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"Is this chicken, what I have, or is this fish?" Lindsay
asked to no one inparticular here at the dinner table on this
cool and breezy Thursday evening. Once she had the attention
of everyone present, Lindsay continued, "I think it's tuna.
But the can it came in says chicken. _Chicken of the Sea_."
Nearly all of the ladies seated at the dinner table -
Kristanna, Devon, Pamela and Amy - looked at Lindsay with
wide eyes, or simply had to hold back a barrage of laughter.
Lindsay, in turn, offered everyone a quizzical expression.
"I thought you said you worked at a supermarket?" Devon
confirmed, giggling, as she glared at Lindsay.
"I do," the 18-year-old responded. "I have worked at
[supermarket name] in Ohio for a few years now. Cosmetics."
Trying to keep a straight face, I explained to Lindsay,
"Sweetheart, it says _Chicken of the Sea_ because that is
the brand name. It is one of the largest seafood canneries
in the world. But I assure you that it is fish - tuna.
_Chicken of the Sea_ cans only fish... not chicken."
"Are you sure? I mean... why does it say chicken, then?"
Amy laughed at Lindsay. "Do you really think that could
be chicken you have? Do chicken swim in the sea?"
Lindsay suddenly looked very tentative. "Well... I have
never HEARD of a chicken that can swim. But that doesn't
mean there are no chicken in the sea. I really don't know."
"OH MY GOD..." Kristanna huffed in amazement, as Devon
and Amy broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter. Pamela
simply stared at Lindsay, the look on her face suggesting
that she had never been witness to a more ignorant remark
from someone in her whole, entire life.
"What's so funny?" Lindsay whined, now a bit upset with
the collective reaction. "I just asked a question!"
"It says _Chicken of the Sea_ because that is the brand
name," I reiterated, thinking to myself that Lindsay's naive
comment could be forgiven because she was so incredibly hot
and beautiful. "I have no idea why the company chose that
name, sweetheart. But I assure you that it is fish."
"Oh, okay," Lindsay finally relented, as the trio of
Kristanna, Devon and Amy continued to snicker and laugh.
"This is really confusing to me for some reason. I think I
will stick to _Starkist_ canned fish from now on."
And with that, the roof came crashing down with laughter.
"What?" Lindsay screeched, glancing at her counterparts
here at the table with a look of anger and disdain.
Amy, who was seated next to Lindsay, leaned over and
embraced her with both arms from the side. "It's okay,
baby," she said, unable to control her laughter. "I think
you are priceless! I will always remember my 30th birthday
because of the things you have just said!"
As Kristanna and Devon continued to snicker and laugh,
Lindsay glanced at Amy and then became agitated. She tossed
her napkin down onto the table and stood up, then placed her
hands upon her hips and eyed everyone intently. "If you all
want to make fun of me, I'll just skip dinner!" With that,
the fertile-minded blonde turned and stormed off.
"Lindsay! Wait!" Devon called out.
"We're sorry!" Amy, though still laughing, hollered.
"It's Amy's birthday party!" Kristanna reminded Lindsay,
who had vanished into the adjacent front room. "Don't go!"
Feeling as if Lindsay was long gone by now, Amy turned
back around and glanced at everyone at the dinner table. "I
never thought that Lindsay could be that stupid! Everyone
knows that _Chicken of the Sea_ is a giant seafood retailer."
Devon laughed. "But Lindsay wondered if chicken could be
found swimming in the sea, remember?"
"That was something I will never forget," Pamela mused.
"Let's have buffalo wings and chicken fingers tomorrow
night for dinner!" Kristanna suggested. "I wonder what she
would have to think about either of them?"
Amy imitated a possible reaction of Lindsay by saying in
a sweet, innocent tone, "I didn't know that buffaloes had
wings. They can FLY?" Amy broke out into an absolute rage
of laughter once again. "How can someone be so STUPID?"
I felt as if Lindsay's ignorant (meaning, _un-informed_)
comment about the _Chicken of the Sea_ brand name was funny
at first, although I was able to conceal my laughter. Now,
however, I did not feel that way any longer. I did not like
the fact that the others - in an effort spearheaded by Amy -
were cracking jokes about Lindsay and calling her _stupid_.
Actually, Amy was the only one saying that she was _stupid_.
"Where are you going?" Kristanna asked me, as I stood up
from the table and glanced toward the adjacent front room.
"If you ladies would excuse me for a bit," I told them,
"I have something that I must take care of. I'll be back."
I exited the formal dining room, although Kristanna and Amy
were calling for me to come back and re-join them.
Ignoring their pleas for now, I checked all corners of
the spacious front room, but was unable to find Lindsay.
Wanting to locate her, I ventured off for the below-ground
recreation room. With all the arcade and pinball machines,
and video game systems found there, the recreation room was
a favorite hang-out spot for Lindsay. I figured that she
may have went there to take a temporary refuge from the
others and their wisecracking laughs. Unfortunately, I did
not find Lindsay in the recreation room, either.
I did know where else to look. Lindsay could have been
anywhere in this 60,000-square-foot mansion of mine. Then,
I remembered the voyeur room. It would give me her exact
location without having to search every nook and cranny of
the estate. Thus, off to the voyeur room I went.
Lindsay was obviously upset because of how the others had
treated her at the dinner table. Otherwise, she would not
have stormed off even before our meal began. Plus, today
was Amy's 30th birthday - and that dinner was going to the
start of her party. The only way that Lindsay would walk
out on Amy's birthday party, I thought to myself, was if she
was horribly angry. I wanted to find Lindsay, and calm her.
Although, in a way, I could look past Lindsay questioning
the ingredients of _Chicken of the Sea_, the same could not
be said for her speculation about chicken possibly being
able to _swim_ in the sea. I admit that it certainly was not
the brightest or most well-informed comment that a person
could make. At the same time, though, Lindsay should not
have been subjected to the snide laughs and barbs from the
other ladies. In my book, at least, it was just plain wrong
for Amy to call Lindsay stupid. That was rude, and crass -
no matter whether it was justified or not.
* * *
"Oh my God..." I muttered perhaps three or four minutes
later, as I strolled into the voyeur room and immediately
found Lindsay's whereabouts. On surveillance monitor 37-A,
the little sweetheart was seated against the wall in the
guest room corridor, with her knees up and arms secured
tightly around them. What shocked me, however - and maybe
even scared me - was that Trish was kneeling beside Lindsay.
The two, it seemed, were having a discussion. Was Trish
trying to hook up with Lindsay again? I sure hope not...
"I can't believe that everyone laughed at me like that!"
Lindsay whined, pleading her case to Trish, as I flipped the
audio switch on for the corridor. I transferred the video
from monitor 37-A, which was small and located in the high
corner of the panel, to the big screen just in front of me.
"Everyone laughed at you?" Trish asked.
Lindsay sniffed her nose and answered, "Well, I can't say
that it was EVERYONE. Jeremy didn't laugh. Neither did
Pamela. But Amy was laughing. So was Kristanna and Devon."
"It's not in Jeremy and Pamela's characters to laugh or
poke fun at someone else like that," Trish remarked. "I
think it was perfectly alright for you to say what you did.
_Chicken of the Sea_ is kind of misleading if you don't know
what the product is. It could be chicken, you know. Or it
could be something from the sea. It's one or the other. If
you've never had it before, it's perfectly okay to wonder
exactly what it is. They should not have laughed at you."
"I also said something really, really stupid..."
"What was that?" Trish inquired.
"I wondered if there were chicken that could actually swim
in the sea." Trish's eyes went wide with total astonishment
as Lindsay fretted, "Oh... that was the dumbest thing I have
ever said! But they laughed at me for it, too! It made me
feel so worthless... like I was brainless."
"We all say silly things at one point or another," Trish
mused, her voice calm and serene. "Jeremy and Pamela... I
bet neither of them laughed when you said that, either."
"Pamela looked at me like I was some sort of idiot," she
responded. "But Jeremy looked at me like he always does.
Outside of having sex, Jeremy doesn't show much emotion."
"I bet Jeremy is mad at Kristanna, Devon and Amy because
they made fun of you," Trish speculated. "He doesn't seem
to be the type who would tolerate that sort of thing."
Lindsay sighed and shook her head. "This is really bad.
I'm hungry. I haven't eaten a thing since breakfast this
morning. But I can't show my face to the others again. Not
tonight, at least. What am I going to do? I'll starve..."
Trish eyed Lindsay for several seconds, then puckered her
lips together for an instant before saying, "I'll go off to
the kitchen and get you a dinner plate, or a snack, and
bring it to you. You can eat it in your room, or wherever.
That way, you would not have to see the others."
"I thought you were sick, though," Lindsay countered.
"Jeremy said you were skipping the birthday party because
you have a bad case of the flu."
Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I feel better now. I was
feeling pretty bad earlier, but I feel better now. Jeremy
gave me some medication, and the flu cleared right up."
Obviously, that was a minor lie on Trish's part. She was
never sick in the first place. I agreed to allow her to
skip Amy's birthday party as long as she played _sick_.
Trish wanted nothing to do with the party because, in her
own words, she did not want to subject herself to seeing
Lindsay. But Trish was talking to her now...
"You would really bring me a dinner plate?" Lindsay asked,
perhaps a bit surprised at Trish's generosity.
Trish shrugged her shoulders once again. "You said you
were hungry. But you don't want to run the risk of seeing
the others again tonight. So I'll go to the kitchen and get
you something to eat. Why wouldn't I?"
Lindsay frowned. "I was pretty rough on you yesterday,
with what I said at the horse stables."
"This has nothing to do with yesterday, or what has been
said between us," Trish informed her. "This is to do with
you being hungry, and needing some food in your stomach."
Lindsay appeared genuinely grateful. "Thank you, Trish."
"What would you like me to get you?"
"How about some orange juice, two pieces of rye bread and
a can of _STARKIST_ tuna?" Lindsay requested. "That way, I
could make myself a tuna sandwich. Don't worry about getting
my plate from the dining room. I don't want it."
* * *
"I got your food," Trish said about five minutes later,
as she knocked on and then opened the door that led to the
guest suite that Lindsay shared with Amy. Trish hesitated
for a moment, then glanced around the empty suite with a
confused expression upon her face. "Lindsay? Where are..."
"I'm in here!" came the 18-year-old's voice.
Trish offered an inquisitive look toward the closed door
of her own private bedroom. She went over to open it, and
found Lindsay resting comfortably upon her old bed - the
same bed where she once slept before moving in with Amy.
"I didn't expect to see you in here," Trish said, as she
entered the suite, carrying a tuna sandwich on a platter and
a tall glass of orange juice in one hand over to Lindsay.
"I always liked this bed," Lindsay mused, squirming about
upon the mattress. "It feels much more comfortable than the
one Amy and I share in the other room." Trish frowned at
those words as Lindsay added, "But Jeremy says that all of
the beds are the same. Strange, huh?"
Trish sat down upon her own bed. "Yeah... I guess so."
Trish did not seem relaxed with her ex-girlfriend in the
same room with her. Of course, the fact that Trish was
still in love with Lindsay had everything to do with it.
Just the mere presence of Lindsay was enough to drive Trish
totally insane. Now, they were alone...
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," Lindsay
said, as she took a bite out of the loaded tuna sandwich.
"I am so hungry, I could eat a cow!" Lindsay took a few
more bites before saying, "Can I ask you a question, Trish?"
"Sure."
"Why do you like me so much?"
Trish glanced over at Lindsay. "What do you mean?"
"Why do you like me so much?" Lindsay repeated. "I mean,
I have never had someone pursue me so very hard and so very
aggressively before. Why do you like me so much?"
Trish appeared antsy and tentative. "I don't think this
is the right thing for us to talk about." Lindsay shook her
head rather vigorously as Trish continued, "You obviously do
not want to have a relationship with me, and I accept that.
There is no need to talk about details."
"But I want to know," Lindsay insisted. "I want to know
what it is about me that you like so much."
Trish shook her head. "We shouldn't be talking this way.
What I say, Lindsay, it could make you feel uncomfortable or
apprehensive. Then you could go to Jeremy, and I'd get into
trouble. Maybe even Stephanie kind of trouble - she was sent
home. I already had a talk with Jeremy about you. He told
me to let go and move on, and that is what I'm gonna do. He
would not like it if we talked about this."
"I just want to know why you like me so much," Lindsay
mused yet again. "Please tell me because I want to know. I
promise that I won't feel uncomfortable or angry about it."
"I don't see the point of talking about this if there is
no future between us. I'm sorry, but I don't."
Myself, I got the distinct impression that Trish did not
want to speak with Lindsay at all. Trish was so obsessed
with Lindsay, but knew that she could not have her as a love
interest in her life. Thus, it actually hurt Trish to have
any type of verbal (or physical) contact with Lindsay.
I also got the sense that Trish was battling her urges as
well. It seemed as if she wanted to pounce on Lindsay and
make mad, passionate love to her. But Trish would never do
that unless Lindsay was a consenting participant. Trish was
not the type of person to force herself on anyone.
Taking a different route, Lindsay placed a hand between
her thighs and twiddled away at herself through the denim
shorts that she wore. The move piqued my interest.
Trish glared at the lewd, suggestive display, slack-jawed.
"What are you doing?"
"Is this what you want?" Lindsay purred, her voice soft
and delicate, as she trailed a pair of fingers upon the
joining of her thighs. "Do you want my pussy, Trish?" My
cock was being pumped full of sudden life as Lindsay added
in a coy tone, "I know this is what you want." She reached
down with her other hand and undid the button of her shorts
and then pulled down its zipper. "Answer my question, and
it is all yours. Tell me why you are so attracted to me,
and I'll let you fuck me. Fuck me... all night long."
"Oh God..." Trish moaned, now trembling.
"Tell me."
Trish was almost set to explode from the range of emotions
that she was now experiencing. Indeed, she wanted to rip
Lindsay limb from limb in a sexual encounter. But I could
tell that a part of her wanted to hold back, and show some
restraint. Would one sexual encounter with Lindsay give
Trish what she truly wanted, which, quite obviously, was a
life-long relationship with this girl? Or would it lead to
a deeper and more unbreakable obsession?
Lindsay patted the mattress beside her and offered Trish
a warm and inviting smile. "Come here and sit down with me."
Trish gulped her throat, but found herself getting up from
her own bed and then settling down beside Lindsay on the one
adjacent to it. "Touch me," Lindsay murmured, grabbing Trish
by the hand and bringing it to one of her smallish breasts.
"Go ahead, Trish. Squeeze it. Hmmmmm... that feels good."
Trish's green eyes were glazed over with absolute lust as
she massaged that taut, B-cup breast through the halter-top
that Lindsay had on. Her insides must have been on fire...
"Tell me why you like me so much," Lindsay pressed. "Tell
me, and then you can kiss me."
"I just think you are so, so precious," Trish murmured,
splaying a series of kisses along Lindsay's face and neck.
"I want to worship every square inch of your body, honey."
Trish was losing her inner battle with the part of her that
wanted to hold back and resist. "I think you're perfect..."
Trish positioned her lips close to Lindsay's ear and gently
blew into it. The teasing, subtle move caused the erstwhile
18-year-old to squirm and fidget about upon the bed.
"Oh wow..." Lindsay moaned in response, smashing her mouth
upon Trish's for a kiss. Groaning, Trish brought Lindsay
into her arms and embraced her tightly. The lovely pair of
blonde divas swapped both their lips and tongues together
between a hot, frenzied, open-mouthed kiss.
Through the halter-top that Lindsay wore, Trish grabbed a
handful of breast and squeezed rather harshly. With her
other hand, the beautiful Canadian reached between Lindsay's
thighs as she spread them apart, and openly massaged their
joining through the pair of sexy, denim cut-offs.
Trish seemed somewhat surprised with the ferocity and
hunger which Lindsay put forth in their mutual kiss. She
had planted her sweet mouth upon Trish's and was seemingly
attempting to devour it. Extremely aroused, Lindsay kissed
Trish with great need and wanting, her tongue slip-sliding
and tasting all the inner recesses of that luscious mouth.
It was not too long before Lindsay reached around Trish's
voluptuous body and then latched onto her ass with both
hands. At the same time, Trish kept her right hand between
Lindsay's slender thighs and continued to openly rub and
massage her pussy through the denim shorts that she had on.
The two ladies were kissing one another so hard that the
breathing between them had become very rough and ragged. It
must have felt wonderful, though, because it seemed as if
Lindsay wanted this to go on forever. However, Trish had to
eventually break the kiss in order to catch her breath.
Always the insatiable one, Lindsay used the opportunity to
attack the 28-year-old's neck with her lips and tongue. She
nuzzled her lips upon Trish's neck, then started to nibble
and bite gently. Soon, Trish was cradling Lindsay's head in
both hands as the little minx continued to lick and caress
her neck. The look upon Trish's face told me that she was
ready to drop everything and ask Lindsay to marry her.
Suddenly, Trish decided to roll her girlfriend underneath
her, and pin her shoulders to the mattress. "This is like
opening a Christmas present!" Trish managed as she lifted
Lindsay's halter-top up, and over her head. Much to Trish's
delight (as well as mine), Lindsay was not wearing a bra.
Seated inside the lush comfort of my voyeur room, I had
my cock out and was busy stroking away as I eavesdropped on
this surprising encounter between Trish and Lindsay with the
help of the surveillance system. Both of them were curled
up together on the big, round bed in Trish's guest suite,
working each other toward what would be a monstrous climax.
Best of all, I had a great seat for the surprising action!
What made it surprising, of course, was the simple fact
that Lindsay - for all intents and purposes - had shot down
Trish for what seemed like the final time yesterday at the
horse stables. Lindsay gave Trish the impression that she
did not even want to be friends with her anymore.
Now, a mere one day later, Lindsay had coerced Trish into
a sexual encounter. What baffled me more than anything else,
though, was her alleged reason for doing so. Lindsay agreed
to have sex in exchange for Trish telling her why she was so
attracted to her. If there was no future between them, what
did it matter? Why did Lindsay want to know? Needless to
say, it made no sense. I did not understand the logic.
"Such small, little-girl breasts," Trish murmured, taking
them into her hands and groping away. "Your breasts are so
tiny and delicate. But they look absolutely great on you!"
She kissed each of Lindsay's rigid nipples and added, "I
love you just the way you are! I never want you to change a
thing about yourself, honey. You're perfect!"
Trish moved back a bit, then leaned over and kissed the
blonde's flat stomach and midriff. She trailed her tongue
upward, between what there was of her lovely cleavage, then
attached her lips to a nipple and began sucking away.
Trish now had one hand resting on Lindsay's denim-clad
ass while the other caressed her inner thigh. Lindsay
returned the favor by extending a single finger and gently
sliding it over and across the back of Trish's neck.
Her body shivered in response as Lindsay's finger and its
sharp, pink nail tickled and teased the back of her neck.
Nevertheless, Trish continued to suck and slurp away upon
that nipple, keeping it trapped within her lips and mouth.
"Fuck me with your dildo," Lindsay suddenly demanded.
"Just like you used to. And do it now."
Trish withdrew her head from Lindsay's breasts and smiled
down at her. "Wow. I try a little foreplay with you, but
you want to get right to the good stuff." Trish leaned down
and kissed her square on the lips. "Anything for you, baby.
I'll do anything to make you happy. Always remember that."
Trish reached for Lindsay's denim shorts and slid the
tight-as-a-glove garment down her slender hips and thighs.
Without a G-string or any panties on underneath, Lindsay's
now-nude body writhed and squirmed in pure anticipation for
what Trish had in mind for her.
"Fuck me with Mr. Happy," Lindsay instructed her.
As she sat on the bed, Trish leaned over and opened the
drawer to the nearby nightstand. She placed her hand inside
and without even looking, found the tool of pleasure. "Just
so you know, Lindsay, Mr. Happy is not a dildo. He is a
vibrator, or more specifically, a magic wand." Trish grinned
and added, "I've had this thing since I was 16."
"Please fuck me with it," Lindsay begged.
"I will," Trish promised. "But first, will let you do
what I love doing more than anything else? I'll fuck you
with it, honey. But first I want to lick that sweet pussy."
Lindsay nodded her head as Trish dove face-first between
her outstretched thighs and went to work. Her knees high
and feet flat on the bed, Lindsay writhed around beneath
Trish as she tongued and licked her moist, damp slit.
Eventually, Trish moved a finger between Lindsay's lithe
thighs and eased it into the damp folds of her pussy.
Lindsay moaned and her body tensed in arousal, then Trish
began to thrust the finger in-and-out of her a very quick,
furious rate of speed. All the while, she continued to
lick and swipe away at the little hellcat's heated slit.
Soon, Trish withdrew her finger and decided to focus all
of her efforts into pleasing Lindsay with just her lips and
tongue. Obviously, Trish thought Lindsay had a delicious
pussy. She worked it over, and paid special attention to
her little clitoris. The Canadian brushed her lower lip
across it, which caused Lindsay to groan out in response.
Once Lindsay's body started to buck and vibrate beneath
her, Trish knew that she was close to an orgasm. She could
have went overboard with an oral frenzy, but knew that a
promise had been made - and it was now time to fulfill it.
Trish took the magical vibrator into her hand and then
guided its buzzing head between the damp folds of Lindsay's
pussy. She immediately screamed out in utter passion and
then began to churn and squirm about upon the mattress some
more. Trish smiled as she then positioned the vibrating tip
of the magic wand upon Lindsay's engorged clitoris.
"OH FUCK YES!" Lindsay screamed as her hips contracted.
"OH FUCK! FUCK ME WITH IT! HMMMMM YEAH! YESSSSS! FUCK
ME WITH IT! OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
Trish continued smiling as she moved her face in for
another delicious taste. She licked away at Lindsay's pussy
while the vibrator continued to stimulate her clitoris.
Once Trish inserted a finger into the mix, Lindsay lost
control of herself. In more ways than one.
"DON'T YOU STOP FUCKING ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER!
OH GOD, _AMY_... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Amy?
Inside the voyeur room, I suddenly lost my erection as
Trish jerked herself away from Lindsay as if she had just
been burned. Trish, as you may imagine, looked like her
heart had just been ripped from her chest.
"Amy?" she murmured, her voice timid and weak. "Did...
did you just call out Amy's name? When _I_ was having sex
with you? No. You d-didn't. You co-couldn't have..."
Lindsay, who grabbed Mr. Happy and placed its buzzing tip
back upon her own pussy, offered Trish an agitated glare.
"Oh... it was an honest mistake!" Breathing heavily, she
demanded, "Come on and finish fucking me... I'm so close to
an orgasm! Don't stop when I'm so close!"
"An honest mistake?" Trish countered, curling both arms
across her front and shivering. Tears began to cascade down
her face. "You... you screamed out Amy's name when I was
having sex with you. You were thinking of Amy... not me!"
Suddenly, Lindsay's expression turned bitter. "Get back
here and fuck me with this thing," was her demand. "Else,
you'll never touch me again. I'll just go to Jeremy and
tell him that you're harassing me. He knows that you are
more than capable of that." Lindsay smiled and nodded her
head in a wicked manner. "Better yet, I will tell him that
you RAPED me. He will ship your sorry ass out of here!"
Trish was flabbergasted. "Raped you? You seduced me..."
"Who will Jeremy believe?" Lindsay snarled. "You or me?
My word against yours? You already told him that you are
obsessed with me. I overheard you talking to him at the
horse stables yesterday." Lindsay had eavesdropped on us?
"People who are obsessed can do some criminal things.
Jeremy will have NO CHOICE but to believe me!"
Those words sent a dagger through Trish's very soul. Now
crying uncontrollably, she spat out, "I love you, Lindsay!
HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY SAY THAT TO JEREMY ABOUT ME?"
Lindsay laughed and told her, "I don't care about you.
I don't love you. I never loved you and I will NEVER love
you. I don't care about anyone here except Amy!"
"You b-bitch!" Trish roared. "Jeremy won't believe you!"
"I never wanted to have sex with you in the first place,"
Lindsay told her. "Jeremy knows that. Why would I agree to
it one day after rejecting you AGAIN? You've been SET UP!"
"N-No!..." Trish sobbed.
"Each time you fucked me, I pretended it was Amy," the
18-year-old added. "I never fucked you, Trish. All the
times I have been with you, I was fucking Amy. Not you."
Trish clutched her own stomach and fell over upon the
bed, then curled up on her side. After her crying fit had
reached its apex, Lindsay shook her head in a thoughtless
manner and added, "Go ahead and plead your case to Jeremy.
It will be the pathetic ramblings of a rapist!"
"HE'LL NEVER BELIEVE YOU!" Trish exploded, glaring at her
former girlfriend through an absolute sheen of hatred.
"Oh really?" Lindsay countered, laughing. "Do you really
think that Jeremy will believe you over me? You're a damn
psychopath, Trish! All you ever do is follow me around like
a puppy and say how much you love me. You are obsessed! I
am telling Jeremy that you cornered me here in your room,
and RAPED ME! He will NEVER believe you over me!"
With a wild grunt, Trish sprung up from the bed and then
shoved her own stack of musical CDs - perhaps 20 or 25 of
them - completely off of the nearby table. Still crying,
she then ran out of the suite like a bolt of lightning.
"Damn bitch," Lindsay murmured, shaking her head. She
then reached between her thighs and began stimulating
herself with the magic wand. "Trish and Stephanie down.
Devon and Pamela to go." Lindsay nodded her head in an
evil manner and said with conviction, "Don't worry, Amy.
By process of elimination, that $500,000 will be OURS..."
My eyes wide, I suddenly realized something. Lindsay
was intentionally trying to get Trish evicted from the
island in order to increase her chances at attaining the
$500,000 grand prize at the end of August!
All of the women had been promised $100,000 for spending
ten weeks here, of course. But one of them, they were told,
would receive $500,000. Was that Lindsay's motivation for
seducing Trish into having sex with her, only to then accuse
her of rape? Was she trying to eliminate the competition?
And if so, was Amy in on the plot too?
<<<- End of Chapter 19 ->>>
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