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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Forever"  Chapter 2
Date: Tue,  2 Apr 2002 05:10:02 -0500
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Forever"  (Part 2 of 25) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   I don't know where I was, or how I got here.

   I found myself seated in a chair, inside a mysterious,
darkened room.  Standing before me in a beam of light was my
ex-wife Pamela, who looked as if she was about to offer me
one of her patented, scintillating stripteases.  In the past
when we were still married and happy together, Pamela would
often dance for me - and drive me insane in the process.
   But I didn't want this.  Not now.  Not anymore.
   Pamela was wearing a black leather bra which had silver
rhinestones scattered all over it.  The gorgeous, voluptuous
blonde also wore a very suggestive, short miniskirt made of
pure cotton; its color also black.  There was a slit up the
right side of her little skirt, and a single button just
above it held the flirtatious garment in place.
   Traces of Pamela's G-string could be seen as well; much
like her bra, it was black leather and had rhinestones
decorated upon it.  The outfit was topped off with a pair
of black pumps which sported incredible five-inch heels.
Pamela was an image out of any man's greatest fantasy.
   "You and I belong together, Jeremy," the 26-year-old said
to me in a low, sultry voice.  "Can't you see that?"
   I wanted to respond and profess my undying love for the
trio of Lindsay, Devon and Amy - my three wives - but found
myself unable to speak.  Startled, I looked at Pamela, who
simply smiled at me in return.  What was happening?
   "We're gonna get married," Pamela told me, which caused
my eyes to widen in shock.  "That's the way it should be.
You and me, Jeremy... we're going to have a family, and grow
old together.  Isn't that what we always wanted?"  After a
short pause, she quickly added, "JUST you and me, Jeremy.
We're not going to have those three... women, to bother us.
We don't NEED them in our lives anymore..."
   Obviously not enjoying that comment, I had heard enough.
It was time to exit this darkened room - wherever it was -
and go running back into the arms of Lindsay, Devon and Amy.
   However, I suddenly found myself unable to move.  I looked
down and realized that both of my wrists, as well as my
ankles, were shackled to the chair which I was sitting in.
   "Tell me you don't like this, Jeremy," Pamela grinned,
before stepping forward and pressing her lips to mine for a
gentle, delicate kiss.  I tried to squirm and break free of
the restraints, but it was useless.  My senses flared once
she slipped her velvety tongue into my mouth...
   Pamela let loose another smile as she then turned and
made her way over to the far wall, cupping and squeezing her
leather-clad breasts in the process.  Just before reaching
her destination, the former stripper brought both hands
behind her head and offered a beguiling twitch of the hips.
   I continued to fight against my bonds, but to no avail.
The entire room was dark with the exception of Pamela and
yours truly; bright spotlights from above were trained upon
us.  Wherever my ex-wife went, the light would follow her.
That begged another question.  Who else was here with us?
   Pamela turned to face me, and started things off with a
lewd, suggestive dance.  I gulped my throat in response as
Pamela cupped her massive, heaving breasts once more while
swaying her hips to an unheard rhythm.  She grinned at me,
well aware of the fact that at one time, her striptease
routines excited me beyond any and all reason.
   Pamela turned her back to me and continued with the hot
bumping and grinding motion for several seconds.  Then, she
glanced over her shoulder and smiled my way, before bending
at the waist and hiking her short, flimsy skirt upward.
   I could not believe this, but my cock began to twitch
with forbidden desire as I admired the sight of Pamela's
perfect, drum-tight ass wiggling back and forth in front of
me.  Pamela's pussy was barely hid by the black under-strip
of her leather G-string, and her firm, muscular legs looked
most intoxicating.  The woman who I divorced and vowed never
to return to was slowly but surely arousing me.
   Still bent over, the heavily stacked blonde reached down
to her ankles and slowly ran both hands up the insides of
each thigh - all the way up to her pussy.  Pamela extended a
pair of fingers from both hands and massaged herself through
the leather G-string, her lovely face beaming as her eyes
were now locked upon the growing bulge within my trousers.
   Pamela licked her lips and smiled, but continued on with
the show.  Still bent at the waist, she gyrated her rounded
ass some more - being as sinfully-sexy as possibly - before
suddenly straightening up and turning around to face me.
   Pamela reached between her thighs and knelt down before
me, then began gyrating her hips once again.  She was
crouched so low that her ass was no more than a couple of
inches off the floor.  Again, her eyes were fixated upon the
growing lump within my trousers.  I felt horribly ashamed...
   The seductress stood once more, then undid the single
button upon her skirt and twirled it around her hips in a
wanton motion.  Her next move was to whip the skirt up and
off, fully exposing her leather G-string for the first time.
Pamela turned on a heel and kept dancing, bumping her sweet
ass solely for my own enjoyment.  She draped the skirt over
her shoulder for several seconds and continued dancing, but
then finally got rid of the garment by tossing it elsewhere.
   My erection was at full strength as Pamela returned to
the wall, leaning her back against it as her body still
moved and swayed.  At the same time, she unclasped her
leather bra.  Seductively, Pamela peeled it from her large
breasts, baring those mouth-watering melons for my eyes to
admire.  Pamela let the bra fall to the floor but raised
both hands high, her luscious body still grinding about.
   This absolute goddess of a woman stepped away from the
wall and strutted toward me while slipping her tiny G-string
down.  Still twitching her ass, she rolled the tight fabric
down her hips and thighs, and let it fall harmlessly to the
floor.  Pamela giggled in a playful manner as she collected
the leather G-string with a high-heeled foot, and kicked it
over to me.  It landed directly upon my head.
   Completely nude now, Pamela reached between her thighs
and openly rubbed herself there while flaunting her body in
front of me.  "We're gonna be so happy together, Jeremy,"
she offered, her voice soft and loving.  "Just you and me.
I know Lindsay is your little angel, but I'm your REAL wife.
I'm MUCH better for you than Lindsay is, or Devon and Amy.
You may not see it now... but you will.  Eventually."
   Unable to speak while shackled to the chair, I could do
nothing but watch in helpless shock as Pamela closed the
distance between us.  The exotic dancer dropped to her knees
just in front of me and began tugging away at both my belt
and trousers.  In seconds, they were pulled down - and my
fully erect, bulging cock was freed.  Pamela's eyes flashed
at the mere sight, then she moved her mouth in for a taste...

                           * * *

   "Jeremy, wake up."
   For a moment, I couldn't breathe after opening my eyes.
I stared at Devon's concerned expression and felt somewhat
disconnected from my body, as well as the rest of the world.
What just happened to me?  Where was Pamela?
   Suddenly, my breath returned and I sucked it in deeply -
as if I had been suffocating.  My heart was pounding within
my chest as I sat up in the bed, my eyes wide as I took in
the surroundings.  This wasn't the darkened room where my
ex-wife had just seduced an erection out of me.  This was
the suite which my three wives and I called our bedroom.
   Still very shaken from what Pamela had done to me, I
reached over and grabbed Mr. Gordo - Lindsay's prized
teddy bear - from the nearby chair and clutched it to my
stomach.  Devon looked at me oddly, but then softened and
touched my shoulder with her right hand.
   "Were you dreaming, Jeremy?" she asked, still concerned.
"It looked like you were having some sort of nightmare."
   I looked down and realized that I was actually holding a
teddy bear close to my body.  I quickly tossed it back toward
the rocking chair, then brought both hands to my face and
covered it in anguish.  Every muscle within my body clenched
tightly as I realized that yes - it had been a nightmare.
   Instead of replying verbally, I reached out and brought
Devon into my arms and embraced her tightly.  For the first
time since my nightmare had begun, I felt some sense of
peace within myself.  It was wonderful to hold Devon in my
arms, and draw from her the strength I so desperately needed.
   Devon returned my embrace with equal love and compassion,
but soon reached between my legs and rubbed me there.  "It
must have been a GOOD dream, Jeremy.  You're hard as a rock!"

   Devon's words hit me like a ton of bricks.

   Mortally startled, I shoved her away from my embrace and
realized that yes, indeed - my cock was fully erect.  How
could I let Pamela affect me like this?
   Ashamed of myself, I quickly rose from the bed and exited
our personal suite in the blink of an eye.  I did not know
where I was headed at this early morning hour.  I just needed
to be alone.  Devon's look of concern as I left her in our
suite worried me, but I really needed to be alone right now.

                           * * *

   Try as I might, but I could not shake the images of my
beautiful ex-wife first dancing and stripping for me, then
dropping to her knees to orally service my cock, out of my
mind.  It may have seemed like a wonderful dream to have,
but it was actually a nightmare for me.  A very nasty one.
   As was detailed in the last story, the primary reason
that Pamela was no longer part of my life had nothing to
do with her or I.  It was all Cassidy's fault.  The lying,
conniving bitch had blackmailed both Pamela and Trish
(Lindsay's former love interest) into shattering our
collective hearts, and leaving us.
   Cassidy wanted revenge because I sent her home from the
island last year after she was caught in a series of cruel,
vicious lies.  Her disqualification from the island, so to
speak, was a $3 million mistake on Cassidy's part - I was
not about to pay her full salary after what she had done.
So, Cassidy vowed vengeance on not only me, but Pamela and
Lindsay as well.  Unfortunately, she got it.
   Pamela and Trish's sudden departure from our lives nearly
destroyed both Lindsay and I, but we stuck together and along
with Devon's help, were eventually able to make it through.
   Cassidy's threats of telling the media that a reclusive
billionaire (me) was running a prostitution ring off the
coast of Peru went out the window once she perished in an
automobile accident earlier this summer.  Now with Cassidy
no longer holding an axe over their heads, Pamela and Trish
immediately returned to the island, but found things much
different than the way they had left it seven months earlier.
   Despite the fact that they were blackmailed into leaving
us - and they only agreed to it to protect us - Pamela and
Trish were really no longer welcome here.  Pamela expected
to slide right back into her role as my wife, but that was
not going to happen.  I was not about to let her drive a
wedge between Devon, Lindsay, Amy and yours truly.  Too many
things had changed since they were here last winter.
   My whole point all along was that Pamela should have
trusted in me to provide safety for her and everyone else
here once Cassidy made those threats.  She should have told
me about them.  Considering some of the things Pamela had
said to me upon leaving (our marriage was a mistake - for
example), it was unrealistic for her to believe that she
could waltz right back into my life like nothing happened.
I don't care if she was coerced into saying those things or
not.  Myself, I could have NEVER said those things to her.
I would have surely be open and honest with her about it.
   Likewise, Lindsay was no longer Trish's "girl".  Devon
took exception to that idea, telling Trish when she and
Pamela came back during the summer that Lindsay was now her
"girl".  A huge argument ensued, but later everyone made up
and realized that all of this had been Cassidy's fault.
   Still, I could not allow Pamela or Trish to remain with us
on the island.  My relationship with Lindsay, Devon and Amy
was far too important to jeopardize with the presence of my
ex-wife, who still envisioned herself as the centerpiece of
my life.  Thus, Pamela reluctantly decided to move to Canada
with Trish once it was apparent to her that she had no future
on the island.  Hopefully, they could start anew in Toronto.
   Trish sends me periodic updates through e-mail about her
life with Pamela.  Apparently, they are getting along okay.
Best of all, they are girlfriends and provide companionship
for one another.  Pamela has enrolled at a local university,
though I'm not quite sure what she is studying.  She also
works part-time at a fast-food restaurant.
   I was happy to hear that Trish re-entered the world of
physical fitness.  She was recently hired as an instructor
at a fitness center just outside of Toronto.  It was a far
cry from the club that Trish once owned, but Cassidy took all
of her and Pamela's assets as part of the blackmail scheme.
   I offered to buy Trish's fitness center back for her so
she could own it once again, but the Canadian declined.  She
and Pamela wanted no further financial help from me than the
combined $800 per week stipend that I split between their
bank accounts.  The only reason they hadn't declined that was
because both of them needed the money in order to survive.

                           * * *

   It took several hours to dispel the anxiety which my vivid
nightmare about Pamela had produced within me.  Still, the
time was only 5:00am on this cold, breezy October morning as
I sat upon a large boulder in the forest.  I had been here
since leaving Devon behind in our suite, trying to regain my
composure and collect my thoughts at the same time.  I cannot
stress how ashamed I was of myself for becoming aroused at
the idea of my ex-wife dancing for and orally servicing me.
   I really held nothing against Pamela anymore.  It was
awful what Cassidy had done to us.  Still, I had worked for
the past several months to drive all thoughts of Pamela from
my mind.  My life was with Lindsay, Devon and Amy now.  I
was not about to let anyone drive us apart.
   But as a former exotic dancer (a true fetish of mine) -
at one time, Pamela could have gotten my juices flowing like
no one else could.  There were several nights when she would
perform a blistering striptease for me before we had sex, or
give me a spirited lap dance.  I always found myself begging
for more.  Pamela was a very confident and self-assured
dancer and because of that, her routines were extremely sexy.

   Why did I have a nightmare about her?

   There was really no reason for me to have any lingering
thoughts about Pamela.  I had three wives, for God's sake!
I was the luckiest man alive.  There was Lindsay, who could
be as sweet as the girl next door, or the slut of my wettest
dream at any given moment.  Best of all, she could seamlessly
switch between each role in a single heartbeat.
   Devon was the level-headed, sultry-voiced goddess who
thought the absolute world of me.  And then there was Amy,
an insatiable sex fiend with the amazing body that never
quit.  I was married to all three of these women.
   Why would I even harbor one thought about Pamela?
   "Because you still love her," a tiny voice within my
mind reminded me.  "You always have."
   I was ready to scream out in protest, but found myself
frozen once I looked up and noticed Devon standing before
me.  With the moonlight our only illumination, I noticed
Devon still had that concerned look upon her charming face
from hours ago.  I felt guilty for running out on her.
   "You should be sleeping, dear," I told her quietly,
breaking the silence between us.  "It's only five o'clock."
   "How can I sleep knowing what happened to you?" Devon
countered, taking a seat beside me upon the large boulder.
"I finally found where you were hiding with the voyeur room."
The 25-year-old had already taken the liberty of getting
dressed for the day.  She wore a form-fitting yellow top,
along with a pair of denim jeans.  It looked a little bit
light for the cold morning breeze.
   "Want to talk about it?" she asked.  "Your dream?"
   "It was nothing."
   Devon frowned and shook her head.  "That was not a nothing
face.  Talk to me, Jeremy.  I want to help you."  When the
thoughtful blonde reached out and grasped my wrist, I felt a
sudden sense of peace within myself.  "I love you, Jeremy.  I
want you to tell me what is wrong.  I want to help!"
   I frowned and replied, "I had a dream about Pamela.  Well,
it was actually a nightmare.  A bad one."
   Devon moved back upon the boulder, her eyes narrow.  "A
nightmare about Pamela?  What happened in it?"
   Again, I frowned.  "I was in this dark room, all chained
and cuffed to a chair.  The only lights in the room were
upon me and Pamela.  She... Pamela began stripping for me.
Pamela kept saying that her and I were going to be together.
She said that you, Lindsay and Amy were no longer welcome in
our lives.  Pamela was stripping; driving me crazy like she
always did in the past.  Then..."  I paused and concluded,
"She dropped to her knees, to give me a blowjob."
   "Did she?" Devon wondered.
   "No," I replied.  "That was when you woke me up."
   Devon forged a begrudging smile.  "Dreaming about Pamela
gave you a hard-on.  I thought you were over her, Jeremy."
   "I don't know," I cringed, bringing both fists to my eyes
and rubbing them fiercely.  "It's... I... I don't know."
   Devon seemed to sense my anguish, and thus, caressed my
shoulder with her right hand in a sympathetic manner.  I
removed both fists from my eyes and looked at her.
   "I'm sorry, Devon.  I shouldn't have said anything to you
about my dream.  The absolute last thing I want is for you,
Lindsay or Amy to feel jealous, or threatened, in anyway.  I
love all three of you so much."
   "I don't feel jealous, Jeremy," Devon frowned, shaking
her head.  "Ours is a very unique relationship, as you know.
We're in a four-way marriage.  We invite other girls to come
here and spend months at a time with us.  It would take an
awful lot for me feel jealous.  More than a dream, for sure."
   "Pamela is different, though," I told her.  "I shouldn't
be thinking about her anymore.  I shouldn't have an erection
because I dream about her.  She's my `ex.  It's not right."
   "Why isn't it right?" Devon countered.  "Is it wrong to
still have feelings, or fleeting thoughts, about someone who
was once in your life?  Before I came to the island, Jeremy,
I had a girlfriend - her name was Jennifer.  She and I were
very close.  Jennifer ultimately hurt me, but there are many
times when I still think about her.  I loved her very much -
just the same way you loved Pamela."
   "What do you think of the Jennifer who is here now?" I
asked her, referring to one of our four new arrivals.
   "She seems nice," Devon replied.  "I was thinking it may
be hard to have another Jennifer in my life.  But hopefully,
I won't associate the new Jennifer with the old Jennifer."
Devon paused and said, "I can tell, Jeremy.  You still have
feelings for Pamela.  Don't you?"
   I frowned and replied, "Yeah, I guess I do."
   "It's perfectly understandable," Devon told me.  "I mean,
look at how your relationship with her ended.  It wasn't
something that she did wrong, or you did wrong.  It was all
that awful Cassidy's fault."
   Once again, I frowned.  "Yes, I know.  Pamela and I would
still be married if not for Cassidy."  I paused for a moment,
but quickly added, "Don't take that the wrong way, Devon.  I
am so much more happy married to you, Lindsay and Amy than I
was with Pamela.  I loved Pamela very much, but she did not
even approach the feelings I have for you and Lindsay."
   Devon smiled and asked, "What about Amy?"
   "I love Amy," was my response.  "But she would rate a
step lower than Pamela, at least in my book.  Really, I
could be married to either you or Lindsay by yourselves,
Devon, and be happy.  Happier than I was with Pamela."
   "You don't have to defend your dream to me," she offered.
"I know you love us, Jeremy.  It's okay if you have thoughts
or even occasional fantasies about Pamela.  As I said, I
feel the same way about my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer.  At one
time, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.  But
she wound up hurting me, and we split up."
   I sighed and asked, "How could anyone hurt you, Devon?
You're too much of a sweetheart for anyone to hurt you."
   "I don't know," she told me.  "I just thought the world
of her at one point.  You know how emotional and attached I
can get, Jeremy.  I mean - look at how I feel about you.  I
was hurt for a really long time because of what she did."
   "Yet you still think about her?" I asked.
   "Oh, of course," Devon replied.  "I know how you feel,
Jeremy.  Trust me, I do.  I was thinking about Jennifer a
lot yesterday, because of the Jennifer on the island now."
   "There is another thing, though, and I've never said this
to anyone," I told Devon.  "Me still having feelings for
Pamela is just part of the problem.  The other part, and
maybe the biggest part, is that I have a certain sense of
guilt whenever I think about Pamela."
   "Guilt?  Why is that?"
   "I don't know," I countered.  "I think a lot of has to do
with when Pamela and Trish came back here after Cassidy was
killed in the car crash.  Pamela and Trish fully expected me
to let them back into our lives.  But I turned them away."
   "Did you have any other alternative?"
   I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I don't think so.
I wasn't about to let them come back and live with us.  I
did not want Pamela to cause any sort of friction between
you, me and Lindsay.  Nothing will ever take us apart."
   "Why do you feel guilty?"
   "Just the way that Pamela was for those two days," I
pouted.  "I had never seen her so helpless and depressed
before.  She did nothing but cry the whole time.  She and
Trish gave up everything in their lives so they could
protect us from Cassidy's evil threats.  But when Cassidy
dies and the threats are history, Pamela and Trish come back
to the island and find themselves no longer welcome here."
   "Pamela and Trish should have trusted in you, instead of
letting Cassidy control them," Devon nodded.  "If I know one
thing, Jeremy, it's that I would NEVER allow anyone to take
me away from you.  I would have told you about her threats
if they tried that with me.  Lindsay would have, too."
   "Everyone reacts to things differently," I sighed.  "What
can I say, Devon?  Pamela loved me; she said she spent seven
months dreaming of the day her and I could be back together.
And when that day came, I turned her away.  All I ever wanted
in life was for someone to actually love me.  Never before
did I think that I would break someone's heart like that.
That is why Christina was so angry at me a few months ago."
   "You shouldn't feel guilty, Jeremy," Devon frowned.  "It
was all Cassidy's fault.  I can't believe that her and I
were room-mates for a spell last December.  Do you know that
at first, I actually liked her?"
   "I know what Pamela wants," I sighed.  "She wants to be
back here with us on the island, living a life that she
thinks is rightfully hers.  Yet in reality, she is thousands
of miles away - living in Canada, with Trish."
   "At one time, I thought of Pamela as the matriarch of this
island."  I shook my head and continued, "She had the whole
world at her fingertips.  I would have done anything for her.
I always thought Pamela was a very elegant, stylish woman.
But now... she is the french fry girl at some fast-food
joint in Toronto.  That... I... guilt.  I feel guilty."
   "There is nothing wrong with being a french fry girl,"
Devon told me in a squealy tone, trying to lift my spirits.
"I worked drive-through at McDonald's for two years when I
was in high school.  It was hard work, but I liked it."
   "And I worked at Kentucky Fried Chicken for three years
when I was in high school, doing dishes every night," I said
to Devon.  "I didn't say anything was wrong with it.  The
problem I have is that Pamela is 26.  She is not in high
school anymore.  Because of me, she's a french fry girl."
   "It beats being a stripper," Devon pouted.  "At least, I
would think so.  Pamela may make a fraction of the money she
once did as a stripper, but at least she keeps her dignity.
She don't have to deal with drunken perverts anymore, right?
Plus, you send her and Pamela what - $800 per month?"
   "Pamela is better than that," I told her.  "Especially at
age 26.  She is better than a french fry girl, which should
be reserved for high school and college kids looking to make
a few bucks so they can go out and have fun."
   "Have you ever seriously thought about bringing Pamela
and Trish back to the island, Jeremy?"  I shook my head as
Devon continued, "Just forget the fact that you think it
would cause friction in our marriage.  I would not be one
bit jealous until you started showing favoritism for Pamela
over me and Lindsay.  I know Lindsay would not be jealous.
She is not the jealous type.  Amy isn't, either."
   "I could never bring them back," were my words.  "Their
lives would be much better, but I could never do it, Devon.
I think Pamela would want to be first in my life - as she
once was.  She would expect it, and would not settle for
anything less.  It would be a recipe for disaster."
   "Maybe we could talk to Pamela beforehand, and lay down
the ground rules," Devon suggested.  "Maybe after all this
time - and being shot down when she and Trish returned -
she would happily settle to just be a part of your daily
life.  A little Jeremy is better than no Jeremy, you know."
   "How can you say you wouldn't be jealous?" I wondered.
"With Pamela even being here - seems you would be jealous."
   "Jealousy is not part of our lifestyle here," Devon
grinned.  "I have two wives and a husband, Jeremy.  We just
invited four new girls to the island to stay with us.  The
girl who means the most to me - Lindsay - she opted to spend
the evening with Erika last night - a stranger - instead of
us.  She chose Erika over ME.  If I felt any jealousy about
what happens here, I would have self-destructed long ago."
   "I don't think Lindsay CHOSE a stranger over you and me,
dear," I told her.  "I think Erika was something new and
exciting for her.  That's all."
   "I know that," Devon nodded.  "But you get my point.  I
would only feel jealous, Jeremy, if you felt stronger for
Pamela instead of me or Lindsay.  You already said you love
Amy, but your feelings are stronger for Pamela.  I have no
problem with that.  It's understandable.  Amy was a very
late addition to our relationship, and our marriage."
   "Look at me, Jeremy," Devon continued.  "I love you with
all of my heart.  I told you yesterday that you were at the
center of my universe.  I said the first time I seen you,
the only thought that came to my mind was WOW.  I was in
love with you from the very first time I met you.  But look
at me... you love Lindsay more than you do me."
   My heart sank within my chest as Devon went on, "It's
okay, though.  I've known that ever since we all agreed to
get married.  I could feel jealous about it, but I don't.
I'm happy for what I have in life.  I'm happy to share you,
Jeremy.  As long as you love me, I am perfectly content with
our lifestyle.  It may be the most unique lifestyle in the
world, but I'm content with it."  She paused and concluded,
"I don't feel jealous, Jeremy.  Nor would I with Pamela, as
long as I know Lindsay and I rank higher in your life."
   After several seconds of silence, I finally spoke in a
low tone, "I don't want you thinking that I love Lindsay
more than I love you, Devon."
   "Why?" she asked emphatically.  "It's the truth."
   Sighing, I hung my head low.  "You're better than that,
Devon.  You... you deserve better than that."
   "I think all people deserve to be happy," she told me.
"I'm INCREDIBLY happy, Jeremy.  You'll never know how happy
I am.  I have you in my life.  I love you so much.  Lindsay
is a total sweetheart.  She makes me smile and laugh every
single day.  And Amy... well, Amy is like a nasty fantasy
come to life.  She provides me with something different."
Devon paused and confirmed, "I'm VERY happy, Jeremy."
   She took a deep breath and went on, "If we were in a
normal relationship, Jeremy - just you and me, and no one
else - I would object to any mention of you bringing Pamela
back into our lives.  In all honesty, she would have no
business being with us.  But as I said, ours is anything but
a normal relationship.  Do I want Pamela, as well as Trish,
back?  No.  Would I object to them coming back if you wanted
them to?  No - especially after what Cassidy did to them.
It was obvious how much Pamela and Trish wanted to be here.
It hurt me to see them so upset."
   I shook my head and told her, "I don't want them here."
   "I think you do," Devon countered.  "It would be the only
way for you to relieve your guilt."
   "No," I reiterated.  "I don't care how much guilt I have.
No one is coming between you, Lindsay, Amy and me.  No one.
I'm not even going to take any chances."
   "That's fine," Devon nodded.  "It's good you feel that
way.  As I said, I really don't want them here, either.  But
I wouldn't object.  I know if I was Pamela or Trish, I would
be dying to get back here.  This is an island paradise."
   "You'd never allow yourself to be in that position in the
first place," I told her.  "Remember?  You said Cassidy would
not have controlled your life like that."
   "True, but still," Devon mused.  "I understand how Pamela
and Trish feel.  It must be killing them.  I would not stand
in the way of them coming back.  I would only object if your
feelings were stronger for Pamela, Jeremy, than they were
for us.  I think I would have a right to object, too, simply
because you're our husband."
   "A recipe for disaster," I stated again.  "Pamela would
accept nothing less than being first in my life."
   "A little Jeremy is better than no Jeremy," Devon nodded.
"I said that before, but it's the truth.  I think, Jeremy,
that Pamela was really shocked and surprised to learn that
you were going to settle down with Lindsay and me when she
was here last time.  She didn't expect it, and it upset her.
That's why she acted the way she did.  I think now, Pamela
would have different thoughts about the whole situation.  I
bet she would be grateful to just live here again."
   "It's not going to happen," I said, trying to sound firm.
"I know it's Cassidy's fault.  But still, I can't take the
chance of Pamela ruining our marriage, Devon."
   "I don't think she would ruin it," Devon insisted.  "It's
your choice, Jeremy, and as I said, I really don't want her
or Trish to come back.  But I don't think Pamela would ruin
anything.  I think she would be happy just being here.  But
if she did cause any sort of trouble, I'd speak up.  You
think I want any problems in our relationship, Jeremy?"
   "I can't have them back," I repeated.
   "That's fine," Devon nodded, criss-crossing her arms
across her chest and placing both hands upon her shoulders.
"Can we continue our discussion inside?" she asked, her body
suddenly trembling.  "It's sort of cold out here, you know."
   "Of course," I said, quickly taking off the leather jacket
which I had thrown on earlier and placing it around Devon's
shoulders.  I then stood up, and extended my hand to her.
"Come on, sweetheart.  Let's get back to the mansion.  I'll
make you some hot chocolate - your favorite."
   Devon smiled and accepted my hand, then rose to her feet.
"I don't want your jacket, Jeremy, if you're gonna be cold."
   "I'll be fine," I assured her, slipping her arms into the
jacket's sleeves and then zipping it up.  I then slid my own
arms around her luscious body, and hugged her close to me.
"I love you, Devon.  You're so easy to talk to.  I love you."
   "I love you too," she reciprocated, nuzzling my neck with
her lips and kissing me there.  "Talk to me about anything.
I am always here for you, Jeremy.  Remember that."

                           * * *

   "I don't think Pamela is the vindictive type that she was
in your nightmare," Devon told me several moments later, as
we re-entered the mansion.  It was only 5:20am in the morning
and thus, still very dark outside.  "Pamela is not the type
of person, Jeremy, to stand over you and say that you belong
to her - especially with you resisting, and all tied up."
   "It was a strange dream," I admitted.  "Pamela was always
strong-willed and self-assured, but also very kind and
loving.  I think she even had a submissive streak in her.  I
really have no idea where that nightmare came from."
   Once we made our way into the kitchen, I whipped up that
cup of hot chocolate for Devon.  She sipped it as both of us
took a seat at the breakfast bar.  I patted her knee with my
right hand and offered her a friendly smile.
   "I'm going to be dead on my feet by the time tonight rolls
around," the blonde said, giggling softly.  "I don't think
I've ever woke up at two-thirty in the morning before.  It
seems like it should be ten or eleven o'clock right now."
   "Why don't you go back to sleep, then?"
   "No, it's alright," Devon told me.  "I already got dressed
and all.  Well... check that.  I could go for a bubble-bath."
I smiled at her as she added, "You know how much Lindsay and
I LOVE our bubble-baths, Jeremy.  She's with Erika, though."
   "I know someone who would love to take Lindsay's place -
at least, for this morning," I grinned.  "Not only does this
person love you, but he's also the only other person in the
mansion who is awake at this unholy hour!"
   Devon offered a goofy expression and said, "Amy?  Amy is
awake?  No, wait a minute... Amy is a she - not a he."  She
paused, still being playful, and asked, "Who, Jeremy?  Who?"
   "Me, you dumb blonde!" I exclaimed in a playful manner.
"Me!  ME!  I'd love to take a bubble-bath with you!"
   "You would?" Devon asked, acting surprised.  "You want to
take a bubble bath with me, Jeremy?  Me?  You really want to
soap me up, Jeremy?  Wash and scrub my entire body?"  I began
to shudder and tremble as her teasing words filled my senses.
"Lather up my hair with shampoo, then rinse it off for me?"
   "YES!" I replied with great emotion, as her last comment
really struck a nerve within me.
   Smiling, Devon took a generous swig of her hot chocolate
and then slammed the cup down upon the bar.  "Let's go, then.
I want you to remember one thing, though, Jeremy."
   "What's that?" I asked, rising from the stool.
   "I get to give you a total body scrub-down, too," she
giggled, her eyes flashing with lust and desire.
   "Sounds good to me," I returned, grasping her hand with
my own and literally dragging her off toward our suite.


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