Ginger opened her eyes the next morning and sighed after a night of crazy dreams.
Maybe crazy wasn't the word. More like steamy passionate why am I dreaming this dreams. All of them were about the Professor. They would be in his lab but instead of working on conducting an experiment, the Professor was more interesting in shall she say working on her. He had her wrapped up in his arms devouring her luscious red lips. His hands running through her golden mane. The lab coat she had been wearing somehow made it to the floor. Ginger herself was kissing him back with an equal amount of passion. Her hands went to his shirt and ripped open the buttons and ran across his bare torso. He began kissing her elegant neck and then was whispering something she could not understand. No matter how hard she tried to listen the words made no sense.

Another dream involved being out in the jungle. She had been picking berries when the basket was knocked out of her hands and causing the ripe berries to scatter all over the ground. Ginger found herself being pulled forward and the Professor said nothing as he crushed his mouth upon hers. The starlet wrapped her arms around his neck and their desires grew and grew before she knew it she was up against a coconut tree while his lips moved to her neck and started kissing her white throat. Again words were said but she had trouble understanding them. Whatever message he was trying to convey to her she did not compute. It made no sense whatsoever. However in the dream she did not seem too concerned about this and enjoyed the attention the academic was paying her.

What was causing this she did not know. Ginger couldn't fathom why she would dream about the Professor like that. It was a complete mystery. And what bothered her the most was that she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being in arms and having him ravish her. It was like it was how it was meant to be. As if she was made specifically for him. Never before had she ever dreamed like that. Sure she had dreams about doing a movie with Cary Grant and a love scene with Gregory Peck but they were nothing compared to this! She really did not know what to think.

Putting it out of her head at least for the time being, she got up from her bunk. Mary Ann had already gone out and started breakfast it appeared. The movie star yawned a bit before picking up her shampoo container and homemade coconut and papaya soap to head to the shower. She was glad that the men figured out how to get the water from the hot spring running to the showers. It made life so much easier. The Professor invented a tight seal for the leaks in the bamboo pipe system that Gilligan had built. With some adjustment made by the Skipper, the seven finally had some actually running water. It was a luxury to say the least.

The redhead stepped into her bamboo shower and turned the faucet. The water felt good running down. She could just forget everything. Especially that love letter. It still bugged her that she could not figure out the writer. The movie star studied it again before she went to bed and still had no answer. Ginger dabbed a bit of the shampoo in her hand and worked it into a lather in her hair. The scent was just heavenly. The Professor sure knew how to make fragrant shampoo that was for sure. Used the best flower extracts and a touch of coconut oil. She rinsed the suds and then began to wash. Her mind went back to her dreams from last night. What on earth could have brought them on and what was it that the Professor was telling her in them that she could not understand. And why couldn't she understand. It made no sense to her at all. Oh well. Ginger thought to herself. It could just be nothing. Dream are just weird like that sometimes. Is what she told herself. In actuality she was worried that maybe just maybe there was a gem of truth to them and she didn't want to face it. But that was crazy. She was not in love with the Professor. She did not have a crush on him. Did she?

Ginger turned the water off and grabbed a towel wrapping it around her body. She then picked up another towel wrapping it around like at turban on her head. The movie star stepped out of the shower and walked back to her hut. As she did, she noticed an envelope on the ground. She picked it up and saw it had her name written. She gulped. Another love letter? Quickly the starlet went inside her hut and placed the envelope down on her table. She then quickly dressed in her green gown and fixed up hair and make-up. It was then that she picked that envelope back up. With nervous hands, she opened it up and pulled the contents out. Ginger unfolded the blue stationery reading the words.
Oh my…The starlet was stunned. This letter was even more beautiful then the other one. So romantic and…just wonderful! But like before it was not signed and she hadn't a clue who gave it to her.

Ginger locked it in her diary with the other and headed out of the hut to the communal area. Mary Ann had just finished making pancakes and was serving them. The actress noticed an empty spot once again next to the Professor. Strange. Just like at dinner. She shrugged and went over placing herself down next to the academic.

"Morning Ginger." He greeted her with a smile.

She felt hot for a minute as an image from her dreams flashed in her mind. Her cheeks were flush and she looked down at her plate muttering a Good Morning Professor.

"Sleep well?" The science man asked of her pleasantly.

"Huh?" Ginger asked as she had been trying to avoid his gaze.

"I asked if you slept well."

"Oh uh…yeah fine." The movie star concentrated on the pancakes on her plate. She picked up the gourd filled with syrup and poured it on top. For a minute she a memory flashed into her mind about another syrup that Gilligan had made but she quickly squashed it. Just eat your pancakes. She told herself. Just eat your pancakes….God why does he keep looking at me!

"You look very pretty in that dress Ginger." The Professor commented.

"What?" She looked down as if she just remembered she even had the dress on. "Oh..um…thank you."

"I think green in an excellent color on you." He continued. "It brings out the color in your lovely eyes."

Ginger swallowed hard. Did the Professor just say she had lovely eyes? Did she hear that right? Was she dreaming again? "Oh I…thank…thank you.." She said still looking at her breakfast and trying her best to not look at him.

"I must say though." The Professor pressing on. "I think that your best gown would be your orange one. It really highlights the beauty of your hair."

The movie star was at a complete loss for words. He thought her orange dress was her best gown and it brought out the beauty of her hair? Since when did he notice these things? Was he…was the Professor….She had no idea. Her mind was going a mile a minute as she reached for her cup of orange juice guzzling it down. Why was it so freaken hot!

He leaned closer to her and gently placed his finger under her chin turning her head so she would be forced to look at him. "I think you look like a stunning vision in that orange gown. I'm only sorry you don't wear it more often."

Ginger opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Stunning vision? She should wear her orange gown more? What in the world was…The starlet could not finish her thought as she all of a sudden felt his fingers brushing her hair away from her neck. She was frozen in place as he leaned in even closer his lips at her ear. "You know that syrup brings back memories of the fist time we had pancakes on the island…"

The movie star felt as if she was going to burst into flames. That was the very memory she tried to squash earlier. Recalling how two of the island inhabitants got stuck to the Minnow by glue. The Professor needed perfume to dissolve it and he went to her. He yanked her forward and….She felt as if she could not breathe as she thought back to that moment. Ginger's mind was trying to figure out what words she could say but he just smiled at her and got up from the table walking away. The starlet tried to compose herself. She had no idea what had just happened. She thinks the Professor was…flirting…with her.. This was a new twist. He never…but he just…Lord was going on! She decided to forget her breakfast and go for a walk to clear her mind.

The actress walked into the jungle thinking about what occurred at breakfast. She didn't want to but she could not help it. That man of science bewildered her. He never…he never ever acted in such a manner. He never was…flirtatious. Roy Hinkley was serious and did not think about such things. So why was he doing this now?
She sat down on a rock trying to figure it out. Did he…did he like her? Was he the one behind…A thousand questions with no answers. Mary Ann came walking by with the basket of laundry a few minutes later. She spotted her friend in deep thought. "Ginger." She said coming up to her. "Anything wrong?"

The starlet nodded. "I guess..I don't know actually…I…I got another love letter."

"You did?" The farm girl said setting down the basket and sitting down on the rock next to the actress. "What did it say? Do you know who it was from?"

"It said the most loving romantic things. It was more beautiful then the other one. And it was still unsigned. It said that I had mystifying green eyes like emeralds. And how they longed to kiss my pouty lips. They said I was an angel. I have not a clue who is sending me these sweet letters."

Mary Ann spoke. "Well I did notice how the Professor was acting towards you at breakfast.."

Ginger smiled a bit to herself. "He was rather…sweet…You think he could be behind this?"

"It is possible. You should find out."

"How am I going to do that?" Ginger asked. "Knowing him he would flatly deny it and say he does not act in such a manner towards women. Besides I can't be positive it's him. I don't know…I have no idea what to think. " She thought a bit more before speaking. "Maybe…maybe he does…like me and…this is his way of letting me know…"

"I think you could be right." The farm girl said nodding. "He always seemed smitten with you. I have seen the way he looks at you at times. He always wants you to help him with his experiments. I recall clearly the words "How 'bout it Ginger?" Remember when we were feeding Gilligan and he said he needed help with the chemicals? He was just being polite by asking Gilligan if he could spare you or me. The man wanted you."

Ginger blushed and picked at her nails. "You think?"

"I do. Ginger go talk to him. Work your Ginger Grant magic and get the truth out of him." She smiled as she got up and picked up the laundry basket before walking off.

The movie star thought about this. Work her Ginger Grant magic on him. She supposed she could but…well what if she…what if she started kissing him and couldn't stop. What if she forgot herself completely and melted into his arms. Those dreams she had were so real and vivid and still fresh in her mind. Shaking her head, she lifted herself up from the rock and started walking down the path. As she walked she came upon the academic carrying a load of fresh water towards camp. Her eyes noticed his muscles strained against his tight fitting blue shirt. It set her heart racing. Why this did she was unaware. And she was not about to figure it out. She could just watch him all day long. He was so handsome and…She broke out of her revere and rushed to her hut before more thoughts entered into her mind. No she can't be thinking this! This was insane! The Professor was not the one who…Was he? Could he be? Was she wrong? It was so confusing it hurt her head to try and sort it all out.

Camp

The Professor filled the trough with the fresh water thinking about breakfast. He was pleased with Ginger's reaction. The red that colored her cheeks which he found to be very becoming. Her nervousness was charming. Usually it was she would made him feel this way. The man would often forget what he was doing or thinking when she was in his presence and ended up momentarily getting lost in those mesmerizing green eyes.
The way the scent of her perfume would hit is nose and it would stay with him throughout the day. Her sweet laughter. Everything about her drove him to distraction. Now for once he appeared to be the one who drove her…It was a nice feeling. The Professor just hoped it would last. He prayed that he could do enough to keep her attention and then have her fall in love with him.

More than anything he wished to have her as his very own. Be the one who gets to hold her at night. Sometimes he even went so far as to envision marrying that goddess. Imagining how she would bear his children. Of course they would be beautiful children and take after their equally beautiful mother. He knew that he was getting way ahead of himself but he could not help it. He just loved that actress so much it hurt. Roy Hinkley was not one to fall madly in love but he had with Ginger Grant. His only wish was for her to love him the same as he did her.

Never did he forget the first time his own blue eyes came in contact with her dangerous voluptuous curves. He had no idea what hit him. All he knew was that this was by far the sexiest female he had ever encountered. No one would ever be able to compare to her and he knew it. This is why he was set on making her his. He could not stand the idea of continuing on without her in his arms.

The Professor thought of how she would perform musical numbers for them. His favorite was I Want To Be Loved By You. He liked to think she was actually singing to him. That the words of the song were directed at him and she was conveying the message it was him that she desired to have love her. Whenever she sang, he saw and heard nothing but the redhead beauty. Ginger had way of captivating him. Of course she could. She was a pro but it was more than just that. He loved her and he was proud of her talent. She had remarkable talent and he firmly believed that Hollywood was missing this talent. How he wished he could get her back to Hollywood! It was the one thing he cursed himself for not being able to do. It was the main reason he thought of so many ways of trying to get rescued. He was doing it mostly for Ginger. The Professor hated seeing the sadness and longing in her eyes when she listened to the report from Hollywood on the radio. He knew that she wished to be a part of that scene once again. If he could work his will, he would have her back there.

The academic finished pouring the water and brought the yoke back to the supply hut. He placed it down and left the hut. As he left, he spotted Ginger who appeared to be writing in her diary. He wished he knew what she wrote. Wondering if any of those entries involved him and if she had any words of affection for him. Well he would find out soon enough.

Ginger scribbled in her diary an entry about the love letter. She was still puzzled about it.
Her talk with Mary Ann had her more confused. Perhaps it was the Professor but maybe she was mistaken. Maybe he was not trying to be flirtatious with her but was only complimenting her. He knew how she liked to be complimented on her appearance. Was that it? But what was with him practically nuzzling her? Maybe Mary Ann was right and she should just go find out for certain. This was just driving her crazy and would continue to drive her crazy if she did not get any answers soon!