"That's the news from Hollywood, California. Tune in tomorrow to these participating stations as we bring you The Hollywood Hot Topic." The radio announcer had said. Ginger rose from her lounge chair as she switched off the radio. She decided it was high time she head back to her hut and help Mary Ann with the weekly sprucing up they did. She really wished her room mate would forget the work for one day... it was much too hot to be doing much of anything but going for a swim in that lagoon. She pondered the idea, and was tempted to make a detour that way. She hadn't brought her bathing suit though. Perhaps, just once she could... no, that was completely unthinkable! As temping as it was to parade around in her birthday suit, even for one afternoon, she was too much a lady to do so. Everyone pretty much had their privacy, but it still didn't change the fact that there were four men wandering around on the island, and at any given time one of them might make their way to the lagoon. She shrugged off the idea and headed for the hut she shared with Mary Ann.

As she walked, she held up her thick red hair with one hand and began to fan the back of her neck with the other. Ginger was rather delicate with the heat, never having liked it much. In that moment she rebuked herself for not borrowing a parasol from Mrs. Howell. It at least would have offered some shade. The heat not only made Ginger miserable... it made her restless as well. Her blood surged through her veins and her heart pounded as she thought about the last time a man held her tightly and pressed his lips against hers. Of course, Ginger wasn't loose... not by any means. She was a determined woman who knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. Everything was pretty much on her terms. She could, in fact, count on one hand the number of men she'd ever allowed to get past kissing. Definitely, nothing ever went past necking. As she got older, though, and the more time that past her by on this island, she realized that her desire to be loved, and the desire to love was getting stronger. The island, obviously, didn't hold many options for her.

First, there was Mr. Howell, automatically a strike because he was married... happily married and way too old for her. Then, there was the Skipper. He was strong, brave, and took no guff off of anyone. He was at least a decade older than her and she couldn't ever imagine him being the type to be partial to just one girl. He was a war veteran and probably had been used to Geishas and burlesque shows, not to mention the women who must have hung around the sea ports. Gilligan was like a man-child of sorts. Gilligan was well... Gilligan. Although he was a good friend and had a heart of gold, the thought of romance didn't appeal to him much, as if he were caught in some sort of pre-pubescent loop. Then there was the Professor. Good looking and kind, but clueless when it came to women. She had playfully flirted with all the men on the island, and the Professor was the only one who could keep working and studying, carrying on business as usual in her presence.

It seemed no man was right for her. The heat was rising and her emotions were a swirling torrent of loneliness and arousal. She detoured again, this time jumping into the ice cold waterfall, clothed and all. She stood there for a minute or so, mainly to allow her body to adjust to the temperature of the water. When she first jumped in, she squealed from the shock of the stinging cold water on her skin. After wringing the excess water out of her skirt, she then made her way back to her hut. In this heat, she knew her clothes would be dry before she ever reached her destination.

...

When Ginger reached her and Mary Ann's hut, she could see that her younger friend had her things spic and span and was starting to organize the other side of the room.

"Hey Mary Ann, sorry I'm late. I hope you didn't have to do too many of my things. I got... I got a little sidetracked after my radio program. It won't happen again." Mary Ann turned to Ginger and gave her a smile.

"Oh, that's alright. It's no bother. I know how much the heat and humidity trouble you, so i thought I would give you a break," she said, as she fluffed Ginger's pillow.

"Thanks," Ginger said sheepishly. As she turned her head, she noticed a beautiful bouquet of island wildflowers sitting in a vase.

"Gosh, the flowers are a nice touch," Ginger said, sniffing them, "when did you find time to pick these?"

"I didn't," Mary Ann said, "they were here when I came back from hanging laundry. They're for you. I didn't mean to nose, but there was a card attached and I thought maybe Mrs. Howell was putting Gilligan up to picking flowers for me again."

"For me?" Ginger said puzzled," Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, go read the card," Mary Ann instructed.

Ginger picked up the tiny card in her fingers. Indeed, there was her name written in uniform block-style lettering, as if not to give away the giver's hand writing. She flipped the card over to read what it said:

Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful woman on the island.

Ginger was shocked. She looked at the card again front and back, looking for some sort of signature, but there was none.

"Who are they from?" Mary Ann asked eagerly.

"I... I don't know. There is no name," Ginger said, her heart thumping and a lump forming in her throat.

"Ginger, do you know what this means?" Mary Ann exclaimed with excitement. "You have a secret admirer!"

"Yeah, I guess I do," Ginger told her, her mind pondered the possibilities of who it might be.