"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 15 

   My breathing was rather ragged and my eyes were about set
to explode as I sat in the voyeur room, my whole universe
confined to a single monitor in front of me.  In one of the
guest bedrooms, I watched Lindsay and Amy get ready for what
promised to be a rip-roaring sexual encounter.
   Amy had already instructed the little blonde to strip all
the way down until she was wearing nothing more than her
mini-skirt.  Lindsay had done just that, and also followed
Amy's order that she drop to her knees upon the floor.  In
addition, the 18-year-old from Cincinnati had both hands
behind her head, her fingers locked together, as she looked
up at Amy with an apprehensive, yet eager expression.
   "What are you going to do to me?" Lindsay asked in a
quiet tone, sounding like a timid, willing submissive.  I
recalled a scorching, red-hot encounter between these two
ladies from just days ago where they wound up pulverizing
each other into bondage and submission.  With any luck,
this upcoming encounter would be just as memorable.
   Amy hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "You
and I are going to have a lot of fun today."
   Lindsay moaned and unlinked her fingers, and moved one
hand downward - between her thighs.  She started fingering
her pussy until Amy struck the desktop with an open hand and
snapped at her, "Get your hands up, behind your head!  You
can only move them when I say so!"
   "Yes, I'm sorry..." Lindsay said, falling more and more
into the role of Amy's submissive.  She linked both hands
together behind her head once again, and looked up at her
insatiable lover with apprehension and lust in her eyes.
   Amy grinned and reached down, trailing a fingertip across
one of Lindsay's luscious, taut breasts, as well as its
nipple.  "I'm going to turn you into my personal slut."
   "What?" Lindsay asked, her eyebrows raised.
   "You heard me."
   "What do you mean?"
   "I've been both dominant and submissive in my life," Amy
told her.  "I can play both roles really well.  But you,
Lindsay... you're going to be my submissive.  My own slut."
   "Oh God..." Lindsay trembled in both desire and fear.

   Inside my voyeur room, I took a deep breath and shook my
head in response to what was transpiring before me on the
surveillance monitor.  Amy was the ultimate slut herself,
and now she wanted to guide her young, naive girlfriend down
that same path in life.  Was Lindsay prepared for it?

   Wearing nothing more than a sexy bra and G-string set
herself, Amy sashayed over to the nearby dresser-drawer and
retrieved a (full) duffel bag from inside.  She then went
back to Lindsay with an evil grin upon her face, and set
the bag down, upon the floor.  It was her bag-of-toys.
   "Any submissive worth her salt," the red-head explained,
"should be bound and restrained."
   "Oh God..." Lindsay murmured once again, as Amy reached
into the bag and pulled out a red silk scarf.
   "Put your hands behind your back," the vixen demanded,
and Lindsay immediately complied.  An instant later, the
little minx was squirming about as Amy, with the help of
the silk scarf, triple-knotted her wrists together.  "Try
and break free," she then said, but it was no use.  Lindsay
did her best, but the bond could not be severed.
   "Excellent," Amy observed, that evil grin still upon her
lovely face.  She took a moment to admire Lindsay - as I
did - in her bound form.  Wearing just a little miniskirt as
she stood upon her knees, Lindsay's small breasts shimmied
and shook about as she continued to struggle with her bonds.
   "This is too hot..." Lindsay breathed gently.
   "You can talk when I say you can talk," Amy admonished
her, holding a finger up.  "Keep that mouth shut, slut, or
I'll be forced to gag you."
   Lindsay's eyes were wide once again, but she nodded her
head in acceptance (and did not utter a sound).
   "I think I'll gag you anyway," Amy said, grinning like a
kid in a candy store.  "I don't want to take the chance of
you talking without permission again."  Amy reached into the
bag and pulled out a short but incredibly thick dildo, with
a small black strap attached to it.
   "This is a penis gag, and it will keep you quiet," she
explained to Lindsay, who looked at the tool in amazement.
A moment later, Amy inserted the dildo into the teen-ager's
mouth - completely engulfing it.  Then, she snapped and
secured the black strap into place around Lindsay's neck.
   "Try to talk," Amy told her, but it was no use.  The huge
penis gag dwarfed most any noise Lindsay tried to make.
All that could be heard was some low, garbled mumbles.
   "Suck that gag like it's a real cock," Amy told her, to
which Lindsay began to take on the form of a baby nuzzling
a pacifier in her mouth.  She sucked on the penis gag, her
eyes trained intently upon Amy's beautiful face.
   "What's a true submissive without a collar?" Amy grinned,
as she reached into the bag and pulled out a leather choker.
Lindsay closed her eyes and sighed inwardly as Amy wrapped
the collar around her neck, then buckled it into place.
   I noticed that the collar had _SLUT_ engraved on it -
directly across the front of Lindsay's slender neck.
   Amy took a step back and marveled at her work thus far.
She was obviously very proud of herself.  But at the same
time, I figured that she was not quite finished yet.
   "You see this little ring on the side of your collar?"
Amy asked, cradling the piece of metal around her finger.
"This is where your leash will go... for when I want to
take you out - for a walk."  Lindsay's eyes grew even
larger as Amy snickered in her own triumph.  The red-head
then retrieved a metal chain from her bag, and clipped it
to the leather collar.  "Just like that!"
   She gave the _leash_ a little tug, which made Lindsay
squirm about some more.  Next, Amy leaned over and gave the
blonde a swift, open-handed slap upon her tight, little ass.
"Do you like being my little slave slut?"
   Unable to speak - and barely able to get a sound out at
all - Lindsay looked at Amy with looming eyes and nodded
her head in response.  The nymphomaniac smiled, liking this.
   "Slutsay," Amy proclaimed.  "That can be your name for
when you and I play our Mistress/sub games.  Slutsay."
Grinning at her lover's shocked reaction, Amy knelt down and
gently blew into Lindsay's ear.  The subtle move made the
young woman's taut, firm body flinch all over.  "I'm only
going to call you Slutsay because that is what you really
are.  You ARE a slut, aren't you... Slutsay?"

   As the young woman nodded her head in agreement, I was in
the process of bringing myself closer and closer to a huge
eruption.  I had been stroking my cock from the very moment
Amy went into full degradation mode.  She had me so excited!
   I could not believe what Amy was doing to Lindsay, the
sweet-as-a-peach Catholic girl who seemed so incredibly
humble and shy.  Well, over these two weeks, Lindsay was
really starting to come out of that life-long shell.  Not
only had she lost her virginity here on the island, but
Lindsay was becoming more bold and provocative in both her
words and actions.  Still, allowing herself to be placed
into bondage and then being spoken down to in such a harsh
manner seemed vastly out of character for Lindsay.
   All of this was new to me.  The bondage lifestyle was
something I had a curiosity in, but not truly a bona-fide
interest to someday experience myself.  Sure, I would like
to dabble and experiment in it - perhaps.  But it would
never be an everyday lifestyle for me.  Still, it excited me
to sit back and watch these two ladies do their thing.

   "Oh, we're not finished yet," the hellcat proclaimed,
reaching into that bag-of-toys once again.  This time, Amy
pulled out a steel bar which had what appeared to be thick
handcuffs attached to either end.  "This is a spreader bar,"
she explained to Lindsay, kneeling down and attaching the
metal cuffs to each of her ankles.  "It will keep your legs
spread apart for me - at all times."
   I sensed a whimper from Lindsay as she glared at Amy,
her eyes watery and full of erotic desperation.  Lindsay
was more anxious right now than ever before.  I could tell.
   Still pumping my cock toward what promised to be a
monumental explosion, I shook my head in response as Amy
grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and helped her to her
feet.  Amy planted a kiss on her lover's face while groping
her ass with her right hand, before guiding Lindsay over to
the bed and forcing her to stand in front of it.
   "Lean over the bed," Amy told her.  "Bend at your waist,
and put the side of your face on the mattress."
   My cock exploded like a firecracker once Lindsay did as
instructed, her little miniskirt riding higher and higher
as she bent completely over at the waist.  Lindsay then
placed the side of her face upon the gentle mattress, and
offered the penis gag a series of hard, unrelenting sucks
as she turned to look up at Amy with those teary eyes.
   Although my hand and wrist were drenched with sperm, I
grabbed ahold of my deflated cock and began stroking it once
again.  Thanks to Amy, I knew I would have another bulging
erection in just a matter of moments - if not seconds.
   I shook my head at the sight of Lindsay, all bent over,
wearing nothing but that little miniskirt.  I could see that
the little angel was not wearing any panties, either - her
sweet pussy lips were clearly visible as she was bent over
in a most obscene (but truly wonderful) manner.
   Amy reached into that ominous bag once again, and this
time pulled a relatively small, thin dildo.  That is what
it looked like, at least.  What confused me about it was a
rubber pump and accompanying tube attached to the end of it.
What in the world were those used for?
   "This is a butt-plug," Amy explained, which made both
mine and Lindsay's eyes grow wide with wanderlust.  "As
you can see, it's not all that big.  Not yet... anyway."
   Renewed life could be found within my shaft as Amy moved
Lindsay's miniskirt upwards, bunching it together at her
waist.  I sensed another whimper from the young woman as
Amy then pressed the thin side of the plug upon her anus.
   "It's already been well lubed-up," the red-head said.
"So you have nothing to worry about on that end."
   Lindsay closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as Amy
then inserted the butt-plug into her rectum.  I am certain
that absolute pleasure was coursing throughout her entire
body once all four or five inches of the nasty, crude object
were within her little, puckered anus.  All I needed to do
to confirm those feelings was to watch Lindsay's reaction.
She was being driven INSANE with utter pleasure...
   "This is a special butt-plug, though," Amy said with a
wicked grin.  "A VERY special butt-plug!"  Holding that
rubber pump in her hand, she flashed it in front of her
girlfriend's face and said, "You see this?"
   Her eyes racked with tears, Lindsay nodded her head.
   Amy then gave the pump a squeeze, which despite the penis
gag in her mouth, caused Lindsay to ROAR out with a scream.
I was confused as to what had happened for a moment, but then
got the idea as Amy gave the pump a second squeeze, which
resulted in another deafening scream from Lindsay.
   "This is an inflatable butt-plug," Amy said, offering a
third squeeze, as she grinned in total arousal.  "It grows
to twice its length, and four times its girth... as long as
I keep pumping away at it."  Amy laughed as Lindsay roared
out yet again, directly after a fourth squeeze.  "I'm only
about halfway to its maximum size," she added, which caused
Lindsay's eyes to nearly explode in a passionate rage.
   "Would you like me to continue, honey?" Amy asked, to
which she received a feverish nod of the head in response.
"Ohhhhh... I knew you would.  You're going to be a good
little slut for me, aren't you?  OH YES you are!"
   Amy continued smiling for several seconds, but then
placed the rubber pump upon the bed.  Her next move was to
reach into that duffel bag once more, and pull out a thick
wooden paddle.  I KNEW what that was for...
   "You need a spanking," the Dominatrix proclaimed.  "You
need a spanking... REALLY BAD.  I think you'll like it too,
especially with that butt-plug shoved clear up your ass."
   Lindsay's body trembled with absolute desire and her face
rocked from side-to-side as Amy brought the wooden paddle
down hard upon her upturned ass.  Amy giggled and snickered
in response, then offered her bound lover a series of swift,
stinging blows with the paddle.
   My cock was hard and raging (again) as I watched the
supple, tight flesh of Lindsay's backside quickly turn a
crimson red.  Amy continued to blast her with the paddle,
though, not slowing down in the slightest.  It seemed as
if Lindsay's body, just by gauging her excited reaction,
could spontaneously combust at any given moment.  She was
THAT turned on... THAT excited.
   Amy reached for the rubber pump with her free hand and
without any warning, gave it another squeeze.  Lindsay
again roared out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, while
now banging her forehead upon the mattress.  Amy giggled to
herself and put the pump back down, and then continued forth
with the torrid, cruel paddle-spanking.
   My eyes grew wide with my own lust as I took a close look
at the 18-year-old's ass.  With the inflatable butt-plug
deeply submerged within it, Lindsay's rectum was wide and
enlarged.  The butt-plug was acting like a balloon and each
time Amy squeezed the pump, it grew even larger.
   "Do you like that?" Amy asked, full of passion herself,
as she dropped the paddle and glared down intently at her.
   Lindsay was breathing rapidly through her nose and seemed
ready to explode, but she managed to slowly nod her head in
response.  That, of course, caused Amy to smile.
   "Of course you like it," the nymphomaniac proclaimed.
"But I know something that you'll like EVEN MORE."
   "Oh my God..." I muttered outloud, as Amy retrieved yet
another item from that bag - a massive strap-on dildo.
   Lindsay looked back and moaned in anticipation upon the
thick gag, before turning her head and closing her eyes.
Amy used this brief time to secure the strap-on around
her waist, then grasp the massive dildo with her hand.
   The fiendish 29-year-old stepped forward, but then
suddenly grabbed the rubber pump and gave it two quick
squeezes.  This caused Lindsay to scream out against the
penis gag in her mouth.  Her legs went out too, and now
Lindsay was on her knees as she was bent over the bed.
   Amy hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and said,
"So you don't want me to fuck you standing up, huh?  Just
as well... I'll do you doggie-style.  You ARE a bitch..."
   Amy dropped to her own knees and wasted absolutely no
time whatsoever as she plunged the enormous dong into the
eager, zealous Lindsay.  Her hands, which were still
bound together behind her back, flailed and trembled in
response as Amy then began to thrust away at her pussy.
   "Oh yeah!" the hellcat exclaimed, her curvaceous body
already a blur as she viciously pounded and thumped away at
her younger girlfriend.  Lindsay again screamed upon her
gag, and then Amy gave that pump one final squeeze.
   "OH YEAH!" Amy screamed herself, beginning to slap and
swat Lindsay's ass with both hands as the little vixen
roared out in response.  "HOW'S THAT ASS FEEL NOW?"  Amy
laughed in her own jubilation as she continued to blast
Lindsay's pussy with the massive dildo, while also
peppering her upturned ass with heavy-handed, cruel slaps.

   As the action between them reached its fever pitch, I
again came all over myself.  My cock just erupted like a
volcano - and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

   Just seeing the lovely and charming Lindsay in her
current predicament would be enough to get most men going.
On her hands and knees, perched over the bed, Lindsay was
in total bondage.  Her wrists were securely bound together
behind her back - by way of a triple-knotted silk scarf.
The blonde's squealy mouth was stuffed full with a penis
gag, which had an accompanying strap (tied around the back
of her neck) to hold the crude, obscene instrument in place.
   Her ankles were a good 18 inches apart too, solely
thanks to a steel spreader bar.  Of course, I would be
remiss if I failed to mention the leather collar around
her neck, and the chain _leash_ that was attached to it.
   The thing which stood out the most, though, was that
inflatable butt-plug imbedded deep within her bowels.
   Lindsay's puckered anus was wide and bulging due to the
unyielding butt-plug, which was inflated to its maximum size
within her.  Her sweet, little ass had never been stretched
this far - obviously - and the searing pressure and erotic
feelings it created within her must have been multiplied
ten-fold with the hard drilling her hot, swollen pussy was
currently in the process of receiving.
   Amy screamed out in her own arousal as she also continued
to swat and blast Lindsay's sweet ass with her open hands.
She then latched onto her hips with both hands, and began to
focus all of her efforts and attention into hammering that
precious pussy into absolute, total oblivion.
   "CUM FOR ME, SLUTSAY!" Amy demanded, her eyes ablaze.
"CUM FOR ME!  NOW SLUTSAY!  NOW, DAMNIT!  _NOW_!"
   The teen-ager did as she was told, and what ensued was
obviously the hardest, fiercest orgasm of her entire life.
Lindsay had NEVER been through something quite like this.
It showed in her reaction, too, as the vivacious angel
shuddered about in pure lust while also screaming against
her unforgiving gag.  Her orgasm lasted for several seconds,
and it was VERY intense.  Amy, of course, continued to drill
her with that enormous dildo...

   When it was over, Lindsay collapsed and slipped down to
the floor.  For a moment, I was concerned about her safety.
She was not moving at all.  Did Lindsay pass out?
   However, when I saw her curl her neck, I figured she was
okay.  With the massive strap-on dildo still buried in her
pussy, Amy reached forward and undid the buckle which held
Lindsay's penis gag in place.  Lindsay spit it out and
stretched her jaw for a moment, then moaned in satisfaction.
   Amy's next move was to depress the rubber pump, thus
letting all of the air out of the butt-plug.  It quickly
shriveled up within Lindsay's rectum, and Amy yanked it
out of her.  Lindsay squealed and screeched in response,
but did not move about all that much.
   "I didn't hurt you... did I, Lindsay?" Amy quietly asked,
showing her good side.  This was quite normal for Amy to do -
especially after a hard, violent encounter.
   "No one..." was all her counterpart said in return.
   "What?" Amy countered, leaning down and tenderly kissing
her friend's shoulder.  "What, baby?"
   "No one..." Lindsay breathed.  "No one... no one... has
EVER made me cum so hard - as you just did."
   Amy giggled and turned Lindsay over - onto her back.  With
their lips close, the red-head grinned and told her, "This is
just the beginning, honey.  You and I are going to have a LOT
of fun together from now on."  Amy snickered once more and
added, "I have SO MANY MORE THINGS that I want to show you!"

                           * * *

   The western side of the island included a near-perfect
crescent-shaped beach of white sands that led to azure waters
all framed by graceful palm trees.  Its long curve of sand
was protected by a barrier reef, which made the water ideal
for swimming and snorkeling.  The setting was beautiful, and
it should come as no great surprise that this particular
beach was one of my favorite locations on the whole island.
   Seated around a warm, cackling fire on the west beach as
twilight approached on this Monday evening, all seven of the
ladies and I were finishing up a grill-out dinner which
consisted of skinless bratwursts and mettwursts, regular hot
dogs, boneless rib eye steaks and sockeye salmon fillets.
   The sky was a dazzling, tropical shade of orange, with
thin clouds scattered here-and-there, as the sun slowly but
surely made its descent into the horizon.  The sound of
waves gently crashing onto the shore was so tranquil and
relaxing that one could easily fall asleep here.
   Most of the ladies were dressed in light attire, such as
denim shorts and bikini tops, but some (Lindsay and Amy, to
be precise) had stripped off all of their clothing and
enjoyed the cook-out dinner the way God had intended.
   Everyone was laughing and having a good time as we sunk
our teeth into the scrumptious meal.  Everyone, that is,
with the possible exception of Trish.  Perhaps I was wrong,
but I got the impression that Trish sensed that Lindsay was
slipping away from her.  Trish seemed deflated, depressed
and very subdued, and did not say much of anything while
everyone else chatted up a storm.  She was well aware of all
the time her precious Lindsay had spent with Amy as of late.
She also knew of the nasty things they had done together...
   It seemed criminal to me that a woman who was not only as
beautiful as Trish, but also so sweet and warm-hearted, was
feeling down in the dumps.  Trish possessed lavish, sleek
legs and large, firm breasts, which were accentuated even
more by her otherwise trim, athletic figure.  She had blonde
hair that was long and flowing, big green eyes and a very
pretty, elegant face.  I wished that Trish was happy...
   Suffice it to say, I felt sorry for Trish.  But was there
anything that I could do?  Certainly, I could not go up to
Lindsay and demand that she stop spending so much time with
Amy, and focus all of her attention upon Trish.  Lindsay and
Amy came from the same area (Cincinnati) and had a few things
in common - most notably, a love for physical, harsh sex.
They also enjoyed horseback riding and playing video games.
   Everyone on the island was well aware of the fact that
Trish was in love with Lindsay, and wanted to devote her
entire life to her.  Trish was at the point in her life - at
the age of 28 - where she wanted to settle down and enter
into a life-long relationship and commitment.  Unfortunately,
the same could not be said for Lindsay.  It appeared as if
she wanted to experiment and enjoy her sex to the fullest,
without any real emotional attachment involved.
   Lindsay may have been young and naive, but she had a
pretty good idea as to the extent of Trish's feelings.
Perhaps that was a reason why she opted to give Trish the
cold shoulder during our grill-out dinner at the beach.
Lindsay did not even offer Trish a single look during the
entire two hour picnic.  That was disheartening.
   Thus, Trish was continually subjected to the sight of the
love of her life - Lindsay - laughing and hamming it up with
Amy.  I have been in that position before - as many people
have - and I can attest that it is not a very good feeling.
It must have tore Trish apart inside to witness Lindsay be
so happy and jovial with Amy, as well as the rest of us at
the beach, while at the same time, completely and totally
shutting her out.  Several times, it appeared as if Trish
was so hurt by this treatment that she was set to cry.
   At one point, Kristanna grabbed Trish by the hand and
guided her toward a secluded corner of the beach.  They were
much too far away for me to listen in on their discussion,
but I could tell by their body language and facial reactions
that Kristanna was doing her best to lend Trish some advice.
I felt like getting up and walking over to them, and joining
the conversation, but held back and stayed put.

   It was pitch-dark outside when the collection of women
finally decided that it was time to go back to the mansion,
and retire for the evening.  Kristanna led everyone, minus
Pamela, on the return walk to the estate.  I frowned as
Stephanie placed an arm around Trish, who simply let out an
agitated sigh in response.  She was feeling miserable, as
Lindsay laughed and squealed while riding Amy piggy-back.
It was obvious that Trish wanted to give Lindsay that ride.
   Pamela (who seemed to have been my shadow all day long
(not that I was complaining, mind you)) stayed with me as I
gathered the paper plates and plastic utensils everyone used
during our dinner meal, and placed them into a trash bag.
   As I was doing so, Pamela approached me from behind and
wrapped her arms around me.  She placed the side of her face
between my shoulder blades and let out a content, peaceful
sigh.  "Isn't that a beautiful sight?" she asked, motioning
toward the rippling ocean, which was drenched in moonlight.
"I could stay out here all night."
   "That can be arranged, sweetheart," I told her, smiling.
"We could put up a tent and sleep out here tonight if you
want.  We don't even need a tent, if you'd prefer.  I could
grab some sleeping bags from the storage shed."
   "We only need one sleeping bag, Jeremy," Pamela told me,
her voice tented with a mixture of suggestive eroticism and
playfulness.  Still embracing me from behind, the luscious
blonde grazed her hand over and across my chest several times
in succession.  "I would also like to make a request of you."
   "And I would like to grant your request," I quickly said.
   Pamela hesitated, then took a deep breath.  When I turned
around to look at her, she finally spoke up.  "I know this
may be a bit early in our relationship, Jeremy, but I would
really like to be your room-mate."  Pamela hesitated again,
but then nodded her head with a renewed air of confidence as
I looked at her, slack-jawed.  "I really want to be with you,
Jeremy.  I want to spend more of my time with you.  I...
I..."  Pamela looked down for a moment before re-focusing
upon me.  "I want to devote my entire life to you."
   "What about Amy?" was my initial reaction.
   "What about her?"
   "Amy is your room-mate," I explained.  "You and Amy seem
to be really close.  You want to leave her for me?  I don't
think Amy would take that news too well... it may hurt her."
   Pamela frowned for a quick instant and retorted, "Amy is
thinking about being room-mates with Lindsay."
   "What?" I asked, caught off-guard.
   "Amy really likes Lindsay, you know, and vice-versa," she
told me.  "Amy was talking about asking you if she could
move in with Lindsay either tonight or tomorrow."
   "What about Trish?"
   Pamela shook her head and shrugged her shoulders at the
same time.  "I don't know.  I know that Trish is crazy in
love with Lindsay.  But I don't think Lindsay likes her all
that much anymore.  Not after what happened earlier."
   My eyes narrowed.  "What happened earlier?"
   "Well, Amy had sex earlier today with Lindsay - again."
Yes, I said to myself - the bondage session.  "Apparently
there were some pretty kinky things involved, and Lindsay
later told Trish how much she enjoyed it.  Trish got on a
soap-box and started telling Lindsay that Amy was a bad
influence for her, and was sending her down a road of no
return.  Trish basically told Lindsay that she was too young
and too naive to understand that Amy was just using her."
   I frowned.  "And Lindsay did not take too well to that?"
   Pamela shook her head once again.  "No, not at all.  I
was reading a book in my room, but they were right outside
in the hallway.  Trish and Lindsay got into an argument.
Really, it was Lindsay.  Trish said that she loved her and
would never do anything bad to her.  She just wanted what
was best for Lindsay.  Lindsay, though, said that she was
sick and tired of Trish telling her what to do, how to act,
how to behave and who to align herself with."
   "I cannot even imagine Lindsay yelling or screaming in a
negative manner," was my response.  "She's an angel..."
   "Lindsay was definitely in a negative mood during that
mini-argument," Pamela insisted.  "That is the reason why
Lindsay acted as if Trish was not even there during dinner.
Did you notice that, Jeremy?  She did not even look at her."
   "Yes, I noticed it," I responded.  "Everyone did."
   "Amy said that she talked with Lindsay before we came
down here for dinner about the possibility of sharing the
same room," Pamela continued.  "Amy said that she did not
have any problem with me as a room-mate.  But she wants to
get Lindsay away from Trish.  Lindsay wants away, too."
   "Trish is such a sweetheart, though," I countered.  "Seems
to me that Trish is being made out to be the bad girl here.
Trish's love may indeed be misguided - Lindsay is too young
and even more importantly, does not feel the same way - but
Trish is a sweetheart.  She is an angel in her own right.  I
hate it that this is hurting her."  I thought things over
for a moment, then shook my head.  "If Lindsay and Amy move
in and share the same room, and you and I do the same thing,
where does that leave Trish?  Who would be her room-mate?"
   "I was thinking maybe it could be Kristanna," Pamela said.
   "No, that won't work," I told her.  "Kristanna is good
friends with Trish, but she has her sights set on Devon."
   "Then maybe Stephanie could pair up with Trish," Pamela
suggested.  "They seem to get along fine.  It could be Trish
and Stephanie in one room, Kristanna and Devon in another,
and Lindsay and Amy in another.  Then, most importantly, it
could be me and you, Jeremy."  Pamela flashed a smile at the
mere idea.  "I would like that.  You're my favorite person
of all on the island, boyfriend.  I want to be with you."
   Those words sent a pleasurable tingle down my spine, but
I was still worried about Trish and wanted to talk about her
some more.  "What do you think, Pamela?  I do not think it
is right of Trish to tell Lindsay how to live her life.  But
what she says... is it right?  Is Amy a bad influence on
Lindsay?  Is she leading her down the path of no return?"
   Pamela debated the topic in her mind for several seconds.
"Amy is my friend, and I like her.  That being said, I think
Amy sees some fresh meat in Lindsay, and is using her.  The
girl is what... 11 days removed from losing her virginity.
Amy is putting her into bondage, degrading her, calling her
names.  Pushing her way beyond her limits.  What Amy is doing
to her would be difficult for even me to handle, and let me
assure you, I lost my virginity a long, long time ago."
   "But Lindsay seems to be enjoying it," I pouted.
   "Lindsay is so eager and hyper right now, because of all
the things happening around her on the island so fast, that
she is willing to try anything," Pamela observed.  "I do not
think the girl needs to wear a bondage collar and be led
throughout the halls on a leash.  Amy was doing that to her
earlier.  I think that Lindsay is young and innocent, and so
naive, that she does not realize what Amy is doing to her."
   "So you feel the same way Trish does," I surmised.
   Pamela took a deep breath.  "Yes, I guess that I do.  But
I am not in love with Lindsay like Trish is.  Really, I... I
don't like saying that Amy is a bad influence on Lindsay.  I
mean... who am I to judge that?"
   "You are Pamela [Last Name]," I reminded her.  "A very
smart and intellectual young lady.  Your opinion matters."
   "What about my question, Jeremy?" she reiterated.  "You
have yet to answer it.  Me and you... move in together."
   I would absolutely love for Pamela to be my room-mate.  I
enjoyed spending time with Pamela more than any of the other
ladies on the island, of course, so it seemed like a good
fit.  However, it did come with a very serious question...

   What about the voyeur room?

   How could I keep it a secret from Pamela if she and I
shared my personal suite, which had the only access to the
voyeur room located within it?  It would be impossible.  I
was not sure that I was at the point where I felt secure
enough to share my perverted secret with Pamela.  That may
sound crazy, but I had no idea how she would react to it.
   Would Pamela be hurt?  In her mind, would I have betrayed
her?  Or would she be okay with the idea, and accept the
voyeur room as nothing more than a harmless fascination and
toy for me?  Those are questions that I would have to know
the answers to before I introduced Pamela to the voyeur room.
   On the other hand, I could not say _no_ to Pamela.  She
wanted to be room-mates with me.  How could I deny her?  I
did not want to deny Pamela.  I wanted to be with her, too!
   As for the voyeur room, I would think of something.  I
was not about to shy away and pretend it did not exist; I
equated my need for voyeurism to a sickness.  Unfortunately,
the feelings and urges within me were only getting worse.
   "I'd love for you to be my room-mate, princess."
   The biggest, most heartwarming smile suddenly came across
Pamela's face as she wrapped both arms around me in a loving
embrace.  "Thank you, Jeremy.  Then it is settled."  Still
smiling, Pamela released me from her arms and offered a wink.
"Maybe this will be the start of you and me playing HOUSE for
the next 50 or 60 years.  Would you like that, Jeremy?"
   "I would prefer eternity," I said in response to Pamela's
not-so-subtle hint of a marriage and life-long commitment
between us.  "I love you, Pamela.  You know that?"
   She smiled again.  "Yes, I do.  And I love you."

   Using the camp-fire for warmth, as well as two blankets,
Pamela and I later snuggled together in the same sleeping
bag.  We must have laid still and gazed up at the stars for a
good two hours, with the oncoming waves hitting the shore as
our constant background.  I kept a tight embrace upon Pamela
as I conveyed my knowledge of the stars and constellations to
her.  She seemed interested in it, but suddenly fell asleep
once I pointed out the Piscis Austrinus constellation to her.
   "Pamela?" I whispered.  "You still awake?"  There was no
answer, so I smiled and gently pressed my lips to the crown
of her head.  "I love you, princess.  Sweet dreams."
   A moment later, I drifted off to sleep as well.

                           * * *

   It was 5:15pm the following evening when I found myself
perched in a familiar spot - the control panel in my beloved
voyeur room.  On one screen, Kristanna and Devon were doing
their best to console Trish, who was obviously still in
an absolute world of hurt.  They were talking to Trish,
trying to lift her spirits.  I wondered inwardly if it was
possible.  Lindsay was no longer in her life.
   On the other active monitor, however, the four-some of
Pamela, Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie were all seated upon the
floor in the central room downstairs.  It seemed as if their
conversation, on the other hand, was very light and playful.
All of them were laughing and having a great time together,
which was the exact opposite of what was happening right now
in the library between Kristanna, Devon and Trish.
   "My first sexual experience, believe it or not, was with
another girl," Pamela said as I flipped the hidden microphone
for the central room on.  This sounded _very_ interesting...
   "Do tell!" Stephanie cooed, her voice full of enthusiasm.
   "It happened when I was just a sophomore in high school,"
Pamela began.  "I was only 15.  Her name was Angelina."
   "What did Angelina look like?" Stephanie inquired.
   Pamela smiled and responded, "Angelina was beautiful.  She
had jet-black hair, a gorgeous face and an awesome body."
   Amy giggled.  "Sounds like someone I would like to meet!"
   "You have never met a pussy you would not like, Amy,"
Pamela chided her.  "A cock too, for that matter."
   "Ain't that the truth!" Stephanie giggled.
   "Anyway," Pamela resumed, "Angelina and I were the best of
friends.  We had known each other since pre-school.  Every
Saturday night, we would have a sleep-over.  One week it was
at her house, the next week it was at mine."
   "Just the two of you?" Amy confirmed.
   "Yes, just the two of us," Pamela nodded.  "I can look
back on it now and realize that Angelina had a crush on me
for a very long time.  I did not realize it then, though.
One night during a sleep-over, though, that all changed."
   "Angelina and I would always stay up late into the night
and talk.  We would talk about anything and everything.
School, teachers, fashion... guys we liked.  I guess it was
like one or two o'clock in the morning this one night when
Angelina asked me if I had ever been kissed.  I was only 15
back then, and I hadn't been on my first date yet.  So I
told her that the answer was no, I had never been kissed."
   "I think I know where this is going," Amy grinned, a
wicked gleam in her eyes.  "In fact, I know I do."
   Pamela smiled and continued, "Angelina told me that she
had been kissed before.  She said how wonderful it made her
feel.  Her exact words were that it felt as if she had been
swept off her feet, and fireworks went off overhead.  She
made it sound so great... and it made me very jealous."
   "We then started talking about guys we would like to kiss.
Guys at school, movie stars and musicians... even a teacher
both of us liked.  All of the talk was making me pretty hot.
I told Angelina that I needed to find a boyfriend, preferably
one of those guys we talked about, and kiss him.  I wanted
to get my first kiss out of the way so very bad."
   "Angelina then told me that I did not have to wait.  She
said my first kiss was closer than I ever expected it could
be.  Naturally, I was confused and had no idea what she was
hinting at."  Amy nodded in approval as Pamela mused, "All of
a sudden, Angelina pressed her lips to mine and kissed me."
   "We have ignition!" Amy exclaimed.
   "I freaked out at first, and pulled away from her," Pamela
said.  "I really had no idea what to think.  I asked Angelina
what she was doing.  I told her she was crazy.  And I told
her that I was not one of those lesbians I had heard about."
   "Angelina said there was nothing for me to be upset about.
She said that her kissing me did not make me a lesbian.
Angelina's claim was that she wanted me to know what it felt
like to be kissed.  She told me that I was her best friend
and she did not want me to be left out in the cold anymore."
   "Still, I was kind of worried and frantic.  I was against
it.  I asked her what if our friends at school got wind of
this.  Our reputations would be ruined.  Surely, we would
not be welcome on the cheerleading squad anymore.  I just
kept rambling and rambling on until... she kissed me again."
   "This time, Angelina got on top of me and immediately slid
her tongue into my mouth," Pamela swooned, with a far-out
expression upon her face.  "When I felt her tongue first
touch mine, it was as if the world had stopped.  There was
nothing for me to protest or complain about anymore.  A
sudden rush of excitement seemed to wash over my body all
at once... and I was hooked.  I kissed her back."
   Lindsay, who had been quiet for the discussion thus far,
simply sat by and listened to Pamela's storytelling while
openly massaging herself through the white cotton shorts
she wore.  There was a definite look of arousal upon her
sweet, enchanting face as she gazed squarely at Pamela.
   "That kiss must have lasted a good minute or two," the
buxom blonde continued.  "When it was over, Angelina kind of
pulled away and smiled at me.  She knew I was hooked.  She
kissed me again.  And again.  And again.  Everything she did
was so slow and sensual, but also powerfully erotic."
   "I was floating on cloud nine, for sure, but then got my
senses back when Angelina started to tell me how beautiful I
was.  She asked if anyone else had ever told me how gorgeous
I was.  All the while, she was groping and massaging my
breasts with her hands.  I wanted to complain and stop her,
but I couldn't.  I was SOOOOO turned on.  My pajama top came
off and then she was going from breast to breast, licking
and sucking on each of my nipples.  It got me even more hot."
   "Angelina kept telling me how pretty I was.  Soon, I felt
my pajama bottoms being pulled down.  Once again, I wanted to
protest, but I couldn't.  My body was on fire.  Angelina went
from complimenting me to saying that she had wanted to do
this with me for as long as she could remember.  An instant
later, her head was between my thighs."
   "Oh God..." Lindsay moaned, still frigging her pussy
through the shorts she wore.  "I can't tell you how many
times I've fantasized about a friend seducing me like that!"
   Pamela nodded her head and continued, "I couldn't believe
that I was letting another girl do this to me, but I was so
aroused and excited.  Angelina's tongue was all that mattered
to me.  She was slow and loving, and brought me to an orgasm
that I will never, EVER forget.  She lapped up my juices and
then we started kissing again."
   "It gets kind of hazy after that," Pamela murmured.  "I
think we fell asleep in each others' arms, but when I woke
up in the morning, Angelina was gone.  My mom said that she
had woke up early and went home.  I called her, but there was
no answer.  The day after that, Monday, I immediately sought
Angelina out in school and found her.  Angelina said she was
afraid that I hated her because, in her own words, she had
coerced and seduced me into sex.  She was about to cry."
   "I assured her that was not the case.  Instead, I told
Angelina that both of my parents would be working late that
day, and my two sisters would be out with their friends.  I
asked Angelina if she would like to go over to my house after
cheerleading practice, because I wanted her to use her tongue
on me again.  And I wanted to return the favor."
   "From that point on, Angelina and I were the closest of
friends," Pamela added.  "Let me tell you... Angelina and I
shared EVERYTHING.  We dated and saw a lot of other people
throughout the years, but she was always there for me when I
needed her, and vice-versa."  Pamela frowned and added, "But
she got transferred in her job six or seven years ago, and
except one time, I never saw her again.  She now lives in
Southern California, and is married."
   Lindsay must have brought herself to her own orgasm with
her twiddling fingers.  I definitely got that sense as she
sat up with a flushed look upon her face, before shaking her
head vigorously as if to clear the cobwebs.
   Amy smiled at her.  "How many times did you fantasize
about that exact scenario happening to you?"
   "Every night," Lindsay admitted, taking a deep breath.
   "Any particular girl?" Stephanie wondered.
   Lindsay shrugged her shoulders.  "I was attracted to a
lot of girls, but there was this one at the grocery store
where I work at.  Her name was Megan.  She still works
there, I guess.  We have always been friends, but I have
the biggest crush on her.  I'm a cosmetics clerk there,
and Megan works in non-foods.  A lot of times, since I help
out in non-foods and she helps out in cosmetics whenever the
need arises, we work together for an entire shift.  Megan is
probably my best friend, but I could never tell her that I'm
attracted to her.  She would want nothing to do with me!"
   "How do you know that?" Amy inquired.  "What if Megan
fantasizes every night about sticking her face between your
legs, and licking your pussy?"  Lindsay fidgeted about at
the very idea as Amy continued, "What if she lays in bed at
night and fingers herself to sleep, fantasizing about you?"
   "AMY!" Lindsay squealed, now very uncomfortable.
   "That is the problem in today's world," Amy commented.
"Everyone is afraid to say what is on their mind, and let
their feelings be known.  How long have you known Megan?"
   "She started working there a few months after I did,
which was two years ago," Lindsay responded.
   "What if Megan has the same thoughts about you, Lindsay?"
Amy asked.  "What if?  Just think about it.  What if?  You
have wasted two whole years by not talking to Megan, and
letting her know how you feel."  Amy smiled as a familiar,
wicked gleam came to her eyes.  "For two years, you could
have been sneaking off on your break to a dark corner of the
storage room where you work, and licking Megan's pussy."
Amy giggled as she concluded, "Maybe even inviting a couple
of guys back there to join in on the fun..."
   "Oh God..." Lindsay moaned, fidgeting about at the idea.
   "If Megan felt the way about Lindsay as you speculate she
did," Pamela observed, looking at Amy, "she could have very
easily stepped forward, too."
   "Speculate?" Amy exclaimed, her eyes wide.  "The way I
SPECULATE that Megan felt about Lindsay?  Pamela, honey...
have you seen Lindsay?"  Amy pointed toward the teen-ager
and continued, "Lindsay is BEAUTIFUL.  Lindsay is so fucking
hot!  She could turn any girl or woman into a lesbian!"
   Pamela glanced at Amy.  "Are you going to talk to Jeremy
tonight and ask him about moving in with Lindsay?"
   Amy nodded her head.  "Yeah... I think I am."
   Pamela turned her attention toward Lindsay.  "Why do you
want to get rid of Trish as your room-mate all of a sudden?
What do you have against her?  She cares about you so much."
   Lindsay made a face.  "Trish is getting too obsessive and
compulsive about me, and who I want to be friends with.  She
was telling me yesterday that Amy is all wrong for me."
   "What right does that bitch have to talk about me, and say
things behind my back?" Amy quipped.
   Pamela's eyes narrowed in a negative fashion.  "I'm sorry,
but Trish is not a bitch.  Take that back, Amy."
   "I'm not about to take it back!" she exclaimed in return.
"Lindsay and I... we can do whatever we damn well please!  I
don't tell you how to live your life, Pamela.  I don't need
Trish telling me how to live mine.  Do you see me criticizing
you because you have spent so much time with Jeremy lately?
Do I tell you that Jeremy is wrong for you?  No, I do not.
So Trish should not tell Lindsay that I am wrong for her."
   I sensed a swell of anger from Pamela, although she was
able to harness and control it.  "Criticizing me for being
with Jeremy?  What is wrong with me being with Jeremy?"
   "Well... you hog his time."
   Pamela's jaw literally hit the floor in pure astonishment
because of Lindsay's uncharacteristic, blunt remark.
   "Jeremy is the only man here, you know," Lindsay added,
her voice somewhat bratty and snobbish.  "I cannot get a
word in edge-wise with Jeremy because you are hogging him
all to yourself!"  Inside the voyeur room, I was stunned by
this sudden outburst from Lindsay.
   Stephanie flipped her hand about and told Pamela, "I think
that you are trying to sleep your way into his bank account."
   "Oh my God!" Amy exclaimed, unable to control a rush of
laughter even though she held a hand to her mouth.  Still
laughing, Amy shook her head and gasped, "STEPHANIE!"
   "What's so funny?" Pamela demanded, now clearly upset.
She glared at Stephanie and snapped, "What right do you think
you have to talk to me like that?"
   "I can say whatever I please," Stephanie defended herself.
   "I enjoy being with Jeremy just as much as the next girl
here!" Lindsay sniped at Pamela.  "But it seems that every
single time I've seen him lately, you are his shadow, Pamela!
Even Devon was saying the same thing to me earlier, and she
doesn't have a bad word to say about anyone or anything!  You
have NO RIGHT to hog Jeremy all to yourself!  NO RIGHT!"
   A bewildered expression upon Pamela's face, it deepened in
its intensity when Amy chimed in, "I agree with Lindsay."
   "AMY!" Pamela exclaimed, taken aback by her room-mate's
words.  "You know how much Jeremy means to me..."
   Stephanie offered an evil giggle.  "Yeah, right!  Everyone
here knows that you are after his money.  You don't care one
bit about Jeremy!  You want his money!  I've never known of a
stripper who would not do whatever it takes to get more money
in her pocket.  Especially when it is two billion dollars."
   "Stephanie..."  Pamela was so upset that she was about to
cry.  Where had this sudden onslaught come from?
   "I went to the movie theater the other night to get some
popcorn from the big machine in there," Lindsay offered, as
both mine and Pamela's eyes went wide in response.  "What did
I see, though, when I got there?  You and Jeremy, Pamela.
The two of you were in there talking about mushy stuff."
   "You spied on us?" Pamela exploded, her nostrils flaring.
   "Jeremy telling you how you are so much better than the
usual stripper," Lindsay continued, snickering somewhat.
"About how he puts you on a higher pedestal because you come
across as so incredibly smart and classy."
   "No stripper is classy," Stephanie said, her tone flat.
   "What right do you have to..."
   "You're a whore, Pamela!" Stephanie hissed.
   Perched at the control panel within the voyeur room, I
about had a heart attack as Pamela, seated on the floor of
the central room, slumped downward.  What had suddenly gotten
into Stephanie?  Where was this anger and venom coming from?
   "You're a whore," Stephanie insisted.  "A 35 dollar whore.
You have given your body, your pride and all of your dignity
up TENS OF THOUSANDS of times over the years for $35 in cash.
Isn't that what you said you charged for a lap dance?"  She
glanced at Amy and added, "Pamela took her clothes off for
complete strangers... for $35.  Sounds like a whore to me."
   Amy shrugged her shoulders, but did not say anything.
   Now, Pamela was crying.  And she was very angry, too.  "I
th-thought you were my fr-friend, Amy!"
   "I was your friend until you claimed Jeremy for yourself,"
Amy countered.  "All of the girls here had an agreement when
we arrived, Pamela, and you were in on it.  We were going to
share Jeremy.  Not hog him all to ourselves."
   "And pretend that we love him," Stephanie snarled.
   "_FUCK YOU_!" Pamela erupted, getting to her feet.
   "The only thing that you love is money!"
   "FUCK YOU, STEPHANIE!"
   "Don't you see why Jeremy continually tells you that he
thinks so much of you?" Stephanie asked Pamela.  "He is
trying to convince HIMSELF that he is not interested in a
used, old whore.  That is what you are, Pamela.  You know
it, I know it and everyone here knows it."  Pamela brought
a hand to her face and wiped away the excess tears as
Stephanie forged on, "Jeremy will eventually come to his
senses, and realize what you are - an over-the-hill WHORE
who is after his money - and ONLY his money."
   Pamela was absolutely fuming with rage and hatred.  So
much so, in fact, that she made two fists and her body
actually trembled with emotion.  For a moment, I wondered if
Pamela was going to assault Stephanie.  Pamela came to her
senses, though, and then made a dash for the staircase.
   "At least we're honest with Jeremy about what we want
from him!" Stephanie called out, as Pamela quickly ascended
the steps and made a hasty departure.
   "All me and Lindsay want from him is sex!" Amy exclaimed.

                           * * *

   I kept tabs on Pamela with the various collection of
surveillance monitors within the voyeur room.  She seemed
absolutely hysterical because of what Lindsay, Amy and,
worst of all, Stephanie had said to her.  Still running,
Pamela stopped long enough to grunt outloud and kick at
one of the bushes on the side of the house.  Then, she
sprinted off yet again.
   Pamela went into the forest, but soon came to a thick
tree stump and just stopped there.  She fell down to her
knees and covered her eyes with both hands in front of the
tree stump.  Now alone - and thinking that no one was there
to see her - Pamela let all of her inner defenses down and
began crying much harder than before.
   Since it seemed that Pamela would not be leaving this
location for at least awhile, I got up from my chair within
the voyeur room and dashed off toward the nearest exit of
the estate.  I wanted to chase after Pamela moments ago, but
knew that I would never find her without the voyeur room.
   It only took about 45 seconds for me to reach the forest,
but because I had went into an Olympic sprint, I was really
winded once I got there.  I found Pamela at the tree stump,
hunched over upon her knees and still crying, but had to
take an additional 15 seconds just to catch my breath.  When
I finally did, I quickly approached her from behind.
   "Pamela!"
   Startled, she turned to look at me.  "Jeremy!"
   Of course, I could not let Pamela know that I was fully
aware of what Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie had just said to
her.  I could not even HINT at it.  I did not feel nearly
comfortable enough telling her about the voyeur room just
yet.  So, I had to act as if I knew nothing.
   "What is wrong with you?  Why are you crying?"
   Pamela tried to quell her sobbing.  She waved a hand in
front of her face and sniffed her nose, but the tears were
still cascading from her eyes.  "It... it's nothing!"
   "Yes it is something," I told Pamela, dropping down to my
own knees directly beside her.  "I love you, sweetheart.  I
want you to know that you can tell me anything.  Why are you
crying?  Did one of the other girls upset you, or something?"
   Reluctantly, Pamela nodded her head.  "Y-Yeah..."
   "Who?"
   "It was... L-Lindsay, Amy and St-Stephanie."  No matter
how hard she tried, Pamela could not stop her crying just
yet.  "Th-They all... hurt me... with their... their words.
But... but Steph-Stephanie... she was the... w-worst."
   "What did they say to you?"
   "Th-They said th-that I don't... I don't really... love
or care for you," she managed, hiding her face from me.  I
brought Pamela into my arms and held her tight as she added,
"Th-They... they... they were right."

   Needless to say, those words hit me like a ton of bricks.

   "_WHAT_?"
   Pamela ended our embrace and slithered away from me, her
tear-stained eyes cast downward.  "I was th-thinking about
this earlier, Jeremy, even before I talked to them."  Pamela
looked up and finally made eye contact with me.  "I have
known you for what... 16 days.  I've already talked to you
about getting m-married, about spending the rest of my life
with you.  We've barely known each other two weeks."
   Pamela wiped away her flow of tears and shook her head
before continuing, "I've never gone so f-far, so fa-fast,
with anyone in my life.  I... I think... I think you and I
need to take a step back, Jeremy, and slow down."
   "WHY?"
   Pamela flailed her right hand about and fretted, "I don't
want to jump into any sort of commitment with you before I
have a chance to sit back and really think it through."
   I was flabbergasted.  "What... what is there to think
about, Pamela?  You love me, and I love you.  What does it
matter that we've known each other for just two weeks?  I
did not know that true love had a timetable..."
   "I just want to slow down and take a step back for now!"
Pamela countered, still sobbing (but not as much as before).
"I have said things to you, Jeremy, that I never once told
even my most serious boyfriend.  He and I dated for almost a
year.  You and I... we've known each other for two weeks."
The 28-year-old let out an exaggerated whine and shook her
head.  "You're a great guy, Jeremy.  You really are.  But I
don't... want to hurt your feelings... by leading you on."
   "How would you lead me on?"
   "By continuing to be with you, and then change my mind
down the road," Pamela answered.  "It's not that I think
anything bad about you.  I just... I just want to be sure
before any type of commitment.  I... I need time, Jeremy.
More than... two weeks.  I don't want to... hurt you."
   I frowned.  "You're hurting me now."
   "You could be hurt a lot more in the future."
   Suddenly, I was angry.  But not at Pamela.  "You're saying
all of this to me because of what those three girls told you?"
   Pamela let out a hurtful moan.  "As I said, I was thinking
about it even before they said what they did to me.  Really,
that night we had in the movie theater, Jeremy... it... it
scared me.  It was a wonderful night, yes, and you did...
you did nothing wrong.  But it still scared me."
   "Why?"
   "Just sitting there and opening my heart and soul to a man
that I've known for only two weeks," she responded.  "I tried
to convince myself that it was the greatest night of my life.
In many ways, it was.  But it was also the scariest."
   "Pamela, what does it matter the amount of time that you
and I have known each other?" I implored to her.  "I can
understand if you are apprehensive about things happening so
fast.  But you love me, and I love you.  That transcends
everything else.  I can slow down with you if you want.  But
I still want us to be together.  We belong together."
   "That's just the thing I was talking about!" she whined.
"You're talking to me, Jeremy, like you've known me for TWO
YEARS.  We've... we've known each other... for TWO WEEKS!  I
want to slow down.  I... I need some time."
   Although I wanted to say and do everything within my power
to persuade Pamela into changing her mind, I knew that it
would be in my best interests to stop right now.  If I
pressed her further, not only may it make Pamela even more
upset and uncomfortable, but she could also accuse me of
harassment.  I was not the type to harass or force myself on
women.  I did not want to start a new trend here, either.
   Defeated, I pouted and nodded my head at her.  "If this
is what you want, then... then so be it."  I gulped my throat
and asked, "Do you still want to stay here on the island?  Or
would you rather go home?"  Before she could answer, I added,
"I'll pay you the $100,000 in full if you wish to leave.  I
want... I want you to be totally comfortable here, Pamela."
   "I still want to stay here," she sniffed.  "I... I'm not
cutting you off, Jeremy.  I'm not ending our re-relationship
by any stretch of the imagination."  You could have fooled
me, I said inwardly.  "I just need to take a step back from
US for awhile.  I... I want to be friends with you for now."
   "FRIENDS?" I asked, with a begrudging laugh.  I wanted to
wrap my arms around Pamela and luxuriate in her beauty and
warm nature from now until the end of eternity.  Pamela, on
the other hand, wanted to be _friends_ with me.  (...)
   My Heaven-sent angel took a deep breath and sighed, "I
think I am going back to the mansion to lay down and rest
for awhile.  I... I don't want to hog anymore of your time."
   Those words caused my body to stiffen in anger as Pamela
stood up.  "Hog?"  Lindsay accused Pamela of _hogging_ my
time.  Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie, in fact, obviously had
something to do with this change of heart from Pamela.
   "I'll see you later, Jeremy."  Pamela waved her hand at
me and sulked, "Tell Louisa not to fix me a dinner plate
tonight.  I... I don't feel like eating anything."
   Once Pamela turned to walk away, and eventually vanished
from my sights, I lowered my forehead to the tree stump in
front of me and began crying like a small child.  I wanted
to curl up and die.  My relationship with Pamela was over...