Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 07

Chapter 7: "Hexad"

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- Tuesday, December 10, 2013 -

"Jeremy is the most complex man in the world," Kristanna said to Pamela, hugging me from the side, as the three of us were aboard my personal boat and cruising toward Peru's capital city of Lima on this bright, yet blustery morning. "You may perceive Jeremy one way and have ample reason to, but then it turns out he is actually the complete opposite. It took me a long time to figure his ways out. A long time."

"What do you mean?" Pamela wondered.

Kristanna laughed. "Several months ago, you know, Jeremy brings an entire group of bi-sexual women with him to his mysterious and secluded island in the South Pacific, and makes certain he is the only man in sight. You would think with the money he was offering, Jeremy is some billionaire pervert who would have expected a LOT more from you and the other girls." Kristanna paused for a moment, her eyes still trained upon Pamela. "Yet Jeremy treated everyone on the island with 100 percent respect and dignity. He wanted to be your friend and someone you could trust and abide in before anything else. It was far more important to Jeremy that everyone accepts and likes him beyond anything else."

"Jeremy told you and the others to go at your own pace," Kristanna recalled. "He made it clear there were no set rules or activities you had to be part of. You were not being forced or coerced into anything your will. He said the summer - and what you chose to do with it - was yours to enjoy. You could do whatever you wanted on his island."

Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "Another man, same situation? All alone with six gorgeous bi-sexual women on a tropical island some 130 miles away from the mainland? Promising each of them a bare minimum of $100,000 in American currency? Another man would of had you and the other girls stripped naked by dinner-time, Pamela, and probably involved in a wild orgy that very first night. He would take you to his bedroom - one at a time or even in twos or threes - and have his way with you, with little to no regard for your emotions or physical safety."

Pamela made a face. "I would not have liked that."

"As I said," Kristanna chirped, "Jeremy is complex. You could easily envision this happening with a man who spends all that money to bring six bi-sexual women with him to a secluded island in the middle of the ocean. It would be so easy to imagine an endless array of sex where your will is bent and you are forced to do things that you don't want to, yet you have no choice because of that pay-out at the end."

"Not with Jeremy, though. Instead of all that, Jeremy goes out of his way to make you feel 100 percent comfortable and at ease. You and your feelings, your well-being, are of far greater importance to him than anything he could possibly derive or gain from you - be it sexual or otherwise."

"And that extends to our marriage, and the relationships Jeremy now has with Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy," Kristanna advised Pamela. "Jeremy does whatever it takes to make us happy. He is always putting us first. He creates time for all of us; he makes us feel so very special and cherished."

"I feel more loved and taken care of by Jeremy than I have by any other man at any point in my life, despite the fact that he has four other women to tend to and make happy on a daily basis," my wife added. "I do not feel his loyalties are split, or divided up into sections. Jeremy does a wonderful job making sure that no one feels left out."

"Of course, there are some sacrifices on my part. I'm not going to lie to you and say there aren't. But there are no issues or problems whatsoever. This is the type of life we have chosen to live."

Kristanna patted my shoulder with her right hand and added, "Jeremy is so busy loving and trying to make sure all of us are taken care of and happy, he oftentimes is oblivious to just how strongly each and every one of us feels about him." Kristanna giggled and caressed my neck with that same hand, now saying, "That is one reason why we constantly tell Jeremy how much we love him. We like to remind him."

I raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Are you claiming that I am insecure?"

"Insecure isn't the right word," Kristanna told me. "I just think that you're still getting used to actually having people around you who love and care for you on a daily basis. Remember, you spent 16 years on the island all by yourself. You had VERY minimal contact from the outside world, Jeremy. The other girls have only been in your life for six months. I think you need to get more used to having them around - and further removed from those 16 years of solitude - and things will only continue to improve."

"You are light years different than how I remember you from just five or six months ago," Pamela observed.

"Oh?" I countered. "How so? Hopefully not in a bad way?"

"Not at all," Pamela answered. "You just seem much more confidant and assured of yourself, Jeremy. I see the way you have dealt with and spoken to the other girls since I came back to the island last week. You are still the same super sweet guy that I fell in love with, but you are much more take-charge than I ever remember you being. I suppose being the only man amongst five women who love and care for you unconditionally can do that to a person."

"I'd like to make it six."

"SEE?" Pamela exclaimed, giggling. "You would have never said that to me earlier in the year, Jeremy. You may have thought it, but you would have been too apprehensive to actually say it. You are becoming much more comfortable around others, and thus, your true nature is coming out."

"I would like for Jeremy to have six women as well," Kristanna murmured, now grasping Pamela's right wrist and squeezing it lovingly. Pamela gulped her throat in response as Kristanna continued, "That is our only goal right now, honey. We want you to commit to us. Give us the opportunity to make you happy ... let us make all your dreams come true."

Pamela broke free of my wife's clutches, then turned and took a few steps away from us here in the main bridge of the boat with a distressed look upon her face. This seemed to agitate Kristanna somewhat, but she refused to let it show with her words - or the ongoing sales pitch to Pamela.

"Jeremy is the type of guy who, if he lived in Baltimore, he would go to your strip club just to talk to you," Kristanna mused. "He would pay you, too. Say he is a normal guy with a normal job. I could see him giving you $100 or $150 each time he saw you. And all he would want is to talk."

"I have no doubt about that," Pamela surmised. "All he has ever really wanted to do with me is talk."

"You would be a stripper," Kristanna said to Pamela, "but Jeremy would not want you to strip. He would be much more interested in you as a person that he would pay you simply to talk to him. He would not even look at you, or think of you, as a stripper. Jeremy is not that type of guy. But he would still compelled to pay you. Once he got to know you, though, he would never want you to dance for him."

"I know!" Pamela reiterated, chuckling. "I gave Jeremy two lap dances this past summer, then all of a sudden he told me one day that he never wanted me to dance for him again - even though I know it aroused him beyond belief both times."

"I don't like seeing you in that light, Pamela," I told her. "I don't like you parading yourself about like that. You're so much better than a stripper. So much better."

"I'm not a stripper anymore. But, I would still like to dance again one day for you, Jeremy. I would dance for you not because you are a customer and you are paying me money, but rather because I love you. There's a big difference."

"And that is why I say Jeremy is such a unique, complex man," Kristanna nodded. "He is the type of man who has no problem going to a strip club, yet he would be far more interested in talking to all of the girls and learning about them as people than he would actually getting lap dances from them. Jeremy will bring a group of bi-sexual women to his island - like he did earlier this year - and do everything he can to make it seem like a sex resort beforehand. Yet when the time actually comes, it is anything but."

There was still an hour or so left before the three of us reached landfall and the Port of Callao in downtown Lima. Kristanna and Pamela each had a doctor appointment later today; Kristanna had her first prenatal examination at my personal physician, and Pamela was getting a follow-up to her heart scare from last week at a local hospital. I had all of her necessary test results and paperwork with me.

Since Kristanna and I were basically spending the entire day with Pamela - including a grand total of eight hours on the boat (it was a four hour trip both to and from Lima by water) - our primary goal was for her to have finally made a commitment to us and our way of life by the time we returned to the island sometime later tonight.

"What do you think of the island and everything you have witnessed since returning?" Kristanna asked Pamela, perhaps wanting to change the subject and get more to the point. "It is very difficult to figure out what you are thinking or feeling at certain times," my wife added. "I cannot really tell what your thoughts are, Pamela. Nor can I gauge them. You are ... very mysterious, in your own right."

"I'm doing my absolute best to give this crazy life that the two of you lead a chance," she responded. "It's hard, though. I have just always thought that a relationship or marriage should be where two people - and only two people - totally devote themselves to each other."

"No one will ever love you as much as Jeremy," Kristanna told her, rather bluntly. "No one will ever work as hard and do whatever it takes to make you happy than will Jeremy. I just want you to realize that, Pamela, and factor it into your decision. There will be no second chances or coming back and changing your mind this time should you turn this down. Also realize that the five of us - myself, Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - will do whatever we can to make the transition for you into our way of life as seamless and as easy as humanly possible. You may not have the type of relationship that you find ideal - a monogamous, one-on-one marriage - but I can guarantee you that what we offer is more rewarding - and MUCH more fulfilling - than any relationship you'll find elsewhere. I promise you that."

"I do realize all of that," Pamela assured her. "All of the things you just said are the only reason why I agreed to come back to the island in the first place and, even more importantly, why I am still here. I realize it full well..."

"Ask any of the other girls," Kristanna suggested. "All of them are incredibly happy. They have no complaints with our life and how it is going. There is no jealousy or resentment. We do not even know what those words mean."

"Each and every single one of the girls tells me that they are much happier now than they ever have been before," Pamela admitted. "I was talking about it with Amy really early this morning before we left. She told me that I needed to stay."

"Then what is the hold up?" Kristanna insisted. "What is stopping you from throwing everything down and agreeing to stay with us? I just don't quite understand."

"Krissy..." I said, extending my hand, wanting her to back off just a bit. I did not want Pamela to feel as if she was pressured into any decision - even if it was the one Kristanna and I wanted. Pamela needed to do this on her own time and, even more importantly, at her own speed.

"No," Kristanna shot back, defiant. "I do not understand. You and Amy were room-mates and the best of friends during the summer, Pamela, and you went to bed with her nearly every night. Trish and Lindsay spent all last evening trying to convince you that you need to stay and build a life with us. By all accounts, you had an awesome time with them both. Little Lindsay is especially adamant about wanting you to stay, and you and Trish have been good friends from the very outset. You already know what I want. There is so much love and happiness waiting for you with us if you just accept it. I simply do not understand what your hesitation is. Is there something that you're not telling us?"

"KRISSY!" I snapped, angry at her. How often did I raise my voice at my precious bride, even if it was just a tiny bit? "Let Pamela make her own decision. DO NOT pressure her!"

Kristanna glared at me for a moment, then took a long, deep breath, and re-focused upon Pamela. "We're not tying you down and saying that you can never leave us if you decide six months or a year from now, or three years from now, that our lifestyle is ultimately not for you. Like any relationship, you are free to leave at any time, Pamela. No one will tie you down, or forever hold you to us."

"Jeremy and I both realize that there may come a day when Trish and Lindsay leave us. We do not like to think about that, but it is a possibility. Or Devvy may leave. Amy may leave. No one can envision any of that happening ... but anything is truly possible. That's how life is. None of them are tied down or bound to us. Neither would you be."

"This is a secret, Pamela, but this is why I am taking the marriage thing slow," I told her. "I don't want to jump into marriage with all four of the girls at once. If I marry any of them, or even all of them, I want to be 100 percent certain that it is going to be a life-long commitment. The only one I truly feel that way about right now is Krissy."

"And we're married," Kristanna beamed, extending her right hand and showcasing her dazzling bridal ring for Pamela.

"Do not get me wrong," I said, wanting to clarify my remarks. "I myself, am ready to marry each and every single one of them. I feel that strongly about each of the girls. I just need to be certain that their feelings for me are the same. They claim they are, and each of them may truly and positively believe that in their hearts, but I need to know it myself. I do not take the idea of marriage lightly."

"Amy often wonders why you and her are not married yet, or at least have some sort of pending plans for it."

"Amy and I are close," I informed Kristanna. "Very close. It may become official a lot sooner than you think."

"Well..." Pamela breathed, getting a word in for the first time in a few moments. She paused and appeared totally lost in thought briefly, but then nodded her head and offered a relieved smile. "You and Krissy never have to worry about the possibility of me leaving, Jeremy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and be a part of the family."

Kristanna brought both hands to her mouth and sighed in utter joy as I did a double-take because of those words. Did Pamela just say what I think she said? Not only was that quick and sudden, but it was completely out of the blue!

"There is no hold up now that I got past my own stubborn nature," Pamela told us, her body trembling with raw emotion, as she was on the verge of breaking down and crying. She latched onto Kristanna's wrists with both hands and pulled her close. "I ... I would be honored if you allowed me into your marriage and home, Krissy, and let me be a part of it."

"You know I will!"

Both ladies began sobbing as they embraced each other in unison. "Thank y-you for th-the second ch-chance, Krissy!" Pamela gushed at her. "Thank you for everything you have done to make this happen for me! You ... you keep going on about how tr-truly special and unique of a p-p-person Jeremy is. There is NO ONE like you! NO ONE! I have come across many women in my lifetime, but I have never met one as kind and as compassionate, and as forgiving, as you..."

Pamela broke free of Kristanna, only to then focus upon me and laugh in pure happiness. Pamela kissed me directly on the forehead and boldly proclaimed, "Kristanna will one day be my wife." A kiss on my eyebrow. "Amy will be my wife." Chin. "Lindsay will be my wife." Cheek. "Trish will be my wife." Nose. "Devon will be my wife." Finally, my mouth. "Yes, Jeremy ... YES! I accept your offer! I will stay with you forever, and one day I will be YOUR wife!"

"Oh God, sweetheart," I moaned in response, almost ready to lose it myself. I had wanted a commitment from Pamela for such a long time, but never thought that I would actually get one. My entire body; my soul, was buzzing with heated sensations. I had dreamed of this exact scenario happening for so long. Now that it was a reality, I could not believe it. I suddenly felt overwhelmed! Absolutely overwhelmed!

Tears of joy formed within Pamela's eyes as she added, "It would be foolish of me not to stay! I ... we'll make it work. We will. All I know is that I love you, Jeremy, and I want to be with you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"

Still laughing and sobbing simultaneously, Pamela glanced at Kristanna's stomach for an instant and then pressed her forehead upon mine and looked me straight in the eyes. "I want you to get me pregnant too, Jeremy! Krissy's child is going to need a little brother or sister, you know!"

And with that, I did lose it.

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The rest of the voyage to Lima was an absolute blur to me. My mind was in such a haze - an absolute state of euphoria - because Kristanna and I had some way, some how, finally reeled Pamela back into the proverbial nest. All six of my precious little chicks were now home, so to speak, and under my watch, and I was never going to let anything - or anyone - change that. My life could not get any better than this!

I honestly do not remember much about Kristanna's visit to Dr. Larrauri other than sitting in the waiting room with Pamela and holding her hand. The female receptionist, who knew full well that Kristanna was my wife, seemed to be dazed and confused in her own right as Pamela and I cooed and cavorted together in the lobby like two long-lost lovers.

I was naturally a very modest and reserved type - and would have usually kept my affection for Pamela under wraps in such a public location. Right now, however, I simply did not care. I was too happy and too elated to care.

But thanks to the greatest and most understanding spouse in the entire universe, Kristanna tells me (for the sake of this story) that she saw the doctor for a good 90 minutes.

Dr. Larrauri wanted to know about her health history and what medications and vitamins she was currently taking, and why. He was also curious as to any serious illnesses that were present in her family; he already knew that various types of cancer ran in mine.

Kristanna says that the doctor was extremely thorough and considerate with her. He answered all of her questions and spoke to her about any anxieties and worries she had concerning how her life was going to be forever changed from this point forward. Dr. Larrauri also gave Kristanna a full examination and drew blood for a wide array of tests.

In addition, he determined that Kristanna was five weeks pregnant, and that our child's due date was July 27, 2014.

Just as Devon predicted yesterday, Kristanna did not get to actually see our baby. Dr. Larrauri said he did not do ultrasounds until the mother was at least eight weeks along in her pregnancy. He explained to Kristanna that right now, there was simply not much to see.

I actually do recall talking with the physician after Kristanna's appointment was complete. I explained to him that we were leaving to go to the United States and Canada for our round of Christmas visits in just three days, and eventually back to our home in Norway. I told Dr. Larrauri, who I had been a patient of for 16 years, that with my wife now being pregnant, I honestly did not know when we would be back in this part of the world.

Thus, I explained to him, it was vitally important that we get all of her test results back as quickly as possible. I did not want to be visiting family later this week in Ohio, only to get a telephone call from Peru saying that there was a complication or anomaly with Kristanna's pregnancy because of the results of one of her blood tests.