[[[-Island_Fever29.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ ======================\___________________________________________________ Chapter 29: Discharge --------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== "Pamela?" I said after literally stumbling across the 30-year-old beauty in the elegant theater room on this warm and overcast Monday afternoon. Nestled side-ways upon a chair with her legs curled over the right armrest, Pamela appeared to be totally despondent and lifeless. "Pamela? What are you doing in here? Is everything okay?" After several seconds of silence, Pamela took a deep breath and finally glared up at me. She certainly did not seem all too cheerful or happy. "Does this room have any sort of special significance for you, Jeremy?" "The movie room?" "About two weeks ago," Pamela reminded me, apparently trying to hold back an onslaught of tears. "A mere two weeks ago, Jeremy. Do you remember what happened here?" I nodded my head at her. "We had that incredible talk here in the movie room." "A talk that lasted for six hours," Pamela sniped in a bitter, hurt voice. "It was the best night of my life because, for the first time in a very long time, I felt like an actual human being. I wasn't an object that night like I am used to being at the strip club where I work." Pamela shook her head at me. "You made me feel special, Jeremy. You made me feel important. You... you... you said that you... that you love me." "Nothing has changed," I told her. "You are still a very special person. An important person. I do not care what your job is, or how many people you were forced to put yourself on display in front of in order to get along and survive in life. It does not define you as a person, or make you a bad person. And no matter what happens, I still care about you, Pamela. I always will." She shook her head at me once again. "You don't care about me, Jeremy. You never did..." I offered her a quizzical expression. "What? Why? How can you say that to me, Pamela? How?" "Because it's the truth!" she spat out, curling both arms around her front as if she was shivering. "What do you mean?" "If you loved me, Jeremy, and really cared for me, you would not have been engaged to Kristanna just one week after that long, amazing talk we had here in the movie room! I have NEVER sat and talked with anyone like I did with you that night! I walked away from our discussion thinking to myself, _this is actually the man I am going to marry_. Then at the breakfast table yesterday morning, you allow Kristanna to flaunt and flash her engagement ring at everyone and even call her your _perfect woman_. You were feeding me that same line of BULLSHIT two weeks ago!" I could not believe that Pamela was screaming at me in such a manner. This warm-hearted and very cerebral woman - who rarely let her emotions show - was giving me an earful. The more I thought about it, though, the more I felt as if I deserved this kind of verbal beat-down. Pamela was right. But I had some legitimate reasons for my recent actions. Instead of raising my voice at her in return and making this a full-blown argument, I sighed and spoke in a peaceful tone, "I'm sorry, Pamela. I apologize. I know that all of the things that have happened in the past nine days between Kristanna and myself has ultimately come back to hurt you." "Why did you lie to me? I thought you were honest! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HONEST, JEREMY! You said all those nice things to me... it was a lie! ALL OF IT WAS A LIE!" "I did not lie to you, Pamela. I would never do that." "YES YOU DID!" "No I didn't..." "YES YOU DID!" "NO, I didn't..." "I want to go home!" Pamela suddenly declared, which caught me completely off-guard. "What?" "I want to go home!" she reiterated. "I've thought about it, and made up my mind. I am going to pack up my suitcases and I want you get me a one-way ticket back to the U.S." I was stunned. "Why... why do you want to go h-h-home?" "Because there is no place for me on this island any more!" Pamela hissed. "I am SICK AND TIRED of you, Jeremy, and I am sick and tired of this Godforsaken island! All the other girls do any more is gossip and talk about me behind my back. I cannot go anywhere without hearing the whispers and the snickers! _Oh look there's Pamela, she got kicked to the curb by Jeremy_. _Hey it's Jeremy and Kristanna hugging and kissing in the corner, let's look over at Pamela to see what type of reaction she has to it_." Pamela flailed her arm outward in an extreme fit of anger. "I'M DONE WITH IT! Absolutely done! It is no longer fun for me here, and I just want to go home. Now!" "Pamela, please... let me..." "I want to go home!" she repeated, cutting me off in the middle of my sentence. "That was part of the deal, Jeremy! You promised all of us before we agreed to come to the island that if, no matter the reason, we wanted to go home early, we could at any time we so desired." Pamela nodded her head and surmised, "I'm exercising my _out clause_. If you cannot get me on a flight out of Lima today or tonight, I want one first thing in the morning. Make it happen!" "Can we just..." "You promised us, Jeremy!" Pamela interjected once again. "You promised we could go home at any time, for any reason! Or is this another promise that you're going to break?" Okay. That comment made me angry. But I was able to hold it in. There was no point in arguing back-and-forth. Anything I once had with Pamela was obviously gone, and she was well past the boiling point with her perception of me. If she wanted to leave, I had no right to stand in her way. "Very well," I simply told her. "Go to your room and get all of your belongings. I will call for the helicopter to come and pick you up. If I cannot get you on a flight today, you'll spend the night at the airport hotel in Lima and you'll be off first thing in the morning." Did I just say that? Did I really just agree to let this woman, who I cared about so very much, go home and seemingly exit my life forever? Pamela sprung out of her chair here within the movie room as if she had been shot from a cannon. "Good. Looks like I got some packing to do, then." She turned and literally hopped and skipped her way to the exit of the theater. "I will also see to it that you get your money." She stopped, then turned and looked back at me. "Money? What money are you talking about?" "You were guaranteed $100,000 for coming to the island and spending six weeks of your life here," I reminded her. "And there was supposed to be one of the girls who got $500,000. Even though you are leaving early, I will still pay you the full amount. I think you deserve it, Pamela." She shook her head. "I don't want your money." "What?" I narrowed my gaze at her. "Why?" "I don't want your money!" she exclaimed. "You think paying me off is gonna put an ease to all the pain and suffering I have been through since you shacked up with Kristanna, and all but forgot about me?" "I... I'm not trying to PAY you off," I countered. "It is your money, Pamela. You are entitled to it. You earned it." "I don't want your money!" she insisted. "You can take the $100,000 and shove it clear up your ass!" "Pamela..." "Not only do I NOT want your money, but I do not want your pity, either! You can build that private school you spoke of in my hometown, Jeremy. Go ahead and build it if you want. Spend millions of dollars on it. But I won't be teaching at it. I want there to be nothing in my life from this point forward that reminds me of YOU or this FUCKING ISLAND! I want to erase these four weeks from my memory completely!" Now, I was visibly upset. "What are you going to do? You going back to the strip club?" She nodded her head and shot me quite the evil, sadistic eye. "At least at the strip club, I know where I stand." Stunned and speechless, I just stood there. "I'm going home!" Pamela burst out into song, turning and prancing about as she exited the movie room. "I'm going home! I'm getting out of this Hell-hole and I'm going home! No more lying men! No more back-stabbing skanks with fake accents! I'm packing up my things and I am going home!" * * * It did not take long for the island to be buzzing with the news that Pamela wanted out. I tried to think of a plan where I could get Pamela to change her mind and ultimately stay, but I knew in reality that there was nothing that could possibly be done. This whole thing with her was a lost cause, unfortunately. We were so incredibly past the point of no return that Pamela going home early was the only option that really made any logical sense. It was sad, but true. She was obviously miserable here, and there was no way to fix that. Kristanna and I had offered Pamela a place in our lives, but she was so focused and intent on the idea of a one-on-one relationship with me that it was the only scenario she would truly accept. Unfortunately for Pamela, that was not going to happen. I was not leaving Kristanna for her. I was in love with Pamela and cared for her with all of my heart, but those emotions simply did not even begin to compare with how strongly I felt about Kristanna. It was that simple. I knew that Pamela was in a horrible state right now, but there really was nothing I could do to help. I was not going to jeopardize what I had with Kristanna - as well as Devon - in order to make things right with Pamela. I simply wished that Pamela was more open and receptive to the idea of a group relationship. Was she really going to be happier returning to the strip club in Maryland? How could that be better than surrounding herself with three people who would love and care for her, and see to her every whim? Would dancing and degrading herself in front of total strangers for really be better than what was offered here? Alas, I suppose the question was meaningless. Pamela wanted to go home. I had no choice but to grant her request. I was not going to force her to stay here against her will. I called Kevin, my friend who owned the helicopter, and told him that I would be requiring his services again. Kevin agreed to be here in two hours. He would fly Pamela to the mainland, then make certain that she found her way to the airport hotel in Lima. She would stay the night, then be on the 6:45am flight to Miami in the morning. A connector flight to Baltimore would be awaiting her there. "Hi Jeremy." Seated at one of the computers in the study room as I finalized Pamela's travel package via the Internet, that voice made me look up toward its source. Oh great, I said inwardly. Of all people on the island, _this_ was the one that I cared to see the least right now. She did not like me, and it had gotten to the point where I did not like her. I was too upset and frazzled to really deal with her now. "Hello Camille." "I want to go home, too." I looked at her. "Huh?" "You volunteered to give Pamela her money and let her go home," Camille said. "It's not fair you do that, you know, and expect the rest of us to stay here the full six weeks. I want to go home too, and I want you to pay me my money." "Why do you want to go home, too?" "Does it matter?" she retorted. "I already know you won't give me the $500,000 prize. That's easy, because I know it's going to one of your little squeeze toys - Lindsay or Amy." My eyes narrowed at that comment as she pressed on, "You can give me $100,000, and I will be happy with it." Camille motioned toward the computer. "Come on, Jeremy. Be fair. You offered to do it for Pamela. Don't play favorites, though I know you love doing it. Get on there and get me a plane ticket to San Diego or Los Angeles. I can have all of my stuff packed within an hour. You can even put me on the same helicopter with Pamela." "Fine," I told her, angry. I did not want to deal with this now. I did not want to deal with any of it. Nor did I honestly care if Camille wanted to go back to San Diego. "I'll have $100,000 wired to your bank account by the end of the day. But may I ask why you want to leave?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes." "Are you sure? Do you REALLY want to know?" "Yes..." Camille shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Because you are a filthy, rotten, disgusting, chauvinistic pig of a man." My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Excuse me?" "You lead Pamela on, and break her heart. You play favorites. Amy will suck your cock and let you tie her up, so you take her to Lima for a full day of shopping and sight-seeing while the rest of us are left behind here twiddling our thumbs. Lindsay will play dress up for you and act all coy and innocent, and interested in you, but all she really wants is the $500,000. Do I have to suck your cock for you to notice me, and do something nice for me too?" Camille nodded her head. "I want nothing to do with you, Jeremy. I'm not going to stoop to the level of Lindsay or Amy to win favors from you. Pamela went to that level too, but look where it got her. I don't want to be a part of your perverted, little sex fantasy on this island any more." Camille flashed me a bright, dazzling smile and mused, "I hope that when you die, you burn and rot in Hell for the rest of eternity." She turned and pointed toward the exit way of the study room. "I'm going to pack my things now. Get me my airline ticket and the money you owe me. After that, you can go and fuck yourself for all I care." Once Camille left, I must have stood there, frozen, for a good 15 or 20 seconds. Things were boiling up inside of me - and fast. Then all of a sudden, I snapped. I grabbed a hold of the computer monitor and with a strong heave, I tossed it against the far wall in a fit of absolute rage. Not only did it damage the wall, but the monitor was shattered and broken, and electrical sparks were shooting out of it. I needed to get out of here. * * * It was not all that often when I skipped dinner, but with the utter catastrophe which took place earlier, I was in no mood to eat. In fact, I felt downright suicidal. Pamela wanting out was bad enough, but the words that Camille said to me afterward were absolutely crushing. Never before in my life had someone been so vile and hateful toward me. Instead of being in the dining room with the others at our customary dinner time of 7:00pm, I found myself all alone in the quaint, three-bedroom guest cottage which was totally separate from the mansion. Feeling worthless and defeated, I had been lounging on a leather floor comforter for the better part of the past four hours. This was my new refuge. Here, I figured, no one could hurt me. Despite my rage earlier, when I destroyed the computer monitor, I was able to put a travel itinerary together for Camille so I could get her out of my life for good. Trish volunteered to drive Pamela and Camille to the heli-pad in the _Jeep_, and I allowed her to do just that. Yes, Pamela and Camille were no longer on the island. They were most likely relaxing in a Lima hotel room at this very moment, each awaiting separate flights back to the United States. Just like that - _POOF_ - Pamela was gone and out of my life seemingly forever. She no longer wanted to be here, and it was not my place - or my right - to force her to stay. I did not want anyone to be here if they were not happy. I tried my best since day one to be a courteous and gracious host for all of the ladies. Camille and I got off on the wrong foot somehow - why, I do not know - and we had never recovered from it. She and I had never really sat down and had a good, long discussion. I was interested in her as a person, and wanted to know more, but I always got the sense that the feeling was not mutual. It was common knowledge that Camille hated all men. She probably condemned me from the start simply because of my gender. But I had tried to be nice to her. I gave up a few days ago, though, when it was apparent that I was getting nowhere with the continued effort. But at least I tried. It was okay, really. It got to the point where I disliked her, too. I did not care for her one bit. Camille wanted me to _burn and rot in Hell for the rest of eternity_? Wow. I was incapable of saying such a thing to even my most hated adversary. Not only did Camille say that to me, though, but she did it with a smile on her face. It made her happy to vocally wish such a horrible demise on me. Keep in mind that this was merely seconds after I agreed to let her go home and give her the full $100,000 payment. How could she have said something so despicable to me? Most troubling of all, however, was that Pamela was apparently going right back to her job as an exotic dancer at the strip club in Maryland. What hurt me most was not what Camille had said, or that Pamela was leaving, but it was the fact that she was returning to her old job. Out of all possible conclusions, _that_ was what I wanted least. Pamela would never climb out of that so-called abyss now. Not only did Pamela refuse her $100,000 pay-out, but she was not going to accept my offer of becoming a schoolteacher at a private institute that I was willing to finance and have built in her hometown. Pamela had always wanted to be a teacher and was close to getting a degree, but was fearful that her years as a stripper would preclude her from getting the job and career that she ultimately wanted. That would not be an issue at the private school I was going to have built, though. I would be the boss, per se, and my plan was for Pamela to have a safe and secure teaching job there. But now? Pamela was so angry and disgusted with me - and perhaps more specifically the way things transpired on the island - that she would not even accept my assistance as it pertained to her future and career. Pamela rather go back to the strip club - a place which she _hated_, mind you - than allow me to help her achieve her career goal. Indeed, it had been a horrible day. I felt miserable. I simply wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Resting upon the large floor comforter, I became alert and sat up when I heard the front door open behind me. No one was supposed to know that I was hiding in the guest cottage. I had even deactivated the surveillance system so Kristanna and Devon could not find my whereabouts with the voyeur room. I just wanted to be left alone. But somehow, Trish had come upon me and found my so-called refuge. The 30-year-old from Toronto stepped inside, and moved toward me. "Hey," she simply greeted, waving her left hand. I looked at her, but did not offer a response. Trish took the initiative by sitting down beside me on the floor and then gently patting my knee. "You okay, Jeremy?" "What do you think?" I asked, my voice hollow. Trish frowned momentarily, but then titled her head and offered me a curious, thoughtful look. "I remember not too long ago, Lindsay dumped me. She just flat-out dumped me. I was in the recreation room and when Lindsay left after telling me the bad news, I was all upset, all crying." Trish hesitated, then smiled faintly. "I also remember you showing up, Jeremy - seemingly out of nowhere - and doing your best to cheer me up and be a good friend when I needed it most. It worked. You did a great job that day." Trish then grasped my left hand with her right and squeezed firmly. "Now it is my chance to return the favor, and cheer you up. Do you know, Jeremy, that Kristanna is worried sick about you? She has no idea where you are. Have you been here hiding away all day?" "Yeah." "Sometimes it's good to hide from others when you're upset," Trish nodded. "Other times, it's not. Kristanna is really worried about you, Jeremy. I mean, REALLY worried. You should try and find her as soon as possible." "She'll find me soon enough," was my listless response. "Or I will find her." "I heard about some of the nasty stuff that Camille said to you," Trish pouted. "Want to talk about it?" "What do you think of me as a person?" was my question for Trish. I do not know where it came from, or why I had asked it. Perhaps I just needed some positive reinforcement? "Do you really want to know?" Hmmmmm. That was the _exact, same thing_ Camille said to me before turning all nuclear and dropping those bombs on me earlier today. Could I get a similar response from Trish? At this point, in my current frame of mind, I would not have been surprised one bit. "I think you are an amazing and wonderfully kind, gracious person," Trish answered. "You are the nicest and most caring man I have ever met in my whole, entire life, Jeremy. And if it wasn't for Kristanna and, to a lesser extent Devon and Pamela when she was still here, I wish I set my sights on you instead of Lindsay from the very beginning. Who knows? I could be the one with the big engagement ring now." "Is that what you want?" "No," Trish assured me. "I don't want that at all. You are with Kristanna now. You are also with Devon. I would never interfere or try to cause any problems between the three of you. You know that, right? Plus, remember that no one is happier that you and Kristanna are actually together than I am. I told you from the very outset that the two of you make a great couple. You and Kristanna belong together." The Canadian took a deep breath and sighed. "But you like me being honest, Jeremy. You tell me to be honest with you. So... that was honest. I wish I looked at you a month ago the same way I look at you now. I wish I invested the effort into you instead of Lindsay, although I know that you and Kristanna would have still ultimately wound up together. No matter what, she would still have the engagement ring." Trish shrugged her shoulders and concluded, "But maybe I could have had a bigger role in your life." "You don't think I'm pathetic and should burn in Hell for the rest of eternity?" Trish giggled slightly, then shook her head and insisted, "Fuck Camille, Jeremy. FUCK her. Just FUCK her. Camille had something bad to say about everyone on the island. She is a very mean and angry woman; there is no reason to lose sleep or fret over anything that bitch said to you. I, for one, am glad that Camille is gone. I know for a fact that she said many bad things about me behind my own back. No one on the island is sad to see her go." "Camille did have an opinion on everyone," I sighed. "I just can't believe you still paid her." I shrugged my shoulders. "It was a drop in the bucket to me. I agreed to pay her. I just don't want any trouble. The money is worth it as long as I never have to see her again." "I understand why Pamela left, but I do not agree with much of anything she has said or done in the past month." "What do you mean?" "Pamela should have did the smart thing and agreed to stay on the island with you, Kristanna and Devon when the offer was still there," Trish commented. "I do not think it was very bright of her to just throw her hands up in the air and basically run away. I mean, what does she have to go home to? A big, brass stripper pole? Pamela should have stayed here and did whatever she could to make things work out." "Krissy wants nothing to do with her," I frowned. "She was all for the idea of Pamela staying and being a part of our lives at first, but then changed her mind completely." "Kristanna learned how jealous Pamela was of her, and how much she truly resented her," Trish said. "Pamela has been very upset and angry the past several days. I tried talking some sense into her, but it was no use. I could not get her to change her mind. So, I cannot blame Kristanna. I would not want Pamela in my life either if I was her, and in her situation. Kristanna is better off with just you and Devon, and no one else. Just my opinion, of course." Trish shook her head again. "Pamela comes to a place like this - the island - and expects to walk away from it with a traditional, one-on-one relationship? That doesn't make any sense to me whatsoever. She basically comes to a sex resort, and expects you to notice and be with no one but her." "There's nothing wrong with her wanting that." "No, there's not," Trish agreed. "But it still don't make any sense. I wanted Lindsay, you know, but I watched her have sex with five other girls all at the same time - six if you include me. I watched you take her virginity, Jeremy." "You helped me take it," I corrected her. "I watched Lindsay, when I felt I had a future with her, with all these different people," Trish continued. "But I was okay with it. Look at where we are - this island of yours. If Pamela did not like the idea of a free-spirited and sexually charged atmosphere, she should not have come here. And not only that, but Pamela is a stripper too. Seems like this lifestyle would be right up her alley." "Pamela is very different, and unique," I volunteered. "She is not like the stereotypical stripper at all." "You are better off without her," Trish told me. "I hate to say it, but you are, Jeremy. You really are. She would have caused nothing but trouble for you and Kristanna." Trish hesitated, then offered, "Pamela HATED Kristanna." "She hated her?" "Yes," Trish clarified. "I talked to Pamela a lot in recent days. I mean, a WHOLE LOT. When you became engaged to Kristanna that was one thing. But when you gave her that massive rock of an engagement ring, it was something else. That was what really set Pamela off. Pamela kept telling me over and over that Kristanna was a thief; she stole you." Trish shook her head and ended, "I didn't see it that way." I let out a long-winded sigh. "It's water under the bridge now. What's done is done... you know?" "You need to go and find Kristanna," Trish reiterated. "I think her and Devon are in your bedroom in the mansion right now. She is really, really worried, Jeremy, about you and your safety. She is also worried that you're upset at her." "Upset?" I exclaimed. "Upset about what?" "That you blame her for Pamela no longer being here." I hung my head low and growled. Kristanna and I had been down this road before. How many times would I have to tell her that she had done absolutely nothing wrong? I would never force her to agree to accept Pamela into our lives, especially with all of the animosity that existed between them. Besides, Pamela did not want in, either. "Fine. I'll go talk to her." * * * When I opened the door to my personal suite moments later, I found the two most important women in my life waiting for me just a couple of feet away. Devon was seated and leaning against the wall, her legs outstretched, with Kristanna's head resting upon her lap as she lay on her side. Devon was tracing a fingertip along the side of Kristanna's face. Both ladies, I could tell, were visibly upset and shaken. Once Kristanna got her first glimpse of me, however, she sprung to her feet in one quick, agile motion. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" she demanded, her voice loud and booming, as she closed the short distance between us. "Where have you been? OH MY GOD, I have been worried sick about you!" Kristanna placed both hands upon my shoulders and squeezed tightly. She then made two fists and flailed away at my chest with them. "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN, JEREMY! DON'T YOU EVER RUN OFF AND HIDE, AND SHUT DOWN THE VOYEUR ROOM!" Horribly distraught, the young woman seemed to tire quickly and ceased her assault upon my chest. Kristanna then began to cry as she hugged me, saying, "I know what type of person you are, Jeremy, and how upset you get when people hurt you! I've been worried to death about you!" "I'm sorry," was my simple response. "Where were you?" Kristanna insisted, still upset. "I had no idea where you went, or what you were thinking with first Pamela, then what Camille said!" "I just needed some time alone..." Her blue eyes flashing like I had never witnessed before, Kristanna made a fist and held it in front of my face and warned, "Don't you EVER run off while angry again, and deactivate the voyeur room. I do not know how to turn the system back on like you do." She slapped my shoulder with an open palm one more time and whined, "I had no idea where you were! You could have jumped off a cliff for all I knew!" "The thought did cross my mind," I admitted, which made Kristanna grunt and squeal in horror. However, I pulled her into my arms for an embrace and offered, "But I realized that I have too much to live for." I then kissed the very crown of her head, then made eye contact with Devon and smiled at her. She smiled back, but continued to idly sit there. "Shhhhh," I consoled Kristanna, still holding her. "I'm here now. I'm okay, and in a good frame of mind. And I promise that if I ever get upset or angry again, I won't deactivate the voyeur room." "You wouldn't even answer your cell phone!" Kristanna complained. "I had no idea where you were..." "I didn't even have my phone with me, sweetheart." "You don't like us going out anywhere on the island by ourselves," Devon reminded me. "You always say the jungle can be a dangerous place. If you went somewhere and got hurt, how could we have found you without the voyeur room?" "I won't do it again," I promised them once more. "Where did you go?" Kristanna wondered. "The guest cottage," I answered. "Been there for hours." Kristanna stepped back and looked at me. Her face was saturated with tears. "I... I'm so sorry, Jeremy! I cannot believe that Pamela would just want to leave the island like she did! I know how much you cared for her..." Devon stood up, her own face suddenly tense and distraught. "Don't you dare, Krissy! Don't you dare say what I..." "I want you to go to the airport hotel and see if you can talk Pamela into coming back to the island." "Krissy!" Devon screeched, obviously not liking those words. I quickly got the sense that they already had a discussion of their own concerning this very subject. "It's okay," Kristanna assured her. "No, it's not!" Devon insisted. "Yes, it is. It is." Kristanna turned back toward me and explained, "I know how much Pamela means to you, Jeremy. I know how important she is to you... how important it is for you to take care of her, and make her happy." "Krissy, no!" Devon complained. "I'm willing to give her another opportunity to be a part of our lives," Kristanna said, which made me roll my eyes. I knew this was something that she honestly did not want to do. So did Devon, obviously, who vehemently shook her head as Kristanna continued, "I want to do my best to make this work with her, because I know how important she is to you. All I have ever wanted, Jeremy, is for you to be happy..." "No," I told her. "I'm not going to the hotel to try and talk Pamela out of this. Pamela made her decision and as far as I'm concerned, it's final." Now, Devon was nodding her head in total agreement as I ended, "She would not fit into the style of life that we want, anyway." "But I know how much..." "No," I interjected, cutting my fiancee off. "Just NO." I grasped both of Kristanna's hands with my own and implored, "Why do you seem to feel so guilty when it comes to Pamela?" "What do you mean?" "I don't know," I countered. "It's just... you seem to take a back seat to her at times. Why are you so worried about Pamela, and how I feel about her?" "Because I know she makes you happy..." "She doesn't make me as happy as you do," I told Kristanna, whose body seemed to sag somewhat at those words. "Trish was the one who found me earlier. She said you were afraid that I was mad at you; perhaps I would blame you for Pamela no longer being here." Kristanna frowned and nodded her head as I went on, "Why would I do that? Why would I blame you? It was Pamela's decision. She wanted nothing to do with you or Devon in the first place. All she wanted was me for herself." "I just know how much you care for her..." "That's what you don't understand!" I responded, my voice insistent. I looked her square in the eyes and proclaimed, "I care about you a million times more. A billion times more. WHY would I be mad at you, Krissy? Why would I blame you for anything? You're going to be my wife one day very soon, and I love you. Why do you always go on such a guilt trip when it comes to Pamela? You have done NOTHING WRONG." "Krissy doesn't want Pamela in our lives," Devon offered, "and neither do I. We don't need her." "Why do you tell me to go to the hotel and bring Pamela back?" I asked Kristanna. "Why would I bring her back if the most important person in my life - YOU - does not really even want her here to begin with? Why would you subject yourself to that?" The 23-year-old gulped her throat. "For you, J-Jeremy." "You need to start thinking about yourself," I told her. "Marriages and relationships are supposed to be two-way streets," Devon said to her girlfriend. "You have an equal say in everything, Krissy. You should not have to bend your will in order to feel as if you make Jeremy happy, and gain his approval. Pamela would do nothing but you make you feel uncomfortable. She would make ME feel uncomfortable. How can you even suggest that it's a good idea that she somehow be brought back into our lives? Look at all of the mean and disrespectful things Pamela has said about you." "I want you to get Pamela out of your head," were my words for Kristanna. "There is absolutely no need for you to feel worried about anything. Devon is right, honey. You have an equal say in everything that happens between us from now on. I am not about to force you to do something that makes you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable." "O-Okay..." she relented, her body trembling. "What else do I need to say or do to convince you of my faith and loyalty to you?" I asked. "You don't want Pamela to be a part of our lives? That's fine. I have no problem with that. I propose marriage to you. I tell you that you're my everything; you're my centerpiece in life and everything must conform and fit around you. I'm willing to move to Norway - of all places - for you. I love you more than anything, Krissy, and anyone. I tell you these things every single day. Why are you so concerned with Pamela, and how I feel for her? I never once thought of choosing Pamela over you. I gave her up, in fact, so that you and I can be together, and be happy. Why is she such a concern?" "Krissy was worried you would change your mind and run off with Pamela instead," Devon commented, which caused me to hang my head low in despair. "I think, after four years of being your friend but not your lover, Krissy still has doubts of you actually looking at her the way she looks at you. She is worried you will want to go back to being just friends." I looked at her and breathed deeply. "Is that true?" "Yeah..." Kristanna nodded meekly. "I didn't realize how insecure you are." Lost in thought, I was silent for several seconds until coming up with an idea. "Do I need to send the other girls home early, too? I can pay all them the full amount." Kristanna shook her head in response as I further explained, "I am willing to devote every waking moment to you, Krissy. I am willing to devote every fiber of being to you. I can send Trish, Lindsay and even Amy home early if you like. If that is what it takes to prove to you that I am 100 percent dedicated to you - as well as Devon - I will do it. Just give me the word." "Leave me out of the equation, Jeremy," Devon requested. "I know you do not feel anywhere close for me as you do for Krissy. I trust in time you will, though." "I don't want you to send Trish, Lindsay and Amy home, and ruin the final two weeks of their vacation," Kristanna mused. "Besides, you cannot send Amy home. She needs to stay. She needs to have your guidance in her life, Jeremy." "We can talk about that at another time," Devon suggested. "30 minutes ago, I was all upset because I wanted Pamela in my life," I spoke. "But now, I realize that I do not. Not any longer, at least. It was her decision to leave the island. It was her decision to refuse our offer of staying here and committing to a long-term relationship." I focused all of my attention upon Kristanna and stressed to her, "You need to get the thought, the specter, of Pamela out of your mind once and for all. I am not going to wake up one day and go running off to Maryland to find her, and be with her." "Those kind of ideas are just toxic," Devon murmured. "If I run anywhere, Krissy, it will simply be to you." "Awwwww..." Devon grinned. "Promise me one thing," I pleaded to Kristanna. "Promise me from now on that you're not going to be insecure about our relationship and future from this point forward. I love you, Krissy. I don't know what else I can do to show or prove that to you any more than I already have. There is no need for you to feel as if you have to take a back seat to anyone." "I told you that Jeremy would have this type of reaction," Devon said to Kristanna. "Didn't I? Hmmmmm?" "Yeah," she admitted. "What about Camille?" Devon remarked. "I cannot believe that I once thought of her as a friend. She was my room-mate for the first several weeks on the island. I knew she had a snippy side to her personality... but nothing like that." "Camille is the one who needs to burn in Hell!" Kristanna piped up, suddenly full of anger and disdain. "Jeremy has done nothing but try and be nice toward that girl since she arrived here. He agrees to let her go home early and even pays her the full amount of money... and THAT is the thanks he gets for it." Kristanna swung her arm outward and hissed, "Camille is just lucky I wasn't there when she said that." Devon smiled. "Would we have seen the _Evil Kristanna_ that you told me all about yesterday?" "Oh, you would have seen more than that," she promised. "I did not know exactly what Camille had said to Jeremy until she was already gone in the helicopter." "There are two more weeks before Trish, Lindsay and Amy are all scheduled to go home," I reminded them. "What was once seven girls is now down to five. We have had a very rough and rocky past couple of days... but none more so than today. Krissy, you know I hate drama and any sort of conflict. I never expected there to be so much here." "Let's have some fun the next two weeks," Kristanna suggested, her attitude quickly turning bright and positive. "Let's make those remaining three girls really feel at home, and welcome here." "All three of them really care about you, Jeremy, and would never hurt or back-stab you," Devon offered. "I say we get everyone together right now and have a quick meeting. We should clarify everything that happened with Pamela and Camille, and stress that these next two weeks are going to be fun for everyone. We need to get rid of the drama." "The drama left the island earlier," Kristanna frowned. "But you are right, Devvy. Trish knows what is going on, but we should clue Lindsay and Amy in as well. I'm sure they have a lot of questions and whatnot. There is no need for them to speculate about anything." "I've tried to look at everyone on the island over the past month as a little family," Devon cooed. "We learned that two people do not want to be part of the family any more, but that is fine. I know Lindsay may want to distance herself from things here. Down deep, though, I think Lindsay loves and cares for all of us. I really do. And we already know that Trish and Amy are both madly in love with Jeremy." Kristanna nodded her head and voiced, "Let's have that meeting with the others before it gets too late tonight." "I meant what I said." Staring directly at my fiancee, I then added, "No more feelings of insecurity. You are my girl, and I love you. You need to always remember that." For the first time since I stepped into our bedroom several moments ago, Kristanna smiled. "I will, Jeremy." <<<- End of Chapter 29 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever" (c) 2014 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!