Island Fever Ch. 21

Chapter 21: "Rapprochment"

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Dear Applicant,

Thank you for your interest in Project: Island Fever. My name is Jeremy and, as the overseer of this program, I am extremely pleased that you would like more information on spending six weeks of your life with me on the island that I call home in the South Pacific. To begin the application process, I respectfully request that you fill out the basic information sheet that you see below and mail it back to me by no later than December 31, 2012. If there are any questions that you prefer not to answer (or do not know the answer to), you may simply leave them blank.

Once your basic information sheet is received, it will be evaluated and reviewed and, if it meets certain criteria, you will receive a more detailed application and accompanying questionnaire in the mail by no later than January 21, 2013.

If you are one of the (only) six women who are ultimately chosen to take part in Project: Island Fever, you will be compensated for your time, effort and energy at no less than $100,000 USD. Much more information concerning compensation and what will be expected of you is available in the 19 page booklet that was also included in this mailing.

If, for whatever reason, you are no longer interested in taking part in this project, simply discard this letter and do not respond. You will not be contacted/bothered again. I hope that you are interested, though, and that you take the time to fill out the following information sheet and send it back to me at the return address listed on the previous page. Remember, the deadline date is December 31, 2012!

Thank you -- Jeremy [Last Name]

Please answer the questions below in your own words:

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FULL NAME: Pamela Annabeth [Last Name]
ADDRESS: [Street Address]
[City Name], MD [Zip Code]
HOME TELEPHONE: (410)xxx-xxxx
CELL TELEPHONE: (410)xxx-xxxx
E-MAIL ADDRESS: [Username]@Yahoo.com
BIRTHDATE: 1/5/1983 ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn
WHERE BORN: Nottingham, MD
FATHER NAME: John
MOTHER NAME: Carol
BROTHERS AND SISTERS, NAMES AND AGES:
Two sisters - Paula (34) and Candice (26)
PETS - WHAT KINDS AND NAMES:
Hadley, a golden retriever dog
HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE?: Yes
DID/ARE YOU ATTEND/ING COLLEGE?: Yes
IF YES, WHERE?: Towson University
ARE YOU STILL ATTENDING?: Yes
DID YOU GRADUATE?: No
COLLEGE DEGREE?: No
EMPLOYED AS: Exotic Dancer
EMPLOYED WHERE: [Strip Club Name] in [City Name], MD
LENGTH OF EMPLOYMENT: 11 years
MOST PREVIOUS JOB (IF ANY):
McDonald's (1998-2002)

-- PERSONAL STATISTICS --

HEIGHT: 5-6 COLOR HAIR: Blonde
WEIGHT: 120 COLOR EYES: Brown
SHIRT SIZE: Medium
DRESS SIZE: 4 - 5
TROUSER, IN-SEAM:
SHOE SIZE: 8-M
MEASUREMENTS: 38D-24-35
RING SIZE: 4-1/2

-- FAVORITES --

ACTOR: Matt Damon
ACTRESS: Mila Kunis
SINGER: Christina Aguilera
FOOD: Tacos!
CITY: Washington, DC
COUNTRY (OTHER THAN USA):
ANIMAL: Dog
FLOWER: Lilacs
CAR: Lotus Elise
TV SHOW: Game of Thrones
MOVIE: Titanic
PERFUME: Very Sexy by Victoria's Secret COLOR: Yellow
STYLE OF CLOTHES: Form-fitting?

FAVORITE EVENING ON THE TOWN (DESCRIBE IN DETAIL):
I'm not the type to go out often; a romantic
night at home is more my style. But when I
do go out, I prefer it to be fun. Perhaps a
nice dinner and movie, then something simple
like ice skating or a moonlit boat ride on
the lake or in the ocean.

WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A MALE/FEMALE?:
Honesty and sincerity are the two biggest
traits. I want someone to look past what
I do for a living and get to know and love
me as a person. No luck so far.

DESCRIBE YOUR CURRENT FANTASY IN DETAIL:
To overcome the deficiencies that I have and
achieve my potential as a human being. In my
utopia I would not have to hide anything
about myself, be it my job or otherwise. I
would have the motivation to start and end
tasks when they appear. My life would be free
of stress and sleepless nights. I would be
happy because I am productive and successful,
and have a positive influence on friends and
family alike. (I hope this question was not
of the sexual nature. If so, sorry!)

MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT:
Years ago I was in the hospital recovering
from surgery and was really amped up on
medication. My mom and dad came to visit
and I felt uncomfortable to be lying there
in just a hospital gown in front of dad, so
I decided to cover myself. I went to grab
the sheet, but grabbed the hospital gown
instead and pulled it right up to my neck.
So there I was in all my naked glory,
clutching the hospital gown tightly while
my dad squirmed and did his best to look
away. Being in a drug induced haze I
slapped at my mom's hand as she tried to
pull the gown back down, wondering why she
would try to do such a thing (I thought I
was clutching a bed sheet or cover). It
took me a few seconds to realize what was
happening; I felt embarassed and apologized
to my dad for such an awkward situation.

LIST SOME PREFERRED HOBBIES:

READING! I LOVE to read! Give me any just
about any book and I will be a happy gal.

PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOURSELF AS A PERSON:
I am a passive person. I am sweet. I think
I am kind and gentle, too. I am not the
impulsive type; I like to think things
through and make informed decisions. I am
conservative - especially with money. I
have plenty of insecurities and sometimes
dwell too much on them. And I hate it when
others judge me. Doesn't everybody?


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Sighing, I took a deep breath and shook my head as I reviewed Pamela's initial application - dated 12/26/2012 - for the island here within my private suite. Following a highly emotional evening when Pamela claimed that she no longer wanted me to be in her life - because I eavesdropped on her and the others with the help of the voyeur room - preceded by the surprise proclamation of love between Kristanna and yours truly, I felt drained. Totally drained.

I looked at the starter applications for all of the ladies quite often. I do not know exactly why, but it was a hobby of mine when given the opportunity. I even made mention of Devon's application in an earlier chapter. This morning, however, I had read and reviewed Pamela's personal file a countless number of times. What happened last night with her was quite painful. It was beyond painful.

Although I had every intention of pursuing a bona-fide relationship and commitment with Kristanna, I still felt horribly downtrodden and guilty because Pamela was so angry at me. Of course, she had every right to be. Who could blame her? I had betrayed Pamela's trust and violated her privacy - as well as all of the others' - by eavesdropping on them in their most private and intimate moments.

A frown came to my face as I admired Pamela's stylish, elegant handwriting in blue upon the application. I never thought that I could have a worse, more pitiful feeling than I did when Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the altar for another woman some 20 years ago. The events of that fateful day nearly destroyed my psyche.

Believe it or not, though, but Pamela being so horribly upset at me and my actions was much more damaging than what Victoria had ever done to me. I felt terrible because, essentially, I had hurt Pamela. That was the worst thing of all. I was the one to blame. No one else was at fault.

My wish was that I could have the opportunity to explain to Pamela that the voyeur room was nothing but a harmless kink of mine. I did not eavesdrop on her and the others with any malice in my heart. I did not sell the computer files and DVD discs for profit. Nor was there a feed of everything that happened here broadcasting live on the Internet. But I had literally zero chance of being able to convince Pamela of this because she refused to talk to me.

Like any normal man if put in my position, I simply enjoyed watching the girls in their private moments. I do not believe that there is any man out there in the world who would not do the same, exact thing that I do if presented with the opportunity. The voyeur room gave me an additional insight to who all of the girls were as people.

In my mind, at least, my voyeuristic tendencies were quite harmless. I did nothing wrong with the footage. Nothing at all. Was it wrong of me to eavesdrop on them in their private moments? Yes, it was. Absolutely. I was not disputing that. But things stopped there. The footage did not go beyond my eyes (or Kristanna's). The archives would not fall into the wrong hands. I would never allow it.

Unfortunately, Pamela did not see things that way. Even worse, she absolutely refused to speak with me anymore. Thus, I did not even have the opportunity to get her to see things my way. Someone who once had pure, genuine feelings for me now hated me with a passion. It was all my fault.

Pamela had originally come to my room last night, I presume, to profess her undying love and devotion for me. That was the general vibe I got, at least, judging by her conversation with Trish from the central room just moments earlier. I kind of messed that whole thing up, huh?

"Where is Kristanna?" I asked out loud, glancing at my wristwatch. My Norwegian angel said at 8:03am that she was going off to the kitchen to grab us an early breakfast - perhaps a couple of doughnuts and some milk. That was 15 minutes ago. Kristanna should have been back by now.

Curious, I took another deep breath and then glanced at the opposite wall, which concealed the voyeur room. After a moment or two of thought, I nodded my head and slowly rose to my feet. The voyeur room would tell me where Kristanna - plus my milk and doughnuts morning snack - was. That was another thing. I skipped dinner last evening and now, as a result, felt incredibly hungry.

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A short time later, my eyes swelled with an equal amount of interest and fright as I spotted Kristanna engaged with Pamela in what appeared to be a heated argument on one of the surveillance monitors here within the voyeur room. From my initial glance, at least, it seemed as if Kristanna was giving Pamela a hard lecture in the foyer.

"Go away, Kristanna!" Pamela demanded, obviously upset.

Defiant, the 23-year-old shook her head and snapped, "I am sorry, but I am not about to go away. Think about what you are doing, Pamela. Think about what you are saying. Get a grip on yourself! You don't want to leave Jeremy."

"Go away!" Pamela insisted once more, her arms now folded.

"Are you really going to leave Jeremy?"

"It's not fair that he spies on us!"

"Who cares about fair? It is love, Pamela. Love. Love is not fair sometimes, but it is still there. It is the single, greatest feeling in the whole, wide world. You and Jeremy are so right for one another. Why give that up?"

"What do you think I should do?" Pamela huffed. "Should I go back to Jeremy and throw my arms around him, forgive him?"

"I see no reason why you shouldn't."

"I don't know who Jeremy is!" Pamela roared. "I thought I did, but I don't. I cannot believe that he spies on us! No decent, upstanding man would do such a thing!"

Kristanna shifted her weight from one foot to the other and stared at Pamela with both hands on her hips. "Jeremy is the type of man that comes around once in a lifetime. I know that, Pamela, and so do you. He would do anything for you. He would risk everything to be with you." Kristanna hesitated for a moment, then added, "And you're about to walk away from him because you don't like a little kink of his?"

"A LITTLE KINK?" Pamela erupted. "I mean, seriously? Is that what you call it? A LITTLE KINK?"

"Yes. And a harmless one at that."

It was at this moment in time when I fully realized that Kristanna was attempting to reconcile Pamela with me. That was great and everything ... but why would Kristanna want to do that? After last night, at least, Kristanna and I had mutually agreed to pursue a relationship with each other from now on. Had she changed her mind?

"If Jeremy is not the one for you, Pamela, walk away. Break the man's heart. You just BETTER MAKE SURE that you do not have any second thoughts about it, because there is no coming back. Myself, I do know that Jeremy thinks the absolute world of you. I have known the man for four years. Four years! I have never seen him any happier than he has been when with you during these past couple of weeks. You want to give everything up, Pamela, all because you do not like a small portion of who he is as a whole person?" Kristanna shook her and added, "If so ... then you are crazy. You are crazy, and stupid. VERY stupid."

"I am not stupid!"

"I love Jeremy, Pamela. I want him to be happy. It is all that I have ever wanted for him. He is a wonderful man, a great man who would do anything to make you happy. How many times have you told me this yourself? Never again will you find a man who is more sincere, thoughtful and loving than Jeremy. HOW MANY TIMES have you told me that same, exact thing? How many times have you talked in such glowing terms about him to your two best friends on the island, Trish and Amy? Have they ever disagreed with you?"

"Think about what you are giving up," Kristanna continued, her speech strong, and full of passion. "If there is any part of you that still wants to love Jeremy, find it, and draw from it. Dig deep and find it."

"But I can guarantee you one thing, Pamela. Go home like you claim that you want to do. Do it. A week from now, you are going to be so incredibly mad at yourself for making the single, biggest mistake of your entire life."

"Think about all of the many times since you and I met each other that you have told me how attracted you are to Jeremy. Think about all of the times that you have told me that he is the sweetest and most wonderful man you have ever met. No man could be more wonderful than Jeremy. You have told me that a COUNTLESS number of times. Think about it, Pamela. Use your brain. DON'T DO THIS. DON'T LEAVE."

"Go ahead if you want to," Kristanna sniped, pointing toward the closed door of the foyer. "Go ahead and leave. LEAVE! Go back to your life in Maryland. Go back to the strip club where you bump and grind on stranger's lap after stranger's lap for dollar bills, and maybe the occasional five or ten. Go back to your old life and get treated like an inanimate object by every single customer you talk to and come across. Go back to it!"

Kristanna nodded her head for emphasis. "If you think that life is better than what Jeremy - as well as myself - would provide you with here on the island, be my guest. Go right ahead, and go home. I will wish you the best."

Finally able to get a word in edge-wise, Pamela stayed on the defensive by countering, "You don't think that Jeremy is doing anything wrong with all those hidden video cameras?"

"No."

Pamela threw her arm out in pure anger and huffed, "Well, of course you don't think so! You are in on it with him! You know all about him spying on us!"

"You already know that you and all of the other girls were brought here because Jeremy was hoping to meet his eventual bride," Kristanna said. "The original intent of the voyeur room - that is what we call it - was that Jeremy could listen in to what everyone said about him behind his back. The man is worth two billion dollars in American money, Pamela. He wanted to be sure that whomever he chose to be with liked him for the type of person that he is ... NOT his bank account."

"Money never once entered into my line of thinking when it came to Jeremy!" Pamela seemed even more upset now. "I could care less if he has two billion dollars or two cents! All I have ever wanted is someone who is nice and loving ... someone who treats me good. Someone who is HONEST! Until last night, I thought that person was Jeremy!"

"No man is more honest than Jeremy."

"BULLSHIT!" Pamela exploded, which caused me to hang my head low here in the voyeur room. Obviously, she was very angry now. I had never heard Pamela use such a hateful tone of voice - or that specific word - until just now.

"How did he lie to you?" Kristanna insisted. "How was he dishonest with you? Everything that man has said to you, Pamela, has been the God's honest truth. The one thing that he held back from you - the voyeur room - he fessed up about it. But he was honest about it. It took some time, yes, but he eventually fessed up about it and came clean. Jeremy NEVER ONCE lied to you. He would NEVER lie to you."

Pamela folded her arms and glared at Kristanna. "I do not see how you can possibly stand up for him like this!"

"The voyeur room made Jeremy notice you and realize that your feelings for him were totally pure and sincere a lot quicker than he would have without it," Kristanna advised her. "Jeremy is paranoid, Pamela. Anyone with the amount of money that he has is paranoid when it comes to dating and relationships. But thanks to the voyeur room, he heard all of the many wonderful things that you said about him to the others on the island. About how you were in love with him from the very outset. Jeremy's ultimate fear is that he will fall in love with some gold-digger who cares only about his money and not him, marry her and then, a year or two later, she files for divorce and cleans out his bank account. That would probably not hurt him all that much. What WOULD hurt him, though, is that he thought the woman was in love with him when, in fact, she wasn't. Jeremy is in no condition to have his heart broken AGAIN."

Kristanna paused for a brief moment, then continued, "He wants the same things out of life that you do, Pamela. The same, exact things. He wants to be loved. He wants to know that the love is pure and sincere. Jeremy wants to be happy. That man cares about you so very much. YOU care about him."

Upset, Pamela actually growled like a wild animal. "You keep going on about Jeremy and how wonderful he is. You say I should look past this ONE LITTLE INDISCRETION of his ... a LITTLE KINK you called it, I believe. Let me tell you something - spying on us with hidden cameras is NOT a LITTLE INDISCRETION. It is NOT a minor thing."

"Being a stripper for the past 11 years is not a minor thing, either." With those words, Kristanna seemed to upset Pamela even more. "But you know what? Jeremy looked past it. Jeremy looked right past the fact that you are a stripper, Pamela. He looked past the fact that you have bumped and ground your ass - your MONEY-MAKER - over tens of thousands of cocks throughout the years."

Now, Pamela brought a hand to her face and almost started to cry. Ashamed, she hid her face from Kristanna.

"Jeremy looked past that," the Norwegian continued. "He looked past that indiscretion of yours and all he really saw was a warm, beautiful, friendly woman with a pretty smile and a heart of pure gold. He also saw a woman who, just like him, was lonely, and in need of some serious T-L-C."

"Jeremy doesn't look at you as a stripper, Pamela. He isn't wired that way. Jeremy doesn't even THINK of you as a stripper. You know what he envisions you as? A librarian. Jeremy says you would make a good librarian." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and said, "Considering how much you love books, I really cannot disagree with him on that."

"In fact, Jeremy looks past the indiscretions of almost EVERYONE," she continued. "He refuses to look at you as a stripper, Pamela. He told me that he never even wants you to give him a lap dance again - no matter how much it turns him on. Look at Amy. Jeremy keeps saying that she is a good and genuine person. I do not want to say that he ignores it, but he looks past the fact that Amy is trying to manipulate Lindsay for her own greed. He looks past the fact that Amy is so brash and can be so offensive at times, and all he sees is this good and genuine person that we keep hearing she is."