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The Professor sat alone in his hut pondering the turn of events. They didn't add up. Ginger acting the way she was. Rejecting him? She had never shown at anytime she wasn't interested in being with him. Not once.
He recalled the time they had first made love. He had felt nervous and quite inadequate as he had not had a whole lot of experience in that area, not to say he had none but still it wasn't something that he had done very much in his life.
The Professor had feared he wouldn't be able to please her as she would have liked him to.

Ginger assured him that his past made no difference to her. She put his mind at ease telling him to just go with what he was feeling and take it at his own pace. Once his lips had touched hers, all his feelings of doubts went straight out the window. His love and desire for her took over. He found himself wanting to savor every bit of her. His hands had carefully explored every inch of her body. Ginger had moaned her pleasure with his touch. She brought him closer to her whispering how much she wanted him…pleading with him to… He had then found a rhythm and the starlet wrapped herself around him tightly calling out his name over and over. When she had finally reached the height of her passion, she collapsed in his arms sighing happily.

Ginger had then snuggled up close to him going on about how wonderful he was and to prove it she pulled him back on top of her demanding he make love to her once more. It had been once incredible experience. Ginger had even whispered softly to him that she had wished she had waited for him. That no man could ever love her the way he did.
She marveled at how he had thought he wouldn't be able to please her. He pleased her just fine and they ended up making love almost the entire night. The actress simply could not get enough of him and he really didn't want to let go of her. It was like all the built up sexual tension that had been between them finally exploded.

The Professor brought his mind back to the present and trying to figure out what was causing Ginger to act the way she was. It was a puzzle. What made it more troubling was that just that afternoon when they were packing, she used her seduction methods on him enticing him into a very heated situation. Granted, they hadn't actually made love but it had been satisfying enough for them both. Ginger in her usual way told him in her breathy seductive voice to be prepared for later. Another reason why this was all a shock to him. Yes Ginger could have changed her mind but if she had she certainly wouldn't just give him the cold shoulder like this.

Deciding that sitting stewing in the hut would do him no good, He decided to take a walk to clear his mind. Maybe once he got back, Ginger would be waiting for him and laughing about how it was all a ploy to throw him off. At least that's what he had hoped. He went into the jungle walking along the path and again his mind drifted to Ginger.
Recalling the fight he had with her regarding whether or not to say a person snored was an insult.
It was petty and they both knew it. He had found her the next day and apologized for his behavior and she said she was sorry for getting angry about something so ridiculous. He had asked her if she wouldn't mind walking with him in the jungle and she had gladly accepted.

The Professor had pointed out different things to her and she appeared to be genuinely fascinated by it all. He explained the different types of flowers and which ones were the most fragrant and would last the longest. Ginger told him she was grateful for his input as she would now know what type of flower to pick to place in the hut she shared with Mary had come to the camp area. He had sat down and was going to continue his conversation with her when Mrs. Howell had come running out. She had apparently set her sights on matching him up with Ginger. To be honest, he had wished Mr. Howell hadn't spilled his wife's intentions. He would have loved nothing more than to partake in whatever plot Mrs. Howell had planned for them.

The fact that Mrs. Howell saw that spark between them, said a lot. He had been fairly certain that everyone knew about his attraction to Ginger. The Professor knew he had not been very successful in hiding it. It had to have come to light that time he announced to Ginger in front of everyone that she did not look like she was suffering from a deficiency of anything. The way Ginger's eyes lit up and her smile when she said in a slightly sultry tone. "Thank you Professor." said it all.

He was head over heels in love with the red headed movie star and he knew it. Whether or not Ginger had loved him at that point, he was not certain until that day. That day when they argued in his hut while performing that experiment.
How he just blurted out how he went to the cave to find the eye of the idol simply because it made her happy appeared to seal it for Ginger.

She ceased being angry. Her face had brightened. She declared she loved him too and then…then those incredible lips were on his and it was all he could do to not to ravish her although he was fairly certain that she would not have protested.

The Professor walked a bit more sitting down on a rock. Something was definitely going on with Ginger. He knew she was excited about returning to Hollywood but that could not possibly be the reason she was pushing him away. It had to be more. What is was he didn't know. She was the only woman in his life he had ever actually loved. He never thought much of love before her. To him it was just some chemical thing. Nothing more. Now. Now he knew better than that.

God what if he lost her? What if she had decided he wasn't good enough for her?
What if she had decided that she would rather have one of those handsome Hollywood men? Was it possible? For almost the first time in his life, tears began to well up in his eyes. The thought of losing Ginger was too much to take. She was his whole world. The only thing that meant anything to him. Without Ginger, his life didn't mean a damn thing. He didn't want to go back to his lonely world that consisted of books and research and not much else.

A few tears had fallen and he quickly wiped them away. There had to be something. Something he could do. Anything. He simply could not go on without his beautiful Hollywood starlet. Had he bothered to turn his head, he would have seen that beautiful starlet desperately trying to get his attention. He would have seen her trying to call out to him behind her gag. But he didn't see her. The Professor gathered himself and walked away to head back to his hut.

Cave

Ginger tried and tried with everything in her to get the Professor's attention. She hit the cell door with her shoulder and arm the best she could. She tried screaming as loud as she could from behind her gag. He did not hear or notice her. When he had turned to leave, her heart sank.

Ginger tried calling to him again pleading with him to come back. She had tried to rub the gag against the bamboo bars, to try and pull it away from her mouth but was not having any luck. She gave up and sat back down on the cave floor crying.

Jungle

Fake Ginger ran through the line in the book again when the Professor walked by her. He thought he would try once more. "Hello my love." He greeted her.

Fake Ginger looked up and frowned. "Do you mind? I'm trying to get this line down." She snapped.

The Professor sighed. "Ginger..you mind telling me what exactly is going on? Why are you acting this way?"

Fake Ginger looked at him. "Acting what way? I told you I want to brush up on my acting skills. This is my career you know."

"I know how much your acting career means to you and I support you but that does not explain why you are pushing me away. Since when do you not want me to help you with rehearsing?"

Fake Ginger put on a smile. "Professor you know that I would love for you to help me but.."

"And that's another thing." The Professor said crossing his arms. "Since when do you call me Professor? You had ceased doing that every since we got together. You've only ever referred to me as that when…well…in moments of passion…" He said tactfully.

Fake Ginger silently chastised herself. "I…I just…it's a habit…" She said in a weak explanation. "Now if you will please move on." She said going back to her book. "I have more work to do."

"Fine." The Professor said angerly. "Work on your damn acting." He stormed off in a huff.

Fake Ginger ignored that and went back to her book.

The Professor angerly pushed the door of his hut fuming as he stepped inside. He could not make sense of any of this. Ginger never had…. Then he realized something. Something that made him question just who this Ginger was.
The necklace. The necklace he had given her. She wasn't wearing it. When he had given it to her, she declared she wouldn't go one day without having it around her neck.

He did acknowledge that it was possible it had fallen off but wouldn't Ginger be frantic about that? He knew how sentimental she was about things. And she certainly would be about the necklace. The fact that she didn't even mention to him about having possibly lost it made him even more suspicious.