When Gilligan woke up from his nap, he felt like he was still dreaming. He was not in his hammock on the island. He was not even in the canoe. He was in a very comfortable king size bed in a very nice hotel in Honolulu. And Mary Ann was sleeping next to him.

She looked as beautiful as ever, even if she was wearing Eva Grubb's granny style nightgown. It was the only sleepwear she'd packed. Gilligan was wearing an extra pair of Mr. Brady's pajamas. He'd tried to explain that he always slept in his clothes, from white hat to white shoes, but the Bradys didn't understand. They were a very nice family and eager to help.

The hotel manager, Cecil B. Pomeroy, was very nice, too. He was letting Gilligan and Mary Ann stay in the honeymoon suite for free, and all they had to do was mention the name of the hotel the next few times they got interviewed. He was keeping reporters away right now, because Gilligan and Mary Ann had been so tired. They hadn't slept very well during the storm, and of course all that paddling before the storm had taken a lot out of them.

Plus there were the games that Mary Ann had introduced Gilligan to in the canoe, special married people games. The best one was the last one. They only got to play it for a minute last night but it was a lot of fun. He hoped they could play it again now that they were in this comfortable bed.

"Mary Ann," he whispered. He knew she needed her sleep but he hoped she was ready to wake up.

She snuggled up against him. "Mmm, Gilligan, I wasn't dreaming."

He kissed her cheek. "No, this is real."

"We're in Hawaii!"

"Yeah."

"And we're married!"

"Yeah." He started kissing her neck.

"Gilligan!"

"What's wrong?"

"We have a lot to do."

"Yeah." He stroked the chest of Eva Grubb's nightgown.

"Mmm, Gilligan, I appreciate how frisky you are now, but I meant that we need to do things like report to the Coast Guard so our friends can be rescued."

"Oh, right." He let go. "But the Coast Guard knows that everyone's on the island."

"Yes, but they don't know the location or anything."

"Oh, yeah. But can't that wait?"

"Can't that?" she asked, looking down at his crotch.

"Well, yeah." He tried not to be disappointed.

"Oh, Sweetheart," she said, then she gently tugged down Mr. Brady's pajama bottoms several inches and took Gilligan in hand.

"Mmm, thank you, Mary Ann, but I want to be inside you again."

"You will be, but let's wait till tonight."

"OK." He knew he shouldn't complain because this was much nicer than doing it for himself, especially since she let him squeeze her chest through the nightgown. The release came quickly. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." She kissed his cheek. "I'm going to take a shower."

"A shower!" He remembered now that they had indoor plumbing. When they got to the hotel room, he'd collapsed into the soft bed and hadn't thought about the other amenities. It was amazing to think that they could have water inside, without him having to lug it in buckets from a spring or otherwise work hard to provide it.

She smiled. "Would you like to share it with me?"

"Yeah!" Warm water and a naked Mary Ann, it sounded perfect. He quickly stripped off the pajamas.

She shook her head. "What happened to the shy first mate I knew on the island?"

"I don't feel so shy with you now."

"I can see that. Well, I still feel a little shy, so let me get undressed in the bathroom and then you can come in after a couple minutes."

"OK." He could wait more easily now that she'd helped him with his condition.

She got out of bed and went into the restroom, closing the door behind her. He lay in bed awhile, thinking about some of the amazing things that had happened to them in the past half month, all because he'd caught a canoe when he was fishing in the lagoon.

It seemed like more than a couple minutes had gone by, so he got out of bed, put on the pajama bottoms, and knocked on the bathroom door. They hadn't had much privacy in the canoe, especially during the storm, but he wanted to respect her privacy now that he had a chance to. He knocked on the door and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Uh, yes, just a moment." She opened the door for him and he saw that she was wearing a towel and one of her legs was soapy.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She blushed a little. "I was shaving my legs."

"Oh."

They'd both done their best to shave on board the canoe, although of course that was impossible during the storm. Gilligan rubbed his chin and felt how in the last couple days it had crossed over from stubble to a light beard.

"You look cute with facial hair," she said.

"Thank you."
"I mean, you're cute without it, too," she added.

"Thanks. Uh, do you want to finish your leg before we shower?"

"Uh, I think I'd better. It would look funny without it."

"Yeah. Uh, I may as well shave while you are."

"OK."

It felt awkward between them, after getting so close on the canoe. But it felt strange to be in a hotel together, even if they were married. They didn't talk at first while they shaved, but his eyes kept drifting to her legs, reflected behind him in the mirror. She really did have great legs.

When he tried to focus on his face again, he realized he needed to buy some shaving cream. It was so strange being back in civilization, all these products that were available to buy. On the island, the Professor came up with recipes for soap and lotion and almost anything they could think of. But now he could walk into a drugstore and—

"Mary Ann, what are we going to do for money?"

She frowned. "I don't know. We didn't think to bring any. We were so worried about everything else, like food."

"Yeah, and we could've just asked Mr. Howell and he would've probably given us a thousand dollar bill as a wedding present."

She smiled a little. "Yes."

"I might have a little money in my savings account from before."

"Unless it's been closed out because you were presumed lost at sea."

He swallowed. "Yeah."

"I can ask my family to wire us some, just to get by until we can work again. Oh, Gilligan, I need to call my mother and Aunt Martha and Uncle George!"

He nodded. "I need to call my family, too."

"They must've heard the news by now. Oh, they must be out of their heads with worry, and with happiness!"

"Let's call them after we shower and get dressed. The Coast Guard can wait."

"OK. I'm done shaving."

"Me, too."

She hesitated and then unwrapped the towel. He stood and stared at her. He hadn't really got a good look at her naked in the canoe, since it had been dark and stormy and the tarp was covering the canoe.

"Gilligan," she mildly scolded and he could see she was blushing.

"I'm sorry, Mary Ann." He felt like he should stop staring but he couldn't. Years ago, when she lost her swimsuit in the lagoon, he'd covered his eyes (as had the Professor) but now that he knew how she looked, he didn't know how to look away. Even though he'd touched her soft curves, it was still amazing to see them.

"It's all right. I understand. But I think I'll feel more comfortable if I get in the shower." So she stepped into the tub and started the water. "Mmm, nice hot water! I've missed this so much."

"Yeah," he murmured, watching her turn her body under the spray.

"Gilligan, are you going to just stand there ogling me or are you going to come in?"

"Um, I'm coming in." He peeled off the pajama bottoms and then Mary Ann stared at him. He blushed a little. "I think my condition is coming back."

She nodded and beckoned him into the shower.