very safe and
secure here.  Really, the only bad person who ever came here
was Cassidy.  I've trusted everyone else... even Pamela and
Trish, as well as Jessica and Stephanie.  I don't think any
of them were bad people, although they're no longer here."
   "Gabrielle is a sweetheart," Lindsay chirped.  "We won't
have to worry about her causing problems."
   "Christina and Lisa are sweethearts, too," Devon grinned.
   "And Amy drives me insane!" Lindsay sighed.  "Oh God...
Amy is so nasty.  The things she did to me the other night!"
   Devon smiled and countered, "I heard a lot about that
night from Jeremy, honey.  I also heard you used a strap-on
dildo on Amy.  You've never used one on me before."
   "Amy got me so excited that I just had to blast her with
one," Lindsay countered, fidgeting around upon the bed.  "To
tell you the truth, I didn't think I would like using one.
But I did.  I promise to use strap-on dildos on you from now
on, Devon.  I know you've used them on me quite often."
   "Hmmmmm," Devon moaned, grinning.  "That's what I like to
hear.  You can blast me with strap-ons anytime, sweetheart."
   My cock began to twitch with life before Lindsay changed
the subject, "I'm really worried about Pamela, though.  It
seemed as though all of her hopes and dreams were ripped
away from her when Jeremy turned her down.  You should have
seen the look on her face, Devon.  She was staring at Jeremy
through the window as the helicopter took off earlier today.
She looked so sad... so heartbroken."
   "Hopefully, her and Trish will get over it," Devon nodded.
   "Maybe we should have let them stay with us for awhile?"
Lindsay wondered.  "I mean, no matter what Pamela and Trish
said to us in the past, they were coerced into doing it by
Cassidy.  It was obvious they still loved us, and wanted to
make things right again..."
   "It would have been too awkward having them stay," I told
her.  "I don't think Pamela would have accepted being the
third or fourth woman in my life.  She wanted to be first."
   "You can never have too many people around if they love
you, though," Lindsay mused.  "Isn't that the whole spirit
of the island?  Friendship, togetherness and... love?"
   "Pamela was obsessed in getting back with Jeremy," Devon
commented.  "He's absolutely right.  Pamela would not have
accepted anything than being the first woman in his life.
For that reason alone, neither of them could stay."
   "Trish didn't seem that way," Lindsay offered.  "She was
just happy to see me.  I loved her so much at one point.
Trish... Trish took my virginity last year.  She was so
gentle and loving with me.  I... I miss her already,"
   "Trish was gentle and loving, indeed," I grinned.  "And
then, Amy came along and corrupted you with rough sex.
Wasn't that the next day after your first sexual experience,
sweetheart?  You took two dildos, double-penetration style?"
   "Yes," Lindsay replied, squirming about some more as the
three of us lounged in our bed.  "Amy corrupted me that day.
She was the ringleader.  It was like an assault!"
   "But I bet you loved every single minute of it," Devon
smiled.  "Didn't you, honey?"
   "Oh yes," the 19-year-old answered.  "I wanted more, too."
   "I wish I could have been here last summer," Devon told
her.  "I would have took your virginity, instead of Trish."
   "The one who took Lindsay's virginity should have been
ME," I informed them.  "It would have been that way, too, if
not for Amy and Pamela.  Both of them were literally throwing
themselves at me that first week last summer."
   "I would have threw myself at you too, Jeremy," Devon
smirked.  "In fact, I still do.  Every single day!  When did
you and Lindsay have your first time together?  Your first
encounter with each other last year?"
   "During the first gang-bang," I answered, my eyes wide.
"Six girls slithering all over me.  It was a few days in."
   "Amy made Jeremy fuck me in the ass!" Lindsay squealed.
"I thought it was so nasty... but it turned me on so much!"
   "At least you were Lindsay's first cock, though," Devon
purred, tracing her fingertips upon my chest.  "That had to
count for something, Jeremy.  Didn't it?"
   "Yesssss!" I hissed, remembering that glorious evening.

   "This has been an odd couple of weeks," Lindsay remarked.
"First, Victoria shows up.  I'm still really not sure what
she wanted.  Do you think she wanted back with you, Jeremy?"
   "I don't know," I answered, referring to my ex-fiancee
from nine years ago.  "I still wish she never came here."
   "I think maybe all Victoria wanted was to lick your 'lil
pussy," Devon sneered, looking at Lindsay.  "At least, that
was all Victoria was seemingly interested in that week she
was here.  You and her were like shadows of each other."
   Lindsay pouted and replied, "I still feel bad that I let
her take advantage of me like that.  I know it upset Jeremy."
   "You couldn't control your urges," Devon cooed.  "I think
that Jeremy understood that.  Remember?  He called you a
slut and had all of us gang-bang you the next day!"
   "God, yes!" Lindsay sighed.  "I'll never forget that day!"
   "Neither will I," were my words.
   "Then, after Victoria, Pamela makes her return," Lindsay
added.  "Dare I ask, Jeremy, if there is anyone else from
your past that we don't know about?  Is anyone else going to
pop up out of nowhere, and want to get back with you?"
   "I don't think so," I replied, shaking my head.  "Victoria
was my first-ever real girlfriend."
   "Really?" Devon asked, surprised.  "You met her after you
graduated from high school, correct?"
   I frowned and answered, "Yes, indeed.  There was a girl
in high school that I chased after for three years, though.
Her name was April.  No matter how much I tried, I could not
get her to like me.  Three long years..."
   "Oh, you poor thing," Devon frowned, rubbing my chest with
her right hand and then gently kissing my cheek.
   "No one else I've been all that serious with," I pouted.
"There was Tiffany - a girl from Oregon I used to date.  We
broke up, but she knows nothing about the island.  I don't
think we'll ever see her pop up.  I lived in Oregon for a
short couple of months."
   "I'd be worried about Lindsay's old boyfriends coming
here - searching for her," Devon grinned.  "I know if it was
me, I'd search the four corners of the Earth for Lindsay."
Devon caressed the teen-ager's face with her hand and added,
"You did have a few boyfriends in high school, right?"
   "Oh yes," Lindsay replied.  "I just never had sex with
any of them.  I look back on it, and wonder how I possibly
survived all those years without sex."  She giggled and
concluded, "I can barely go an hour anymore without it!"
   "When did you discover you liked other girls?" Devon
inquired.  "I mean, you wouldn't have come to the island
last year if you didn't already have bi-sexual urges."
   "My friends on the cheerleading squad," Lindsay squealed,
squirming about on the bed once again.  "I used to fantasize
about what it would be like to be with them.  You know... a
big, locker-room orgy after practice."  Lindsay licked her
lips and purred, "Especially with Megan and Faith..."
   "Those cheerleaders crawling all over you?" Devon grinned.
"Megan and Faith... both peeling your uniform off as they
planted wet, sloppy kisses all over your body?"
   "Oh yes," Lindsay sighed.  "Now if one of them approached
me about sex, I would have melted and gave into them in an
instant.  I love guys... both you and Jeremy know that.  But
I've always been more attracted to girls.  I don't know why."
   "Men can be insensitive and crude at times," Devon mused,
before reaching for my cock and squeezing it through the
pair of shorts I wore.  "That's why when you find a good
one, you have to LATCH on to him."  She squeezed my shaft
harder and coyly added, "And never let him go."
   Lindsay squealed and giggled, reaching between my legs
with her hand and massaging my balls as Devon continued to
frig my cock.  I let out a rather loud, pleasurable moan in
response as an erection quickly began to take its shape.
   "I think we found the best man there is," Lindsay sneered,
kissing me on the cheek.  "I'll never let you go, Jeremy!"
She kissed me once more and reiterated, "Never!"
   I smiled at her playful, yet very loving words.  Lindsay
was such a doll.  She was so precious to me...
   "I still love guys, though," Devon smirked.  "Never met a
cock I didn't like, you know."  I sighed as her hand started
to frig and pump my cock even faster.  Lindsay, meanwhile,
was still grinding her fingertips upon my testicles.
   "We're all nothin' but a bunch of sluts," the 19-year-old
giggled.  "Amy is our leader, though."
   "I think you're the leader, sweetheart," Devon grinned.
"Maybe Amy could be the Admiral Pussy.  I'll be the
Lieutenant.  Lisa and Christina could serve as Captains.
And Gabrielle is a Private Pussy, since she is still new."
   "Sounds like we have a whole army around here!" Lindsay
squealed.  "Hmmmmm... I wonder if an army could satisfy me?"
   "No!" Devon laughed.  "You get the army, air force, the
navy... anyone else.  No one can satisfy you, Lindsay.  You
would line up all those guys and knock 'em down one-by-one."
   "Five-by-five," Lindsay giggled, correcting her.  "You
know how much I love being gang-banged.  And don't forget
about the marine corps, either!"  She paused and added, "I
don't like Gabrielle being just a Private Pussy.  We'll have
to see about getting her promoted!  I've always wondered
what it would be like to be with a saucy, little seniorita!"

   I shook my head and smiled at the playful verbiage being
exchanged between these two angels.  I could just lay back
and listen to them go back-and-forth all evening long like
this.  I loved it when Lindsay and Devon had conversations
such as this.  It was incredible simply to listen to them.

   Devon sat up in bed and glanced down at me.  "I know who
you could be, Jeremy.  Commander Cock!"
   "I was thinking more along the lines of Major Dick,"
Lindsay squealed, laughing.  "Hey... what was that name we
had for Jeremy if he was one of those medieval knights?"
   "Sir Cum-alot," Devon answered.
   "Yeah!" Lindsay exclaimed.  "Sir Cum-alot!  Hmmmmm..."
   Laughing, I shook my head in response to them.  "You two
are something else.  Amy was kidding me one day.  She said
if I was a pornstar, my name would be Jeremy Shortcummings."
   "Oooooh," Devon winced.  "That's not nice."
   "When is Amy going to move in with us?" Lindsay asked.
"You know, here - in our bed?"
   "Probably once she can get her face out from inbetween
Gabrielle's thighs," Devon giggled.  "I heard they've been
going at each other since this afternoon."
   Lindsay rolled onto her back and smiled.  "I love Amy so
much!  I'm so happy that she is going to stay with us!"
   "Jeremy has a hard enough time taking care of me and you,"
Devon said to Lindsay, before turning her attention to me.
"Now, you'll have to tend to another woman - Amy.  She may be
the most insatiable one of us all.  Can you really handle it,
Jeremy?  For the absolute rest of your life?"
   "I can handle it," I answered with a smile.  "I know I'll
be tired and running on fumes certain days.  But on the other
hand, I know that there will also be days when Lindsay and
Amy will absolutely obliterate one another.  Maybe I'll be
able to use those days as a time to rest."
   "You won't be resting," Devon squealed, offering my cock
her tightest squeeze yet.  "You'll be fucking me!"

   I let out a groan at the mere thought, before Devon
finally released her grip upon my cock.  Lindsay did the
same, then reached up above us and flipped the wall light
off.  Both ladies then settled back down with me upon the
bed, snuggling their faces warmly against my shoulders.
   "It's been a long couple of days," Devon yawned.  "I'm
going to get some good sleep tonight."
   "I just feel bad for Pamela and Trish," Lindsay stated
again.  "I mean... they thought they did what was best.
They wanted to protect us.  Now that the threat is over,
Pamela and Trish still are not allowed in our lives."
   "Are you saying you would have preferred they stayed on
the island?" Devon asked, curious.
   "I don't know," Lindsay whined.  "Maybe just for a little
while longer?  You know - until the dust settled?  I... I'll
never forget that expression on Pamela's face from inside the
helicopter.  I never seen anyone look so sad before..."
   "Maybe I'm the wrong person to talk," Devon commented.
"I only knew Pamela and Trish for a month.  I liked Pamela,
even though she punched and slapped me that one night when
she thought I was trying to break up her marriage with
Jeremy.  That's one thing about me... I don't hold grudges.
But, I only knew them a very short time.  Trish... even
less than a month.  Two or three weeks, actually."
   "I know it was very cold and mean of me to treat Pamela
the way I did yesterday and today," I frowned.  "But really,
I had no other choice.  I had to be truthful with her.  The
truth hurts sometimes, unfortunately."
   "Would you have taken Pamela back if you didn't have the
relationship you do with me and Lindsay?" Devon asked.
   "In a heartbeat," I answered immediately.  "That was the
big obstacle.  Not really an obstacle.  It wouldn't be fair
to either of you girls to know that my ex-wife was living
with us.  You'd look over your shoulders; have doubts about
our own relationship - especially with the way Pamela left.
I don't want that.  I want us to be happy, open and honest."
   "That reminds me!" Lindsay exclaimed.  "We need to make a
pact.  An honesty pact!  We need to promise to each other
that we'll always be open and honest with each other from
this point on.  If there are any problems, we discuss them."
   "We just made that promise a short time ago," Devon said.
"Remember?  The day when I thought I was pregnant?  We had
that big fight in the forest over who marries who.  We made
up, and created that so-called honesty pact."
   "We need to renew it, though, every few weeks," Lindsay
suggested.  "That way, we'll always know.  We'll know that
no matter what, we'll always be here for each other."
   "I thought you wanted to get Amy in this too?" I asked.
   "Oh, I do," Lindsay told me.  "And I will.  But I guess
that Amy is a 'lil bit occupied right now with Gabrielle.
We will get her in on our honesty pact soon enough.  Do we
promise to be open and honest with each other?  To not hold
anything back?  To talk about our problems, if there are
any?"  Lindsay raised her hand and held it above my chest.
   "I promise," Devon nodded, extending her own hand and
grasping Lindsay's with it.
   "I promise," was my response, as I brought both their
hands to my mouth and kissed them tenderly.
   "And I promise!" Lindsay squealed, as both she and Devon
planted separate kisses upon either side of my face.

                           * * *

   After a long and very pleasurable (and much needed) night
of sleep, I awoke the next morning to the sounds of birds
chirping and singing outside the big picture window of our
personal suite.  Unfortunately, I soon realized, I was alone
in the bed.  Hmmmmm... the time was 8:33am.
   Once I sat up and rubbed my bleary eyes, I noticed Devon
was also in the suite.  Dressed in an oversized nightshirt,
the beautiful, voluptuous blonde had a thin cloth and a can
of furniture cleaner in her hand.  She was busy wiping down
all the dressers, cabinets and desks throughout the suite.
   "Malana - the new maid - she will be here later today," I
said, catching Devon's attention.
   She turned toward me and offered, "Oh, I don't mind.
This place is so dusty!  It's been five or six days since
Jessica made her last rounds throughout here."
   "Where's Lindsay at?" I asked, as Devon turned and
resumed her cleaning duties.
   "She was saying something about Gabrielle needing to be
promoted," Devon grinned.  "You know... from Private Pussy
to perhaps Sergeant or Colonel Pussy.  Lindsay went off
awhile ago... said she was gonna find Gabrielle and Amy."
   "Oh God," I moaned, my eyes wide.  "Lindsay is probably
in the middle of them right now!"
   "She sure is turning into quite the little slut-puppy,"
Devon giggled, as I got out of bed and made a motion toward
the voyeur room.  "What do you think you're doing?" Devon
asked, suddenly stepping in front of me and blocking my way.
   "What?" I countered.  "I want to watch them, of course."
   "No, no, no!" Devon squealed, shaking her head with a
playful smile.  "Remember what I told you last night, dear
Jeremy?  When Lindsay plays with Amy, you play with me.  Do
you remember?"  Her stunning blue eyes flashed with lust as
she concluded, "You're gonna fuck me, Jeremy.  Right now."
   Devon dropped the aerosol can, as well as the dust cloth,
before placing both hands upon my shoulders and guiding me
back toward the bed.  She had me sit down on it, but then
smelled her hands and made a face.
   "Oh, hold on a minute!" Devon shrieked, running over to
the restroom so she could wash those cleaning chemicals off
of her hands.  When she returned, the 25-year-old bombshell
offered an inviting smile before literally tackling me down
upon the gentle, plush mattress.

   I landed on my back, with Devon perched atop me.  Before
I knew what happened next, Devon had her lips open over mine,
driving her velvety tongue into the far reaches of my mouth.
I gulped hard for a moment, but then steadied myself and
returned her hot, scorching kiss with an equal amount of
intensity.  I also hugged her tightly, luxuriating in the
feel of her large breasts as they squished upon my chest.
   "I thought you were too busy cleaning," I teased her,
breathing heavily, once our kiss was broken.
   "Oh... you were right," Devon grinned.  "We can wait for
the new maid to handle it.  I have things right now which
are much, much more important to deal with."
   Devon smashed her mouth to mine for another tongue-filled
kiss, but then I rolled her beneath me and pinned her there.
Our eyes locked as I ended the mutual kiss, only to then
splay gentle licks and nibbles over and across her (very)
sensitive neck and shoulder area.
   "Hmmmmm," the blonde moaned in delight, her back arching
high off the bed as she cradled my head with both hands.
She giggled and said, "You know what, Jeremy?"
   "What?"
   "Your days will be like this for the next 40 or 50 years.
Lindsay, Amy and I... we're all going to be little old ladies
one day, yet we'll still expect you to fuck us.  You'll spend
the rest of your days being our personal, private stud!"
   I let out a moan and said, "I could live with that..."
   Devon giggled once more and added, "We'll also bring girls
like Christina and Lisa, and Gabrielle, in from time to time.
Maybe even some new girls.  You'll be expected to have sex
with all of them as well... you know."
   "I wouldn't be your personal, private stud then," I told
her, now licking the base of her throat with my tongue.
   "Oh yes you would," she returned.  "The three of us -
Lindsay, Amy and I - we'd just LOAN YOU OUT for awhile."
   "Maybe I should think about loaning you out, Devon," I
playfully said, moving upward and kissing her on the lips.
"When was the last time you had four or five cocks at once?"
   "Oh, in Scotland!" she snickered.  "We went on vacation
there last February.  Remember?  Lindsay and I made quite a
scene in that hotel restaurant... didn't we?"
   "Damn near started a riot," I laughed.  "It was good you
and Lindsay gave some of those guys what they wanted."
   "Those Scotlanders wanted our asses!" Devon exclaimed.
   "And you and Lindsay were very obliging!"

                           * * *

   With these verbal games literally driving me insane, I
pulled Devon's nightshirt up and over her head, allowing
her large, jug-like breasts to jiggle out and be free.  I
tossed the nightshirt elsewhere, now knowing that the only
thing which stood between me and Devon's naked glory was a
thin, wispy pair of panties.
   Instead of getting rid of them right away, I decided to
focus upon Devon's lovely, heaving breasts.  The 25-year-old
cooed and sighed with obvious approval as I slid my tongue
through the vast, deepened valley of her cleavage.  I could
feel and hear her heartbeat within my ears.
   A moment later, I slid my hungry mouth over and across
one of her full, ripe breasts.  I settled upon its nipple,
then took the little bud between my teeth and bit it gently.
That simple move caused Devon to moan out in heated desire.
   I focused upon the nipple for several seconds, but then
went back to swiping away at her lush cleavage with my
anxious tongue.  Soon, I moved upwards and offered Devon a
feverish, scintillating kiss upon her ruby-red lips.
   "Oh yes," the enchantress moaned afterward.  "YES!"
   Quickly, I discarded of both my shirt and shorts before
settling my head between Devon's widespread, accommodating
thighs.  Devon squealed with delight as I slid her frilly
pair of panties down, and off.  I flung them somewhere
behind me, then exchanged a pair of loving smiles with her.
   I was transfixed with the sight of Devon's pussy as it
was staring me right in the face.  Holding a finger to those
damp, tender nether lips, I flicked it across the sheath of
sensitive skin.  Devon writhed about beneath me in arousal.
Excellent... I wanted to bring her the ultimate in pleasure.
   "Such a pretty pussy," I whispered, driving my finger
into her damp slit and gently thrusting it in-and-out.  "It
is all pink, and precious... looks so very yummy."  Devon
moaned in response as I inserted a second finger into her.
   Now pumping a pair of fingers into her silken depths, I
extended my tongue and gave the area a full, sweeping lick.
In return, Devon cried out and arched her back high into the
air.  I found her right hand with my left - up beside her
waist - and gripped it.  She squeezed it firmly in response.
   Soon, both of my fingers were joined by my tongue within
her lush folds.  Still thrusting the fingers into her, I
burrowed my tongue deep inside - tasting and sampling her.
Needless to say, it was most intoxicating.  The deeper my
tongue burrowed, the greater Devon's cries of passion were.
   The luscious blonde squeezed my hand even tighter as I
then began to focus my attention upon her clitoris.  The
little nub of skin was fully exposed, so I dabbed at it
repeatedly with my tongue.  It was at this time when Devon
began to let loose with her series of trademarked squeals.
Whenever overly excited, Devon would squeal continuously.
This told me that I had to be doing something right here...
   A third finger joined the mix upon her pussy, thrusting
into and pounding her inner depths.  Meanwhile, my tongue
kept flicking itself over and across her gooey clitoris
with quick, rapid-fire strokes.  She was very close...
   Soon, Devon was screaming at the top of her lungs as her
beautiful body went through the sweet progression of orgasm.
She arched her neck and back into the air, then wailed out
in pure and utter lust as the sensations within her hit a
fever pitch.  All the while, I continued lapping away at her
scrumptious pussy with my probing tongue.

   In the aftermath of her explosive climax, Devon's body
shook and shimmered beneath me in a passionate glow.  I
eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining of her
thighs, only then to move upward and cup her face with both
hands.  Her expression was golden; full of bliss.
   "I love you, sweetheart," I breathed, kissing her deeply.
"I need you in my life.  Without you or Lindsay, or even Amy
now, I'd go absolutely insane."
   Still feeling the lingering sensations of orgasm, Devon
smiled warmly and hooked both arms around my shoulders.  "I
love you too, Jeremy.  But you seem to be holding up pretty
well.  I'm actually kind of surprised."
   "I'm not holding up," I told her, shaking my head.  "I
just realized 48 hours ago that my ex-wife was blackmailed
into leaving me.  How can I possibly be okay?"
   "You seem to be... ohhhhh," Devon nodded.  "You're holding
it inside of you.  You always do, Jeremy.  You always want
people to think that you are cool, calm and collected."
   "Lindsay kept referring to Pamela's expression when the
helicopter was taking off," I frowned.  "I seen it too,
Devon.  It was like someone had ripped her heart out.  I
never seen her look so... pitiful, before.  The Pamela I
knew was strong, self-assured... very confidant."
   "What happened to them was terrible," Devon said, kissing
my cheek.  "I'll always be here for you though, Jeremy.  The
same goes for Lindsay.  We want to help you."
   I shook my head and pouted, "Lindsay already wants both
of them to come back.  What she says makes a lot of sense.
Everything they did was for our safety and well-being.  Why
she would punish them... say we don't want them anymore?"
   "Pamela would surely not accept the role as the third or
fourth woman in your life," Devon reminded me.
   I shrugged my shoulders before saying, "Maybe if we talk
to her beforehand.  Let her know the ground rules."
   Devon gave me a weird look.  "You want her back?"
   "I... I don't know," I replied, shaking my head.
   "A little Jeremy is better than no Jeremy," Devon nodded.
"I think Pamela would want all of you, though."
   "It's difficult," I said.  "On one hand, being here would
give her some happiness.  Pamela obviously deserves that.
After all these months and what she has been through, she
NEEDS it.  But on the other hand, I don't want you or Lindsay
to even have the notion you would ever have to look over your
shoulder.  Pamela could cause jealousy amongst us all."
   "Lindsay is not the jealous type," Devon countered.  "I
can be that way at times, yes.  But as long as I know that
you love Lindsay and me more than anyone else here, I'll be
perfectly fine.  Isn't that what the island is about?  We
have our little three-way relationship, and we let others
spend a few months at a time here as guests."
   "Pamela would qualify as more than a guest," I offered.
"She would want to stay full-time.  Trish would, too."
   "You get my meaning, though," Devon said.  "Hey... I have
no problems with either of them staying as long as you love
Lindsay and me more than anyone else.  The same is true for
Lindsay.  She has to love you and me more than anyone else."
   "Lindsay is crazy about you, Devon," I told her.  "She
loves you so much more than she ever did Trish.  I don't
think you have anything to worry about there."
   "All three of us would still have to share the same bed
AT LEAST five or six nights a week," Devon added.  "That
would be a priority of mine.  Well, it already is."
   "What about Amy?" I said.
   "What about her?" Devon responded.  "If you want to bring
Pamela and Trish back here, Amy can stay with them.  We'd
have our three; they'd have their three."
   I laughed gently and informed her, "Trish and Amy don't
mix well together... kind of like oil and water.  They've
had a long-running feud since the end of last summer."
   "Oh... over Lindsay," Devon nodded.  "I heard about that.
Well then, Amy could stay with us.  That's the plan anyway."

   I took a deep breath and shook my head.  "I don't know,
Devon.  I don't know if I really want Pamela and Trish back
or not.  Everything has been going so well between you, me
and Lindsay lately.  I don't want to run the risk of hurting
anything between us.  But... that look upon Pamela's face.
All she wanted for the past seven months was to somehow get
back here.  She got her chance... but I turn her away."
   "I was pretty upset when Pamela and Trish were talking
about re-claiming you and Lindsay," Devon said, kissing my
face once again.  "I even got punched in the nose twice over
it.  But then, I started to realize their situation.  It has
to be so awful - what they went through.  I feel for them."
   "I need some more time to think things over," I frowned.
"I want to tell myself that I don't want them here.  I do
tell myself that, but not all of me hears it."
   "Take your time," Devon said, offering me a warm smile.
"We can have a talk with Lindsay about it, too.  Does she
really want Trish back?  Or is that her emotions getting the
best of her?  We'd have to look into that, Jeremy.  You... I
think you don't even know if you want Pamela back.  Right?"
   I nodded my head and told her, "I need time.  There are a
lot of things for me to go over.  You and Lindsay are the
two most important people in the world to me.  I could never
do anything to hurt either of you.  You know that, Devon.  I
felt the same way about Pamela once, too.  I could never hurt
her.  But yesterday, I think I may have destroyed her."


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