Island Paradise 25

"Jeremy, I want to go home."

"WHAT?" Those words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I want to go home," Trish reiterated, still visibly upset

over what transpired yesterday afternoon in her ongoing soap opera with Lindsay and Amy. Having just knocked on the door of my personal suite, Trish had dropped a bomb on me. I was in no way, shape or form, prepared for it.

"I don't want to be here any longer," she added. "I want to go back home to Canada. Today. Right now."

I shook my head in disbelief as my body trembled with hurt and denial. I had already lost one woman this way. However, Gianna left us so very early in the summer that she had been easily replaced by Lisa.

Losing Trish, or any of the others since they have all been here for six weeks, would be simply catastrophic. How could she possibly be replaced? I didn't want to replace Trish, or any of the others. I wanted them all to stay.

"Why... why do you want to go home?" I asked her, still in a definite state of shock.

Trish pouted as a welt of tears began to form in her eyes before saying, "Lindsay. If I can't have her, I don't want to be here anymore. It will just hurt me too much to see her and Amy together the rest of the summer. NO ONE loves Lindsay more than I do. But I can't bear the thought of not only her and Amy together, but Amy getting her into porn too. Amy doesn't love Lindsay. I do. She just wants to use her as a springboard for her own success."

"I don't want you to leave us," I quietly told her.

Trish shook her head. "I can't help that. I've thought

about it and have made up my mind. I want to go home. I cannot stand having to watch Amy corrupt Lindsay any more than she already has. It hurts me to see them together."

I shook my head while frowning. I did not want to have to go through with this.

"Lindsay loves me too," Trish said. "That may be the worst thing of all, in this whole mess. She loves me, but Amy has planted so many ideas in her head about how she will become a big-time porn star that Lindsay is blinded. All she sees is the fame and fortune of being in Hollywood." Trish paused and then added, "But in reality, all she will really get from porn is despair and misery. Lindsay is much too sweet and wholesome to get into those nasty movies."

"I understand your point, Trish, but..."

"I want to go home," she cut me off. "I want you to get

me a ticket to Toronto and call your helicopter pilot friend so he can take me to the airport on the mainland. I don't even care if there are four or five change-overs along the way. I just want to be back home in Toronto. Immediately."

I certainly understood Trish's reasoning. I also made a promise to myself before the summer began that if any of the ladies wanted to go home at any time - for any reason - I would offer them no resistance.

However, this situation was unique.

"Can I ask you to stay here for another 24 hours?" was my question. "If you still want to go home by this time tomorrow, I will have you on a flight. I promise you."

"What's the point of staying here another 24 hours?" she asked, curious. "It will just prolong my hurt."

I shook my head at her. "No. I'm going to have a talk with Lindsay about you." Trish's eyes re-focused upon mine as I said those words. "I am. Isn't that what you want, Trish? You want Lindsay for yourself?"

"Yeah... I do," she replied. "But more than that, I do not want her to get into porn. That is what hurts me most of all. She is not a cheap, low-budget slut like Amy is."

"Amy is not such a horrible person," I told Trish. "In fact, I think she is very nice and personable. Sure, she may have wild tastes when it comes to sex. But she is not as horrible or as shallow as you make her out to be."

"She wants Lindsay to get into porn," Trish said in an odd tone. "That's horrible by itself."

"Amy is not lying to her, Trish," I countered. "Lindsay probably would be a super-star if she got into adult films." Trish shot me a look before I continued, "However, that is not what I am worried about. My concern is for Lindsay the person. I have thought about it myself too, dear. I do not think Lindsay would survive a year in porn. She would lose all of her dignity and self-respect, and have regrets."

"I agree with you there," Trish said. "But hey... if you think you can talk some sense into her - by all means, good luck. She has pretty much already made up her mind about being in porn, though. I guess I can stay 24 hours more."

"Good, I appreciate that," I told her, in relief.

"Lindsay is at the age where she wants to rebel and

experience new things," Trish mused. "I understand that. I also understand that Amy must seem really exciting to her. But I just wish she would realize that the best place for her is with ME." Trish held back the tears while saying, "I love Lindsay with all of my heart. I would give her everything I possibly could in life. I have many friends, and she could experience them too. I'd make her a million times more happy than if she got into porn."

"I know you love her, Trish," I said, trying to hold back my own emotion. "I'll see what I can do."

* * *

Unfortunately, I found myself in a situation where there was no choice for me but to interject myself right into the middle of things. I wanted no part of this love triangle.

However, if I did not step in and intervene, then I would lose Trish for the rest of the summer. I could not stand to lose another one of my ladies like this. Gianna was bad enough - and she was only here for a very short time.

* * *

Using my voyeur room as a guide, I was delighted sometime later to find Lindsay all by herself in the recreation room. She was lounging on one of the big floor cushions, reading a magazine about teen idols and music stars. This would be a perfect opportunity for me to talk to her - considering how she was alone, and everyone else was occupied elsewhere. We could actually have some privacy, for a serious discussion.

I exited my personal suite and made a frantic dash toward the recreation room. Once there, Lindsay looked up at me with both a charming smile, and a friendly wave of the hand. "Hi there, Jeremy!" Lindsay was such a sweetheart...

I returned her smile with one of my own, before offering a frown. This was going to be difficult. "Can I talk to you for a little while, honey?" Where do I start? "I really have no idea how to say this."

"What is it?" she asked, putting the magazine down and offering me her full attention. "Is there something wrong?"

I took a deep breath while settling down upon the floor next to her. "There are a couple of things I want to talk to you about, Lindsay. None of them are really any good."

"Oh..." the blonde said, a distressed look on her face.

"Well... I'm here. Talk to me."

I breathed heavily once more before saying, "Why do you want to get into porn?"

Lindsay's expression first showed confusion, then a bit of distress and even anger. I'm not quite sure what her true initial reaction was to my question.

"I want to get into porn because it sounds like fun," was her vocal response for me. "Amy and I will have a lot of fun in porn. We'll tear the sets down!" She went from all those negative ranges of emotion, to a truly positive one in less than two seconds. Youthful exuberance was incredible.

"You'll tear the sets down?" I asked her, my eyes wide. "Strong talk... especially coming from a girl who until six weeks ago, was a virgin."

Lindsay's eyes grew big at my words. I did not want to bring that up with her, but there really was no choice for me. I had to do so. "Who... who told you that?" She paused and answered her own question, "TRISH!"

"Trish told me, Lindsay, because she cares about you a great deal. She thinks - and I agree with her - that you have no idea what the porn industry is truly like. You do not go to work, have sex, and then go home. There are a lot of pressures and temptations in that business. Many lives are ruined forever because of it." I paused and added, "I personally do not think you are cut out for it."

"Oh?" she said, taking the defensive. "And why's that?"

"Simple," I countered. "You're much too young and much

too inexperienced for it. I mean... look at yourself, Lindsay. The way you are."

"What do you mean?" the 18-year-old asked, confused.

"Out of all the girls here this summer, you are the most

insecure. You'd even admit that yourself. You say your breasts aren't big enough. You think people laugh at your body because you're so petite. You didn't even know if the other girls would like you."

"I'm not insecure anymore," she told me.

"Yes you are," I countered. "You're extremely insecure.

Women who are insecure and not sure about themselves... they get destroyed in porn. Any self-confidence or self-esteem they have - it goes out the window."

"It won't break me," she said, still on the defensive.

"Why did you lie to me?" I quickly asked. "You lied on

your application about your sexual experience. Why?"

"I thought I had to..." she returned, her emotions swaying about once again. "I knew there was no way you would accept me if you had known I was a virgin. I... I wanted that money. I... need that money."

I shook my head while saying, "I don't like liars."

Lindsay gulped her throat and countered, "I'm not in

trouble... am I? I... I'm not a liar, Jeremy. It's not something that I like to do. I... I didn't even think you would accept me anyway. I just put that on there."

"No, you're not in trouble," I told her. "You should know by now that I am a pretty easy-going and understanding sort of guy, Lindsay. You could have come to me a week or two after arriving on the island and told me the truth."

"I thought you may have sent me home without any money," she said in return. "I did think about telling you..." Lindsay wiped a tear from her eye while saying, "I put that on the application just to... well, for whatever reason. I always wished I could be adventurous and wild like that. This... this island is a dream come true for me."

"You don't need porn to be adventurous and wild," I told her. "Porn is more dangerous than anything. Female stars need bodyguards anywhere they go, for fear of being stalked or attacked by obsessed fans."

"Attacked?" Lindsay returned, her expression shaken.

"Yeah," I told her. "You want two or three people

hounding you wherever you go - for your own personal safety? What about if an obsessed fan decides he or she wants you... and will go to all lengths to get you?"

"I didn't think about that..." Lindsay quietly said. My words had DEFINITELY shaken her up.

"You could be adventurous and wild with Trish, honey," I told her, getting to my next point. "She has a whole group of close and intimate friends in Canada. You could be part of that group, too. It would be a lot safer than porn." The blonde was obviously still lost in thought over my prior comments about bodyguards and obsessed fans. "Can I ask you this, sweetheart? Do you love Trish? She loves you."

"Of course I love her."

"Then why do you choose Amy and porn over her?" was my

next question. "I know Amy does not love you the way Trish does. That's not saying anything bad about Amy, either. She only wants you for sex. That is not always bad, of course. But I think Trish could give you so much more."

"Amy told me porn would be exciting..."

"No," I countered. "Porn is bad. Trish loves you with

all of her heart. She would take you to Toronto with her, give you a home, love, everything you could ever ask for. You don't need a camera to be wild and carefree when it comes to sex, sweetheart. You and Trish could tear the walls of Toronto down. You two could rule that city."

"Why did Trish tell you I was a virgin?" Lindsay said.

"Because she thought it was necessary," I responded. "I

hope you do not get angry with her about it. She told me your secret while explaining many of the same things to me, that I am telling you now. She made me see things her way."

"You don't think Amy cares about me?"

I shook my head while saying, "No, I didn't mean it that

way. All I told you was that Amy is out for sex. She wants someone with whom she can break into the porn business with. Amy may love and care about you, but nowhere near the extent that Trish does. You're her entire world, honey. Trish wants nothing but for you to be safe and secure. She would go to all lengths to make sure that happens." I paused and added, "And if you love her too... you should be together."

Lindsay didn't say a word... she was lost in thought.

"Trish loves you so much," I said, "that she came to my suite this morning and said she wanted to go home."

"WHAT?" Lindsay exclaimed.

"Trish said she could not take anymore of this. She

wanted you to be in her life. She basically said that without you, there is no reason for her to stay here."

"She didn't go home, did she?" Lindsay asked, frantic.

"I haven't seen her all day!"

"No, not yet," I replied. "Trish is laying down in Christina's room. She agreed to give me 24 hours to try and change her mind." I paused and added, "The only way that will happen is if you choose her over Amy and porn. "She cannot understand why if you love her so much, you would not want to be with her too."

"But I do want to be with her..." Lindsay returned, almost in a whine. "I just... porn seemed so exciting. That is what Amy made it seem like. But you... you make it sound so dangerous and awful."

"Not the movies, dear," I told her. "The life. I think Amy is the type of person and has the type of attitude to not only survive in porn, but thrive in it as well. You, on the other hand - I think the exact opposite." I paused and added, "That is not saying anything bad about you either, Lindsay. I just don't think you have the right mental make-up or firm will to make it in porn."

I moved closer to Lindsay, and slipped an arm around her shoulder. "I'd love it if, after the summer ended, I could follow you. I could do that if you were in porn. I could watch you grow and evolve for the next several years. I would love that, Lindsay."

I smiled at her and added, "But even more than that, I want what is best for you. I want you to be safe, secure and happy. Even if that means I may never see you again, whether it be on the television screen or in person. Knowing that you and Trish are together and in love... that is what I would love the most. I could live with never seeing you again, as long as you're happy. I would hate to be able to pop you into my VCR or DVD player each day and watch you have sex, but also know that you're unhappy."

"Wow..." she countered, perhaps dumbfounded by my words.

"I'm only telling you all of these things, sweetheart,

because I think it is what is best for you. I love you; I love all the girls here. I want you to be happy."

My smile became wider as I gauged her silent reaction. I could easily tell that Lindsay had turned the corner.

"I could have a lot of wild experiences with Trish and her friends," Lindsay openly speculated. "She has told me about some of them. A few are really kinky, like Torrie. I would not have to worry about bodyguards and obsessed fans if I went to Toronto to be with Trish and her friends."

"You would only have to deal with obsessed boyfriends and girlfriends," I told her, grinning.

YES! Lindsay had made the right decision, which meant Trish would be staying on the island after all. I never knew my words could be so very convincing.

"What about Amy?" the teen-ager said. "I mean, I don't want to hurt her feelings. I just told her this morning that I would break into porn with her."

I shook my head and returned, "I'll talk to Amy, dear.

All I want you to do right now is go to Christina's room. Trish is there. I want you to be with her, Lindsay. She loves you so very much. Talk to her, hug her, kiss her. Tell her that you want to be with her too." I paused and added, "Stay there the entire day if you want to."

Lindsay grinned and countered, "We'll at least need a couple of hours." My cock twitched achingly at those words. The little minx then threw her arms around me and offered a tight embrace. "Thank you, Jeremy."

I kissed the side of her head as our hug soon ended.

"You're very welcome, sweetheart. Now go be with Trish.

You and her belong together."

Lindsay offered another charming smile before she planted a quick kiss upon my lips. Then, she got up and scampered out of the recreation room. Lindsay had a date with Trish!

* * *

While walking back to my personal suite, I had such a wonderful feeling in me. It was one of the best feelings, in fact, that I have ever had in my entire life.

I was a key reason why two people - Lindsay and Trish - would be together, and possibly live out their lives with each other. Just the mere thought of it made me feel all soft and mushy inside. I was so incredibly happy!

* * *

Upon returning to my personal suite, I found that Christina was still in the voyeur room. Of course, this was where I left her before venturing off to talk to Lindsay. She had obviously eavesdropped on our entire conversation.

"Looks like what you said to her worked," Christina told me, pointing to a monitor which showed the two lovers in an emotional, tearful embrace. I smiled at the image, which made Christina nod her head at me.

"You mean everything you said?" she asked. "I know how much Lindsay drives you crazy. You rather not see her in porn, for your own gratification? Even selfishly? You rather see her and Trish together?"

"Of course!" I replied. "I can't believe you would even think otherwise, Christina."

"I'm sorry..." the 20-year-old countered, before looking at the screen again. "Oooooh! They're kissing now! I bet this encounter between them is going to be a memorable one." She grinned and said, "Sit down and watch it with me!"

I smiled at her while shaking my head. Next, I reached over the control panel and flipped both the camera and audio for that room off. Christina looked at me with a confused expression as I then took the videotape out and smashed it upon the floor. I felt really good inside.

"What are you doing?" she asked, in disbelief.

"Now is Trish and Lindsay's time to be together," I told her. "It's their own private time, especially now. We don't need to eavesdrop on them right now."

"You're not getting a soft spot, are you, Jeremy?" she grinned. "Have you turned the corner?"

"Today I have," was my response. "But ONLY for today. We have four more weeks in the voyeur room, Christina. But today... let Trish and Lindsay have their privacy."

She smiled while saying, "You HAVE turned the corner!"

"Perhaps..." I laughed. "But you're still stuck behind

the bend."

"Yeah!" she giggled. "I'll always be there!"

Christina and I laughed a little while longer before I extended my hand to her. "Come on, sweetheart. You and I can think of more exciting things to do together than sit here and watch others have sex."

"We can have sex ourselves!" she exclaimed, taking my hand while getting out of the chair.

"Great minds do think alike," I said while escorting her out of the voyeur room.

* * *

In front of the bed, I slipped behind Christina and put my arms around her, placing both hands upon her breasts in the process. I then caressed and squeezed the firm globes, kneading them through the thin t-shirt and bra she wore underneath. Christina responded to my touch by tilting her head backward, upon my shoulder. I smiled at her reaction while leaning down and splaying kisses upon her tender neck.

Christina sighed with arousal when I rubbed my pelvis hard against her hips. I had an erection which, though it wasn't quite "there" yet, was well on its way. I only added to my own pleasure - as well as hers - by grinding my pelvis hard and fast upon her sweet, firm ass.

I reached down with one hand and swatted her denim-clad backside, which made the 20-year-old giggle with desire.

"What did I do to deserve that?" she playfully asked. "I have been nothing but a good girl all summer long."

"HA!" I laughed, teasing her. I swatted Christina's ass again, making her squirm. "You? A good girl? YOU?" She received another heavy-handed blow. "Christina my dear, you have been nothing but naughty all summer long."

"How so?" she whined.

"You sit in that voyeur room and spy on all the girls," I

told her, peppering the back of her neck with kiss after soft kiss. "It's not nice to spy on others, you know."

"You're one to talk!" Christina exclaimed, giggling.

"The voyeur room was your idea to begin with!"

Ignoring her words, I continued, "Not only do you sit in there and watch, but you masturbate while spying on the others too." Christina laughed as I said that. "Only a very, VERY naughty girl would do something like that."

"You'd NEVER sit in there and masturbate, huh?" she snickered. "Jeremy, you're going to have carpal tunnel syndrome before this summer is all said and done. You sit in that room all day long and do nothing but whack off."

I swatted her ass once again before saying, "And not only do you spy on the girls, but you also spy on ME with those hidden cameras. That, my dear, is the worst thing of all."

"And you don't watch me?" she countered, still playing around. "You have a whole video collection of me, Jeremy!"

"I just think you're a very naughty girl, Christina," I told her in a serious tone. "Women like you need to be spanked, and put in your place. You can't tell me that you don't deserve a good, old-fashioned spanking."

"I very well might," she said, "but then you do, too! It wasn't my idea to put cameras everywhere on the island, so we could sit in the voyeur room and masturbate." She laughed and added, "This was YOUR idea, Jeremy. I may be naughty, but YOU are SINFUL!"

I smiled at her, thinking how much I had just enjoyed that verbal exchange. However, we would now get onto much better things. This promised to be intriguing.

"Take your cut-off shorts off, Christina," I told her, "and pull your panties down."

"I'm not wearing any panties," she said, offering me a goofy expression.

"Then take your shorts off," I instructed. "It's time for a spanking. You're going to stretch out over my lap while I TRY and teach you a lesson. Naughty, BAD girl..."

The cheerful blonde giggled while unbuttoning her denim shorts and sliding them downward. "Okay. But do I get to spank you too, for being such a naughty boy? A sinful boy?"

"I didn't do anything wrong," was my response, as the young vixen stepped out of her shorts. I smiled and licked my lips at the mere sight of the soft, downy-blonde bush nestled snugly between her thighs.

"You didn't do anything wrong?" she sneered, taking my hand and settling herself over my lap as I sat on the bed. "If you didn't... then I didn't, either. But you know that is not the case. Both of us are voyeurs, and perverts." She grinned and added, "So is Pamela, too."

I shook my head at her while rubbing my hands together in anticipation. "You shouldn't say anything bad about my woman, dear. Now, I'm going to have to spank you harder."

"Please do!" she exclaimed, giggling. "I like it hard!"

"You asked for it," I grinned, retracting my right hand before flinging it downward. Christina yelped as the palm of my hand smacked hard against her upturned ass, creating a loud noise in the process. The 20-year-old squirmed about upon my lap, wiggling her taut ass. She wanted some more...

That is what I gave her, of course. I delivered a series of swift, open-hand swats, each landing on different areas of her sweet ass. After the fourth smack in succession, I rubbed my hand rough and fast across her upturned bottom.

"You like that, Chrissy?" I asked, my cock getting hard. I only used that variation of her name when we played a Dominant and submission game such as this.

"Oh yes," she replied, her body writhing in response. "I like it a whole lot. Please... please spank me some more."

Following through on her request, I offered Christina some hard and blistering discipline. I smacked and slapped her tender ass with rapid-fire blows, causing the supple skin to turn crimson red before my very own eyes. Moaning and sighing wildly, Christina's verbal reactions only made me want to spank her just that much harder.

Continuing to straddle that delicate line between pain and pleasure, I slapped Christina's ass with just enough force and impact to provide her with the utmost amount of gratification. I only slowed the motion of my hand once realizing that my cock was about to burst within my shorts.

"Oh God, Jeremy..." Christina shrieked, as my hand came to a halt upon her ass. I massaged the beet-red skin in a tender way, as the blonde's supple body shook and shivered in the lingering sensations. "Oh wow... that felt so good."

"YOU feel so good, Christina," I told her, in a genuine tone. "Thank you for helping me out with the island this summer. I could not have done any of this without you."

Turning her face to look up at me, Christina smiled. "I appreciate that, Jeremy. This has been a dream come true." She giggled and asked, "What do you think Lindsay and Trish are doing right now? I sure would like to watch them..."

"They're probably doing to each other what I should be doing to you," was my response.

"Oh?" the vixen grinned. "And what would that be?"

"Eating a little pussy," I told her, wryly. "Get up on

your hands and knees, baby. I want to lick that delicious pussy of yours from behind."

Christina smiled while lifting herself off of my lap. On her hands and knees, she crawled forward to the center of the bed before looking back at me. Christina offered me a suggestive twitch of the hips, before reaching between her thighs and running a finger along the folds of her pussy.

"Make me scream, Jeremy," she begged.

I groaned at her words - which did nothing but raise my excitement level up another notch. Using my left hand, I reached inside my shorts and whipped my throbbing cock out. I reclined upon the bed, on my side, and stroked my shaft while maneuvering my face between Christina's thighs.

As she was on her hands and knees on the bed in front of me, Christina sighed with arousal when I extended my tongue and deftly swiped at her pussy. I then used my free hand to poke and prod at her damp folds, while my tongue began to lick and slurp away in an easy, languid succession.

"Oh yes," Christina moaned in response, as I began to thrust a pair of fingers in-and-out of her tight slit. At the same time, the oral assault crept to an even greater height as my tongue probed deeper and faster upon her pussy.

Still stroking my cock with my left hand, I knew that it could explode at any given moment. I loved providing the sweet and luscious Christina with some oral love, but knew that I had to get my bulging shaft in her before it erupted.

I flicked my tongue over and across Christina's engorged clit in a rapid, quick-fire burst, causing her excited moans and squeals to become even louder. A few seconds later, though, I withdrew my face from between Christina's thighs and rose up to my knees behind her.

"I know what will really make you scream," I growled, latching onto the 20-year-old's hips with both hands while also mounting her in the doggie-style position from behind.

"Yes, Jeremy!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "Fuck me!"

Christina squirmed about in anticipation as I quickly

pressed the head of my shaft upon her small, tight slit. An instant later, I grunted in the erotic, heated sensations as I had popped myself into her. I kept pushing forward until my balls were resting upon her firm, upturned ass.

Grimacing in both lust and passion, I pulled my cock out from within her and then pushed it back inside. The process repeated itself for the next several seconds as I gently stroked away at her. Suddenly - and without any warning - I then increased the speed and pace of my thrusting motion.

Both of us began to wildly grunt and growl in desire as Christina met each of my powerful thrusts with one of her own. Holding onto Christina's ass, I relished the sight of my hard cock as it continually disappeared and re-appeared beneath me while I drilled her in the doggie-style position.

Soon, I was pumping the irresistible blonde fast and hard. At the same time, Christina began to yelp and scream about in response. Eventually, she was ROARING out.

For a split-second, I considered switching my shaft from her pussy to her anus. That would have been really wild - and unexpected, to say the least. But I decided against it. Christina's pussy felt so tight and wonderful upon my cock that it truly deserved a thick helping of my gooey sperm.

Knowing that I was close to the edge of orgasm, I slowed my thrusts for a moment but then caught my second wind, and picked them up again. As if I was a marathon runner with the finish line in sight, I gave Christina everything I had. I hammered her pussy with every last ounce of strength left within my body, as both of us screamed out in wanton lust.

Having just crossed that proverbial "finish line", I grunted while thrusting myself into Christina one last time. Then, I moaned and screamed out in response as my cock began to empty itself into Christina's moist, burning pussy.

With her womb being used as my personal cum depository, Christina then let herself go and experienced an orgasm of her own. I hugged her from behind, cradling both of her firm breasts with my hands. We rocked together in the throes of mutual orgasm, our bodies humping and churning against each other in erotic bliss and satisfaction.

Once the dual sensations had finally come and gone, I collapsed on top of Christina while planting a series of kisses upon the back of her neck. Both of us moaned and sighed in the aftermath of orgasm, while exchanging gentle words of devotion and love.

Christina and I really had a special relationship. She was a unique person who, no matter what, would always have a place in my heart. That was a guarantee.

* * *

It had been a fairly productive day for me thus far, huh? I got to have sex with Christina - which was always a very good thing. Even better than that, however, I helped bring two people who loved each other but were temporarily apart (Trish and Lindsay) back together.

That was where they belonged, of course - together.

Out of all the many wonderful things which happened to me during the entire summer on this island, re-uniting Lindsay and Trish was what brought the biggest smile to my face. I was so very happy for them - and so very proud of myself.

I've never been much of a cupid, but seeing Lindsay and Trish back together was one the most satisfying events of not only the summer, but my entire life as well.

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