Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14

... her with a grin. "And I only throw in the words A BIT to soften the blow because there's really no A BIT about it. You need some sort of program with steps." Pamela gasped. "I am not a hoarder." Devon looked across at them from the nearby wall where she was going through her own belongings and raised an eyebrow at Kristanna. "You got this?" "I do." "I'm here if you need me for backup," Devon mused. Kristanna pressed onward. "You have, let's see... seven vented hairbrushes in this suitcase alone. Two of which are missing most of their bristles. Now let's take a moment and really think about this, okay? Was it necessary that all seven vented hairbrushes, which happen to fulfill the exact same function, go along with you for our trip?" Pamela stared at the brushes resolutely. "Yes." Kristanna pondered this for a moment. "Why?" "Because I need them all. They're my brushes. You're my bitches and they're my brushes. Just how things go." Kristanna giggled merrily. "That's good. Bitches and brushes... I get it. That sounds like something I would say! But let's stay on track, shall we? You don't need all seven of those vented hairbrushes." Kristanna patted Pamela on the hand and gently told her, "You just need one." "Lose five of the brushes, Pamela," Scarlett suggested from the other side of the bed. Pamela turned to Scarlett, wounded. "Really?" "I have to raise my hand on this as well," Trish said. "Overkill on the one specific type of hairbrush." "When was the last time you used ...

... this one?" Kristanna asked Pamela, holding up the biggest offender. Old and battered, it had been to hair war and lost long ago. "It doesn't matter," Pamela countered, holding steadfast. "I'm not getting rid of it." "Look over here. There are..." Kristanna paused to count. "Twelve pairs of manicuring scissors in here. TWELVE! We could write a Christmas carol and give each of them their very own verse if we wanted." Pamela shrugged her shoulders. "Manicuring scissors are important. I take good care of my nails." She held up her hand with extended fingers as proof. "See? Neatly trimmed." "Perhaps a compromise could work?" Trish wondered. "Keep two brushes and four pairs of manicuring scissors?" Kristanna suggested, hopeful. "No compromise!" Pamela insisted, defiant. The bedroom door swung open and Lindsay strolled into the suite with three piping-hot pizzas in hand from _Peppes_ on the other side of town. That was good news, because I was hungry. And who in Sandvika didn't love _Peppes_? They made the most delicious pizza I have ever tasted. "You're here. Hi baby," Trish said and promptly greeted Lindsay with a friendly hello kiss. "Speaking of hoarders..." Pamela mumbled, eyeing Lindsay. "Huh?" she shot back at her. Several of the ladies descended upon Lindsay all at once with paper plates and snagged slices of pizza from her. We already had an end table set up with napkins, utensils and a wide selection of beverages. Unpacking suitcases was quickly moved to the back-burner in ...