Ginger looked over the script for a new movie she was being considered for a role in however her heart wasn't really into it.
Six months. Six months since she and everyone else were rescued from the island. Six months since she resumed her life in Hollywood. The press wanted to talk to her about her experience on the island but she always politely declined to discuss it in detail. She felt if she did the truth would come out. And she couldn't let that happen. She had to forget him. Forget him and those damn blue eyes. Everything seemed to remind her of him. Every song she heard on the radio made her think of him.
Forgetting the script, Ginger got up from her little desk in her bedroom and headed out. She made her way down the stairs and found her set of car keys. Opening the door, she walked out and to her blue convertible.
A nice drive would do her good. She got in an started it up. She drove down the long driveway and out the main gate. Ginger wanted to clear her head but the images from her time with him on the island always came rushing back. Along with the goodbye.
Ginger thinks back to the time when she was giving the Professor a lesson in kissing.
Remembers the time when he convinced her to let the others thinks she had psychic powers.
A special moment alone with him watching the stars in the sky.
The long kiss she gave him when they were filming the movie
The images just kept coming and would not stop. Until..
"I guess this is goodbye." He said to her after they arrived back in the States.
"Goodbye?" She said blankly.
"Yes. Time to go back to our normal lives. It was a pleasure knowing you Ginger. You are a wonderful woman. Good luck in your movie career."
He kissed her on the cheek and was gone.
Tears weld up in her eyes. Why? Why couldn't she forget him? Why did it have to be so difficult!
Ginger lifted her hand to wipe away the fallen tears. She never told a soul. Not Mary Ann. Not Mrs. Howell. Not Gilligan. No one. Never opened up about her true feelings for the Professor. Wasn't about to tell them about that time near the lagoon on the island. When she caved into those feelings.
She spotted the Professor picking flower samples. Curious, she walked over to him and asked him what he was up to.
He remarked about how Mr. Howell had asked if he could mix up a perfume to give to Mrs. Howell for her birthday.
"Oh how nice." She remarked. She glanced over at a particularly stunning white flower. "Oh that's just beautiful." She remarked.
Smiling he picked it and gently placed it in her hair. "It looks beautiful on you." He said softly.
Ginger smiled. "You are quite a talker Professor."
He pulled her close and placed a deep kiss on her lips. It grew more intense as they clung to eachother tightly.
The top of her dress was slowly pulled down and the Professor eyes her plump breasts. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before gently placing loving kisses on them. He ever so carefully licked her hard nipple and she shuddered.
Before she knew it, they were wrapped tightly together making passionate love. It was something she never experienced before. No man was ever that loving and tender with her. It took her breath away. She let her guard down and allowed herself to give into her feelings.
When they arrived back to the others, no one had suspected anything happened between them although she was sure Mary Ann may have suspected something as she remarked the next day how she seemed to be glowing.
Ginger just brushed it off as being very happy and didn't offer any other explanation. Mary Ann let the matter drop.
Ginger spotted Harry's Bar and pulled over. She loved this place. Harry was a good friend of hers. Almost like a father to her. Never let anyone bother her. She could just sit and relax. She got out of the car and walked inside.
She looked around at surroundings. Dark wooden floors and walls. Pictures of different movie stars hanging in frames.
Smiling a bit, she walked to the bar and sat down.
Harry looked up and smiled. "Hello Ginger." He greeted.
"Hello Harry. Nice to see you."
"What can I get for you? Your usual?"
Ginger smiled. "I'd love it."
Harry poured her drink and handed it to her.
Ginger took a sip and sighed.
A waitress came up to the bar. "Harry...I need a scotch on the rocks, a sweet vermouth with a twist and whisky neat."
"Coming up." replied Harry.
The waitress looked over at who was sitting there. "Ginger."
Ginger turned head and smiled. "Mary Ann!" She said getting up from her stool and hugging her. "What are you doing here?"
Mary Ann returned her hug and let go. "Harry hired me." She said. "I've decided to go to culinary school and I'm working here to help pay for it."
"That's wonderful." smiled Ginger. "You were always such a great cook."
"Thank you. It's so good to see you. I've missed you."
Harry handed Mary Ann the drinks and she quickly went to serve them. He looked at Ginger. "You know Mary Ann?"
"Yes. She was on the island with me." explained Ginger.
"Oh I see. She's a sweet girl."
"She is." agreed Ginger.
Mary Ann came back to the bar and sat down next to Ginger. "So tell me...what have you been up to?"
"I got offered a new movie role." answered Ginger.
"That's great. So anyone special in your life."
Ginger was silent for a minute than spoke. "No. No one."
Harry, who was listening to their conversation, shook his head. "Yeah no one unless you count that Professor guy."
Ginger quickly shot Harry a look. "You hush." She snapped.
Mary Ann looked confused. "Professor guy? What professor.." Her eyes then went wide. "You mean the Professor?"
Ginger's silence spoke volumes.
"You are in love with the Professor?" She asked.
"No." lied Ginger. "It's nothing."
Mary Ann wasn't buying it. "Ginger..it's me. I know you pretty well. All that time we spent on the island. You know you can't hide anything from me. Something happened between the two of you didn't it?"
Ginger slowly nodded. "Yeah something did but it's over."
"Why?"
"I don't know." said an exasperated Ginger. "He just ended it. He said goodbye and that was that."
"Have you tried talking to him?"
"I don't even know where he is." grumbled Ginger tearing a napkin.
Mary Ann looked at her friend sympathetically. "I'm sorry." She said. "I always thought there was something between you two...I didn't know he wouldn't..."
"He did." said Ginger. "We.." She looked around before speaking quietly to Mary Ann. "We made love."
"You did?" Mary Ann said astonished.
"Yes. One time on the island. It just happened. Then we were rescued and that was that. He said goodbye and I never saw him again."
"Ginger." said Mary Ann placing her hand on her shoulder. "You have to find him. You have to talk to him."
Ginger took a sip of her drink and set it down. "About what? There is nothing to say."
"Yes there is." said Mary Ann. "You need to get out of him why he pushed you away. And make him see how crazy he was to do that. You are a wonderful loving caring person. He would be lucky to have you. You need to get him to see that."
Ginger smiled at Mary Ann. "You are sweet you know that. Listen, I don't want you to be a stranger okay? You come see me anytime you want." Ginger wrote down her address. "And if you need anything...you let me know."
"Thank you." said Mary Ann taking the piece of paper. "I will."
"Take care now." said Ginger getting up from her stool.
She headed back out to her car and got in. She started it up and drove off. Mary Ann's words stuck in her head. Find the Professor. Talk to him. Should she take the chance? Will she get hurt again? Would he even want her? She supposed there was only one way to find out. She would need to track him down.
A month later
Ginger stood outside the university wearing a simple white dress with straps and a pair of sunglasses.
He pulled a lot of strings and made dozens of calls but her good friend and manager, Phil Clemons, found the Professor. Her loyal assistant, Jill, did some digging and found he was working in the research lab and no he was not involved with anyone.
Taking a deep breath, she strode inside the building. Her heels clicked on the title of the hallways until.
She stopped and asked a student where she could find the research lab.
After pointing her in the right direction, Ginger thanked the student and found the lab.
She slowly opened it and peaked inside. Her heart leapt when she saw him in a starch white lab coat peering at something through a microscope. Slowly she took off her sunglasses and put him in her purse. She walked inside shutting the door behind her.
"Oh good you are back." said the Professor not looking up. "You mind handing me that slide over there Barbara."
Ginger carefully picked it up and brought it over to him.
He took the slide and put it under the microscope. "Thank you." He said.
"You are welcome Professor."
The Professor looked up and was stunned. "Ginger."
"Hello." She greeted.
"What...what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I wasn't about to let you get away with it." replied Ginger.
"Get away with what?" asked the Professor confused.
"You think you can just leave, just like that? Forget everything?"
The Professor sighed. "Ginger..."
"Why? Why did you push me aside?" asked Ginger. "Why?"
"Ginger...our lives..they are different."
"Different?"
"You are a big movie star...I'm just a lowly professor working in a university..."
"You are not a lowly professor. You are one of the smartest men I know."
"Let me finish." said the Professor. "You are used to being with big name movie stars. Strong, dashing men. I...I don't belong in that world. The press would.."
"Would what?" pressed Ginger.
"Go on about how much more better you could do. How you could have any of the handsome stars of Hollywood and yet you settled for me. And it wouldn't be long before you believed it."
Ginger shook her head. "You are wrong. I wouldn't believe it. I don't give a damn what the press says. I want to be with you...I...I...I love you."
"You say that now Ginger but..."
"But nothing. I love you damnit." Ginger crushed her lips against his hard.
He was helpless to fight her. His arms made their way around her slender body. They fell back on the lab table still wrapped in eachother's arms. The door to the lab opened.
"Oh...I..." stammered Barbara, the lab assistant. She turned embarrassed as the two stood up.
Ginger smiled. "Sorry..got a bit carried away."
Barbara saw who it was. "Wow. Ginger Grant." She said in awe.
"Yes. It's me." said Ginger.
"You were on that island with the Professor." said Barbara.
"I was. It was quite an experience." Ginger said. "I got to know him very well."
"It was nice to meet you." said Barbara. "I'm a big fan of your movies."
"Thank you very much."
"I just wanted to drop off these samples." said Barbara setting down a small box. "I'll be out of your way. Again it was nice to meet you." She shook Ginger's hand and left the lab.
Ginger turned back to the Professor. "So..where were we?" She said in a seductive tone.
"Ginger I don't think..."
"I love you." said Ginger. "I'm not letting you get away from me. I don't want any other man. I want YOU."
Ginger kissed him again and then turned to leave. "I mean it. You are going to be mine." She said as she opened the door. "Don't try to fight me."
The Professor sighed as she left. Fight her? How could he possibly fight her? There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of her. Her red hair and ivory skin. Those beautiful emerald eyes. No woman could ever come close to her. But the thought of living in her world? He wasn't sure he could do it.