Eric Singer's Island by Des



Desiree had been excited when she heard about the Kiss 

Cruise. She would have a chance to meet her idols along 

with her friends that she had chatted with forever, but 

never met. Misha had already called her a million times 

about what to bring and what to do and how to act and what 

was still to be purchased. "I think Misha is more excited 

than me."



The day arrived for the girls to arrive at the dock. 

Everyone from Alabama had decided to carpool, so the fun 

had started early. Misha kept talking about how she was 

going to attack Gene if the opportunity arose. Melissa had 

told Misha that she would have to share because she was a 

Gene woman too. Desiree could see that there would be a ton 

of women surrounding Gene. She wondered to herself how much 

it would take to bail Misha out of jail when she clawed 

some woman's eyes out for monopolizing Gene. At least her 

idols would have a considerably shorter line at their cabin 

doors.



Desiree was a Bruce fan and couldn't wait to see him again. 

The last time she made contact with him had been at the 

Louisville Expo and she had nearly died when he hugged her. 

But something happened at the Expo that Desiree had not 

figured on. When Eric Singer walked out to do his Q&A, 

Desiree's heart skipped a beat. She immediately became a 

Singer fan. "Why hadn't I ever given him notice before? 

He's cute." And after hearing him speak, Desiree knew she 

had to make room for Eric in her Kiss Life. Desiree was 

afraid to tell Misha about her newest attraction for fear 

of being teased after adamantly saying she was not 

attracted to blonds and never would be. But minds were 

meant to be changed. Perhaps if Lorie occupied Bruce too 

much, maybe Des could sneak around and attack Eric while on 

the boat. 



"Let's get settled into our cabins and head out. I gotta 

find Gene before someone else does." Misha grabbed Desiree 

by the arm and nearly took it out of the socket dragging 

her down the hall. When they hit the sunlight, Desiree saw 

the largest crowd of women she had ever seen in her life. 

Kiss must be on deck. Misha ran head first into the crowd, 

but Desiree stayed to the back. "I am not about to fight 

those crowds. We will be on this boat for a while, so I can 

find my opportunity at a later date."



Desiree found a deck chair and made herself comfortable. 

She ordered a glass of water from the waiter and settled 

back to work on her tan. A shadow fell over Des and she 

opened her eyes to see who was blocking her sun. Desiree 

could see a male figure standing over her with his back 

turned. "Not bad," she thought. He had a nice ass and dark 

hair. He was short from what she could tell, but if he 

looked as good in the front, who cared. Having a chance to 

be with Bruce or Eric was a long shot, but perhaps a fan 

would do. 



"Excuse me sir, but you are blocking the sun." 



"Pardon me." Eric looked around and down and saw a very 

attractive woman. Desiree nearly choked. 



"I'm sorry. You can block the sun anytime. After all, this 

is your cruise."



"Oh no. I'm sorry for interfering with your tan. And this 

is not my cruise. I'm only along as a member of Kiss. This 

is Paul and Gene's cruise."



"Ok. I am sorry for interfering, but why aren't you in the 

middle of that crowd over there? I assume that is where the 

others are at." 



"No, that is just Paul and Gene. The rest of us are just 

mingling around. If you look over there, you can see 

several small crowds gathering. Those belong to Ace and 

Peter and Eric Carr. His is pretty large too considering 

the fact that everyone thought he was dead. But really, he 

was sick for a long time and the death story was so 

everyone would leave him alone so he could recuperate and 

undergo experimental treatments. It was a big secret and no 

one could find out. Now that he is better, the cruise will 

be a way of spotlighting his treatment success. Everyone 

just decided to use the cruise as a way to announce the 

news to the fans first and then everyone else."



"Eric is alive???? Thank God. I cried for weeks when he 

died. It was like losing a member of my family. Now I can 

help everyone celebrate. WOOO HOOO…. Thanks for giving me 

the news. But why don't you have your own group flocked 

around you?"



"I had a lot of guys following me around and asking me for 

drum tips and stuff, but when they saw Carr, they deserted 

me and the women were all too busy trying to get a feel of 

Paul and Gene. Now I know how Vinnie feels."



"Vinnie? He's here too? Yuck, Yuck, Yuck. I don't want to 

see him. Where is he at so I can stay far away from him?" 

Eric pointed to the other end of the boat. "He's staying 

away from this crowd. He's afraid of being stoned to death 

or thrown overboard. The only reason he is here is because 

Gene promised a full Kiss cruise with everyone. And 

besides, Vinnie does have a few fans. I haven't seen any 

yet, but I know he has them. He did sell a few albums after 

all."



Desiree laughed at Eric's last comment. "I sure don't know 

anyone who calls themselves a fan of his. I know he wrote a 

lot of good music and I will give him that credit, but that 

is about all. I had heard that a girl named Vanna on our 

group liked him, but she disappeared and we never heard 

from her again."



"Well since everyone else seems to be following the others, 

why aren't you there too? I assume you're a Kiss fan or you 

wouldn't be on the boat." "I am a Kiss fan and have been 

for a long time, but I don't fight crowds. I just figured 

that I would eventually get a chance to meet you guys. This 

boat isn't so big that I wouldn't happen to see all of you 

at some point." "Well you make a good point. Since you know 

who I am, why don't you tell me your name." "My name is 

Desiree. I am from Alabama and I am here with my best 

friends from the Kiss_Girltalk Group on the internet." "Oh. 

I have heard of you girls. Gene likes to keep tabs of all 

things Kiss and he goes in every so often and checks out 

what is being said. He likes to know how best to keep the 

group in the forefront." "Oh my God. You mean Gene reads 

our posts?" "Yeah. And from what he has said, you girls are 

pretty crazy and he said that there are a bunch of you that 

like to write about us in stories." Des had to blush. She 

made a mental note to tell the others that Gene liked to 

lurk in the group. "I wonder who he is?" Des would have to 

remember to check the membership on the group when she got 

home.  



Eric and Desiree were in the middle of their conversation 

when a steward interrupted. "Excuse me sir? The Captain 

wishes to meet with you in his office. The other band 

members have been informed and are at this time heading to 

his office." 



"Tell them I'm on my way. Will you excuse me Des? This 

shouldn't take long and then we can finish our 

conversation."



"Okay. I'll just go to my cabin and get out of this sun. I 

don't want to burn on my first day." Desiree gave Eric her 

room number and watched as he walked away. "Wow, what an 

ass! Misha won't believe that I got to have a conversation 

with Eric."



Desiree went back to her room and jumped in the shower. 

Since Eric said he would see her again, she wanted to look 

and smell nice. Her mind drifted to Bruce and then she 

remembered seeing the throng of women surrounding him as 

well. "I guess I'll just have to remember our hug." "At 

least I have a backup. Eric is a hottie and I bet he can be 

fun."



Desiree was singing to herself under the heavy flow of 

water when Misha burst into the room. "Des!!!! Where are 

you?"  Desiree shut off the shower. "What are you yelling 

about? I'm right here taking a shower." "There has been an 

emergency and we have to evacuate the boat. There have been 

a bunch of islands set up and each Kiss member gets their 

own and anyone can go to whichever island they want. I'm 

gonna go to Gene's and you can go to one too. And here's 

the best part. You can change islands. That means that if 

you want to go from Bruce's island to Paul's, you can. We 

are gonna have so much fun. I can't wait. Me and Gene on a 

deserted island. Woo Hoo!!!!! The guys told the crowd to 

pack light. Only one bag is allowed per passenger. All of 

our food and stuff will be provided and we all have beds 

and stuff too. It's only mattresses and cots and stuff, but 

who cares. I would sleep on twigs to be near Gene."



Desiree took in all that Misha was saying. They were going 

to have to leave the ship. Something was wrong. Desiree 

began to shake from nerves. Misha grabbed her and told her 

to calm down. They were not sinking, but they had to leave 

the ship. Desiree grabbed her overnight back and began 

packing anything she could lay her hands on. Misha watched 

as Des packed her evening gown, but didn't say anything. 

She wanted to see the look on Des' face when the gown was 

pulled out of the bag. Misha began humming the theme to 

Gilligan's Island as she went about packing her own bag.



When Misha and Des got to the upper deck, they saw the 

crowds all being dispersed to various boats. Misha hugged 

Desiree and told her she would see her later. She was going 

to catch a boat to Gene's island and she wanted to hurry 

before everyone else got there. Desiree looked around, 

wondering what boat she should be on. A tap on her shoulder 

interrupted Des' thoughts.



"Have you decided what island you want to travel to yet?" 

"No. I was just wondering if someone was going to put me on 

a boat and tell me where to go." "Well," Eric said, "You 

can always ride in the boat with me. I am going to be over 

my own island and I don't want all men to be in residence. 

We don't know how long we will be stranded and I could use 

some female company. Men can be pretty boring. And Paul and 

Gene seem to have almost the entire female population 

headed to their islands. I guess that is why they got the 

biggest ones." Desiree thought about it for about half a 

second and agreed to go to Singer's island. She could 

always travel to Bruce's later if what Misha said was 

correct.



The boat ride to the island wasn't too bad, but Des thought 

to herself about how she wished the world would stop 

rocking. She was experiencing her first bout of motion 

sickness. Eric noticed that she was turning green, so he 

dipped a rag in the water and wiped the back of her neck. 

"I hope this helps. The ride is almost over and then you 

will be on steady land. The ship's crew will set up your 

tent, so you can take it easy. We don't want you sick the 

entire time."



Desiree looked apologetically at Eric and thanked him for 

his kindness. "I don't know what happened. I have never 

gotten sick before. If I didn't feel so bad right now, I 

could be embarrassed."



"Don't worry about it. Everyone gets sick at some point in 

life. You just happened to pick now for your time." Desiree 

smiled and let Eric continue his work of rubbing her neck.



When they reached the island, Eric led Desiree to a waiting 

chair inside his tent. "Your tent will be set up 

momentarily. I told the crew to set it next to mine so I 

can check on you if you get sick again. I can't have a fan 

ill during what was supposed to be a fun vacation."



"Thanks for the special attention. You don't have to be so 

nice to me. I am sure you have other activities that you 

could be doing. Since this is your island, I am sure they 

need you to direct everyone on what they need to do and I 

don't want to make your fans jealous for occupying too much 

of your time." 



"The ship's crew is handling everything. Once everyone is 

settled in and comfortable, I will call everyone together 

and discuss what is happening and what we need to do to 

make this little problem as pleasant as possible. Besides, 

you need my attention right now. As I said before, the 

majority of the people here are men and they can fend for 

themselves."



"But there are other women here too. I don't deserve such 

special treatment." "Yes you do. The other women didn't get 

sick. And besides, I noticed that a few have already found 

a suitable companion for the long stay and you seem to be 

all alone." 



"Well, I am alone. My friends deserted me. Their libidos 

overruled their brains and they ran to other locations." 

"Well you are welcome to stay on my island as long as you 

like and if you want to go visit, just let me know and I 

will tell the crew so they can prepare the boat for you. 

The islands are close enough that we can see the others 

without being interrupted and your friends are welcome to 

come visit any time they need a rest." Desiree laughed at 

Eric's last statement. "So I see you know my friends." "No, 

but if they are on Gene's island, I can figure out how 

lusty they are and if they are on Paul's island, I can 

figure out how moony they are and either situation would be 

exhausting to any person." Desiree just laughed.



After her tent was finished, Desiree went in to unpack her 

belongings. She saw two other cots and figured she would 

have roomies, but so far, she saw no signs of other 

inhabitants. When she started pulling out her belongings, 

Desiree burst out laughing. There in her bag was the gold 

lame' evening dress she had packed for the Captain's Dinner 

at the end of the cruise. Now she understood why Misha was 

laughing at her. 



Amongst the other things she had packed, Desiree saw her 

toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, ponytail holders, the 

dress, her jewelry bag, and hairspray. She also managed to 

pack a bathing suit and a t-shirt and two pairs of shorts, 

but she forgot her hairbrush and her makeup and socks and 

sleep clothes and her other shoes and everything else she 

might need. "What am I going to do about underclothes and 

my hairbrush? I can live without everything else, but not 

the essentials. Maybe I can get some from Misha when I see 

her again." Desiree went about getting her things put away 

and preparing for a long stay. She was feeling better and 

decided that she would go find something to eat now that 

her stomach had settled.



Desiree made her way to the food tent and got a piece of 

fruit and some water. "Is that all you are going to have?" 

Desiree turned to see Eric standing next to her. "This is 

all I want for now. I don't want to push my luck." "Well 

come sit with me and we can talk. I hate to eat alone." 

Desiree laughed. "You are definitely not alone. Look around 

at all of these people. I am sure they would love to talk 

to you." 



"That's the problem. They want to talk. I don't want to 

answer a million questions about music right now. The 

problems with the ship have changed my course for the week. 

I want to think about other things and you have been nice 

enough to avoid the subject of Kiss so far and I appreciate 

that. I do have other interests, but most people don't seem 

to care. They want me to be the star and they all think I 

live, eat, and breathe Kiss. That's Gene, not me. I would 

like to spend the evening talking about the stars or the 

weather or something trivial. There will be time for Kiss 

talk later." "Well, Mr. Singer. I will be honored to sit 

and talk with you about the stars and the weather and other 

trivial matters."



Eric led Desiree to his tent and held her water as she sat 

down in one of the chairs gracing his tent. "Your tent is 

nice. I guess as our fearless leader, you need a nice place 

to settle. I am glad to see that there will be music here," 

Desiree said as she noticed the radio / CD player next to 

his bed. " Yeah. At least until the batteries wear out," 

Eric said. He didn't have a cot like everyone else, but 

instead, had a nice sized air mattress so that he could 

sleep in comfort. There were supposed to be real mattresses 

from the ship for everyone, but they must have forgotten 

his island. Eric had decided not to tell everyone about the 

difference in bedding. Eric handed Des her water and put on 

a cd before sitting down next to her. 



They talked about what seemed like everything but music. 

Desiree told Eric about her job and her friends and her 

general hobbies. Eric sat and listened to every word. It 

was refreshing to listen to someone else talking and not 

about him or his public life. "This might just turn out to 

be fun," thought Eric. He cautiously examined Desiree. She 

was not gorgeous like some of the women he had seen in his 

life, but she was cute and she was intelligent. Her body 

wasn't too bad, but he had met women before that weren't 

drop dead gorgeous, but were beautiful to him because they 

were beautiful on the inside. He never could figure out why 

men were so superficial. Not every woman could undergo 

plastic surgery to look like a Barbie Doll. Eric's line of 

thinking was similar to Gene's in that all women were 

beautiful in some way.



"Well," Eric said as he looked at his watch, "I guess it is 

time to address the masses. Wanna come with me?" "Sure," 

Desiree said as Eric helped her from her chair. "Lead the 

way."



Eric stood on a makeshift platform in the middle of the 

crowd. "As you all know, we had some technical difficulties 

with the cruise ship. We will be here for a while until 

help can arrive. That may be a few days or a few weeks. It 

just depends. While everyone is here, you are free to go 

about doing what you want to do and go where you want to 

go. There are only a few rules that need to be obeyed. I 

won't go into the Ten Commandments because everyone should 

know those, but I will say that everyone has to do their 

share of work around here. The ship's crew cannot do 

everything and we all have to help. There are sign-up 

sheets for everyone to sign under specific duties. And 

before anyone says anything, I want everyone to notice my 

name on almost every list. I believe that if I want someone 

else to do something, then I must do my share first. I will 

do my part to make everything as comfortable as possible 

for all of you. You will notice the yellow flag flying over 

there. That flag will be raised every morning and lowered 

every night. That will let the other islands know that we 

are okay. If an emergency occurs, we just need to raise the 

black flag and help will be on the way. Now go eat and have 

fun. The crew has done enough, so I am going to let them 

rest for the evening too. If you need wood or something of 

that nature, please help yourself. There are plenty of 

trees. And lastly, please respect everyone's privacy. I 

will be available to meet and talk with everyone, but 

please speak with the crew first. They will have my 

schedule and can add any one of you to an available time. 

Other than that, HAVE FUN……"



Eric stepped from the platform and headed towards Des. 

"Now, would you like to take a walk?" "Sure. Just lead the 

way." Eric took Des by the hand and headed for the remote 

end of the beach. When they were away from prying eyes, 

Eric stopped and turned to Des. He took her face in both 

hands and pulled her into a kiss. "I have been wanting to 

do that all day." Eric kissed her again before she could 

speak. Desiree could feel her knees giving away, but she 

toughened up. She was not going to faint in the arms of a 

yummy man. Des wrapped her arms around Eric's neck and 

leaned into the kiss. Her bosom was crushed against his 

chest and she was sure he would be able to feel her heart 

racing out of control. "I know this is kinda fast, but 

would you like to go back to my tent?" Des could barely 

whisper her yes. Eric had left her breathless. He took Des 

by the hand and led her back to his tent. There seemed to 

be an urgency in their steps and the trip was much faster 

going back than when they headed out earlier.



When they entered the tent, Eric tied the flaps shut and 

turned to Des. He grabbed her and kissed her again. There 

was nothing stopping them and their hands began to explore 

each other. Des could feel the muscles in Eric's arms and 

across his back. Drumming for so many years had given him 

the physique of a Greek God. He was definitely built. 

Clothes began to fly and the pair made their way to the 

mattress. They were careful not to fall too hard or they 

might bust it and then Eric would have to sleep on the 

ground. That would be a story to try to explain.



Eric reached into the nightstand that had been placed 

beside the mattress and removed a box. He was glad the crew 

had thought of everything, probably on Gene's order. The 

box had been discovered upon first inspection of the tent 

upon arrival on the island. 



Afterward they laid in the bed for a while, talking and 

kissing and cuddling. Soon Eric suggested they get dressed 

and go find a bite to eat. They needed to build up their 

energy again since their activities had drained them. 

Desiree remembered that she didn't have a hairbrush and 

quickly ran her fingers through her hair. "I must look like 

Frankenstein with all of this hair going everywhere. Do you 

mind if we stop by my tent and let me get a holder or 

something to help tame this mess?" "I think you look cute, 

but we have to pass your tent, so we can stop."   

 

Desiree grabbed a holder and ran her fingers through to 

straighten it out. She would have to find a hairbrush 

somewhere and soon. She tied her hair back and went out to 

meet Eric. They walked to the food tent and got a bite to 

eat. After dinner, Eric excused himself for a moment and 

disappeared. He came back a few minutes later. "Come on. I 

have a surprise." Desiree followed Eric out of the tent and 

down the beach. "Grab a few of those twigs over there." 

Desiree did as she was told and soon, they both had a hand 

full of twigs. "Okay. We're here." Desiree looked around. 

`Where is here?" "Here is where we are going to enjoy a 

quiet night together before a hectic tomorrow. Here is also 

where we are going to enjoy these." Eric pulled out a bag 

of marshmallows and a pocketknife. "We can't stay on this 

wonderful beach without roasting these."  He shaved off the 

ends of two sticks and handed them to Desiree. He then 

built a fire and they settled down to enjoy the night. 



The gentle sound of the waves hitting the rocks on the 

beach put a peaceful twist to the evening. "Maybe getting 

stranded wasn't so bad," thought Des. She cuddled up 

against Eric and they roasted their marshmallows. "This is 

so nice. I love how quiet it is and how beautiful the night 

sky is here." Eric pulled Desiree closer and began to kiss 

her. The marshmallows were soon forgotten. 



They made love under the stars. When the fire died down and 

sleep began to overtake the pair, they headed back to camp. 

Eric invited Desiree to stay in his tent for the night. "I 

would like to, but I think that if I did, we may not get 

any sleep and I have a feeling we are going to need some 

rest. There is a lot of work to do tomorrow." Eric wasn't 

happy with her answer, but he knew Des was right. So when 

they got back to camp, he walked Des to her tent and when 

they entered, he kissed her goodnight and went to the tent 

next door. 



Desiree found a gallon of water inside her tent and assumed 

it was for drinking, so she poured a glass to drink and 

then poured some into a towel and began to wash off. She 

would definitely have to find a bathing place tomorrow. 

Desiree changed into a pair of shorts and her only other 

shirt and collapsed on her cot. Today had been a full one 

of new experiences and a little danger. It wasn't long 

before she started dreaming of her day's experiences.



The next morning, Desiree woke up singing. She was ready to 

get busy with chores and scouting the island for 

interesting souvenirs. Desiree put on her bathing suit top 

and her other shorts and her sandals. She wished that she 

had paid attention to what she was packing. She could 

really use a pair of tennis shoes and a hairbrush. After 

finishing her chores, Desiree's first mission would be to 

scout out something to make a brush. 



Desiree's first task was to gather wood for the cooking. 

She then had to help with washing and cleaning and then she 

could set out on her own. Des caught a glimpse of Eric for 

a few moments, but he was hard at work helping some of the 

men build some more stable huts in case of sever weather. 

Des couldn't help but think how sexy he looked shirtless 

and sweaty. Maybe she could bathe him later if she could 

get near him again. 



Desiree began talking to another woman that was on the 

island. She wasn't a big Kiss fan, but her husband was and 

so she came along on the cruise. Now here she was stranded 

and having to work. She repeated over and over how she was 

going to kill her husband when she got him home. Desiree 

was almost ready to run away from the woman's complaining 

until she heard something that peaked her interest. The 

woman mentioned how there was a supply area where things 

were brought over from the ship and at least they would 

have a few simple amenities and not leave everything to 

nature. Desiree asked where she could find this place. When 

the woman pointed to a newly built hut, Desiree thanked her 

and ran straight for the supplies.



There was a line forming for goods, but if they had what 

she wanted, she would wait all day. Finally her turn came 

and when she approached, the crewmember asked her what she 

needed. "Well, I hate to be so superficial, but would you 

happen to have a hairbrush?" "Yes we do. Do you need 

anything else?" "Actually, I could use another pair of 

shoes if you have them." "No ma'am, we don't have any 

shoes, but we do have slippers and socks. Will those be 

okay?" Des could have hugged the man. "Yes. Thank you so 

very much. I was sure I would wear these sandals out in a 

matter of days. At least with the slippers, I can save my 

sandals for a little bit." The crewmember gave her the 

hairbrush, socks, slippers and a few toiletries to help her 

with her daily needs. He also suggested that if she had 

friends on the other islands, perhaps one of them might 

have a few things to spare. She could either row over to 

the other islands or send a message by one of the crew on 

their trips over. 



Desiree made her way to the area set up for bathing and 

other needs. She saw that the men had worked hard in making 

suitable bathing facilities and outhouses at the far end of 

the camp. Des was reminded of her childhood, visiting 

relatives who were too poor for indoor plumbing. Oh well, 

at least we won't have to go in the woods. Des decided that 

she was going to find her towel and go for a swim. At least 

she would be able to remove the day's work grit from her 

skin.



Eric saw Desiree make her way to the water, but he was 

unable to join her. He was busy talking with a few of the 

fans that had already been added to his schedule. He would 

just have to make time to spend with her later and show her 

the surprise he had found on the scouting expedition 

earlier that day.



When dinnertime rolled around, Desiree realized that she 

hadn't eaten a bite all day and she could use a good meal. 

The cooks had brought perishable food from the ship and 

were trying to get it all cooked before it ruined. They 

would definitely eat well tonight. She grabbed a plate and 

flatware and waited in line. She was able to get a few 

veggies and even a steak that had been cooked over an open 

fire. Being stranded was turning out to be very good. Des 

got her water and headed for a table. She didn't see Eric 

anywhere so she found a table and sat down. She had just 

begun to eat when she overheard some women talking about 

her.



"Yeah. Look at her over there. She's not so chummy with 

Eric today. Seems she's been deserted." Another woman 

chimed in. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him with 

her walking down the beach. She is so ugly. He could have 

me any time and still he picked her. She must have begged 

him." And still another woman remarked, "I always heard he 

was too nice for his own good. He probably felt sorry for 

her when she got sick on the boat and figured he would give 

her a go just for fun." Des could not hold back her tears 

as the women continually berated her. She finally gained 

her composure enough to pick up her food and head for her 

tent. Maybe this wasn't such a good thing after all.



By the time she reached her tent, Desiree was crying so 

much that she couldn't even finish her dinner. She sat her 

plate down on the ground and laid down on her cot. Eric was 

talking with one of the men when they passed Desiree's 

tent. He heard what sounded like crying and stopped. He 

walked up to the tent and listened. When he was positive he 

heard crying, he excused himself and entered Desiree's 

tent. He saw Desiree crying into her pillow.



"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Desiree felt Eric's hand on 

her shoulder and turned around to see concern in his eyes. 

"I'm fine," she replied as she wiped away her tears. "You 

are not fine. What's wrong?" Desiree told Eric about the 

conversation she overheard. His face grew red and he 

stormed out of the tent before Desiree could stop him. He 

headed straight for the Bursar and barked out a few non-

characteristic orders. When he finished there, he headed 

for the food area. He stood in front of everyone and when 

he got everyone's attention, he made an announcement.



"We have a young lady who is very upset right now over 

comments she overheard in this room. I am here to tell 

everyone right now that the lady I have been seen with is 

with me. She is not with me out of pity or anything of that 

nature. She is fun to be with and I enjoy her company. No 

one has a right to discuss my private life and with whom I 

choose to spend my time. I have already told everyone that 

I would visit with each of you based on my schedule, so do 

not insult my companion. This trip was meant to be fun and 

now one of our friends is upset. I will not have anyone 

here upset and if I find out that anyone else has upset any 

person on this island, you will immediately be banned to 

Vinnie's Island. His island is virtually empty and he could 

use the company. Now I am offering again to spend time with 

anyone on this island as long as you notify the crew in 

advance, so I am asking everyone now to be respectful of me 

and my friend."  With that, Eric left the food area. 



When he entered his tent, he saw that Desiree's things had 

been moved and she was sitting in a chair waiting for him. 

"You didn't have to do this. I'm okay." "Yes I did. I was 

not going to have people commenting about us when they 

don't really know. I wanted to show you and everyone else 

that I did not chose to be with you out of pity. I happen 

to like you and enjoy spending time with you. And because 

of that, you will stay here with me until we are removed 

from this island or until you choose to leave." "Thank you 

for being so nice to me. I never had any idea you could be 

so sweet." "It is one of my secrets. I try to hide it as 

much as I can because people like to take advantage of nice 

people in my business."



When Desiree was putting away her things, Eric noticed the 

formal dress. "And why do you have that? Were you expecting 

a party or something?" Desiree blushed. "I got so scared 

when my friend told me about having to leave the boat, I 

didn't pay any attention to what I was doing and grabbed 

this instead of normal clothes. I also forgot to pack a few 

more things." "Well what did you forget? Maybe they have 

the things you need at the supply area." "I've already been 

there and got the hairbrush and a few other things, but 

they didn't have what I really need." "And what is that? 

Maybe I can work some magic. After all, I am the head of 

this island." "I am ashamed to admit this, but I forgot to 

pack any under garments. I only have the ones I had on when 

we left the ship." "Don't worry about those. You won't need 

them. They only get in the way and I hate having to fight 

clothes to get to flesh. Now come here and let me get to 

your flesh." Eric pulled Desiree to him and planted a rough 

kiss on her mouth.



Flesh touched flesh and hands roamed. Their lips began to 

swell from the intensity of their kisses. A quick image of 

rabbits rushed through Desiree's brain before she threw it 

off for better thoughts. Eric was kissing down her neck and 

licking her throat. Des let out a moan that was sure to 

wake the dead. If no one knew what they were doing before, 

she was sure they would now, but she didn't care. Let 

everyone think she was a groupie. They didn't need to know 

that she had never been so sexual in her entire life. 



For the next two hours Eric and Des tested the strength of 

the air mattress. It was a wonder the thing didn't bust. 

Desiree finally fell asleep in Eric's arms. She knew she 

was where she needed to be that night. It did not matter 

what tomorrow would bring. She was happy tonight.



For the next four days, Desiree went about her daily 

activities, humming to herself and ignoring the women who 

had given her so much grief earlier in the week. They still 

gave her bad looks, but they did not say anything else 

about her to where anyone could hear. Her days were filled 

with work, and her nights were filled with fun and passion. 

Eric had surprised her one evening with his discovery of a 

huge waterfall. Desiree had been missing her showers so 

this was a pleasant discovery. Now she had a place she 

could go for privacy any time she felt like being alone or 

at the very least, where she and Eric could love one 

another without everyone else hearing their screams and 

moans. 



Desiree and Eric made their way back to camp. They noticed 

the boat was docked, which meant they had visitors from 

another island. Desiree excused herself to the tent while 

Eric went to greet everyone. He was beginning to feel like 

Mr. Rourke from Fantasy Island.



"Des! There you are. I have been looking everywhere for 

you. I came over her just to see you. Imagine my surprise 

when I went to Bruce's island to surprise you and you 

weren't there." Desiree was surprised to see Misha. "I 

thought you would still be over with Gene and his group of 

women." "Well, I would have, but I got tired of waiting in 

line and decided to come find you. Now tell me how you 

ended up here." Des led Misha to a rock near the beach and 

explained the situation. Misha was shocked to find that Des 

had been virtually living with Eric Singer. "What about 

Bruce? I thought he was your fantasy." "Bruce is my 

fantasy, but right now, Eric is my reality. He's wonderful. 

We have had the most wonderful time." "Well, is he good?" 

"What do you mean, good?" "In bed dummy. You're staying in 

his tent, so you have to be sleeping with him. I want 

details."  



Desiree told Misha how wonderful Eric was and how he had 

defended her when those women were so mean. "Well, since 

you are so enamored of Eric, are you gonna try to go over 

to Bruce's Island or are you going to stay here?" "I 

haven't really thought about it. I guess I need to talk to 

Eric first and then make my decision." "Well you better 

hurry. I am ready to sample the island fares and I want you 

to come along."



Desiree sent Misha on her way and went in search of Eric. 

She found him at the food area, getting something to drink. 

"Hey sweetie. I need to talk to you. Have you got a couple 

of minutes to spare?" "Sure. Just let me put this away and 

we can go back to my tent." Eric sat his glass down and 

headed to his tent. Desiree followed close behind. When 

they got into the tent, Desiree and Eric sat down and she 

told him her situation. "My friend Misha is here and she 

wants me to go Island hopping with her." "Well I don't see 

a problem with that. What's wrong?" "You and I have talked 

a good deal and you know that I went on the cruise so I 

could see Bruce." "Yeah. You told me. I still don't see the 

problem." 



"Well I have dreamed of being with Bruce and this Island 

situation has made it sorta easy to do. The problem is that 

I never figured you into the equation. I am having such a 

good time and I really like you. But I need to know what it 

is like with Bruce, just for my own curiosity. Besides, 

there are other women who want you and I feel bad 

monopolizing your time." "Don't worry about my time. I am 

having fun with you. But I understand what you are saying. 

I don't really like it, but I can understand. So, I am 

gonna be big about this and let you go have fun, guilt 

free. Go over to Bruce's Island and see what kind of fun 

you can have, but just know that you have a place here on 

my Island." Desiree kissed Eric. "You are wonderful. I 

promise I will be back, but I just have to do this. Now go 

find you a nice companion until I get back. Just don't let 

her wear my dress." "I won't. You still have to do your 

Ginger Grant impersonation for me."



Desiree grabbed her bag with a few necessities and left the 

rest in Eric's tent. She then went in search of Misha so 

they could hop on the boat and head over to Bruce's Island.