"Look at him, Ginger, he's a natural."
"Oh, but don't they look cute!"
"You'd think this was his destiny."
Gilligan turned to the girls with his best 'I know you're laughing at me, but I'm going to pretend I don't care' expression. It only served to make the girls giggle harder.
After Gilligan's first woeful attempts to integrate Jonas the baby chimp into the humans' way of life, the mother chimp (who was a relative of Gladys'), had returned to the campsite one day with a contrite little Jonas in tow, having obviously reprimanded him herself for misbehaving in the Skipper's hut and causing such a hullabaloo. Mary Ann had watched entranced as Gilligan and the mother chimp conducted some sort of a conversation on the edge of the clearing while little Jonas clutched tightly to Gilligan's pants leg with his little hairy fists, staring up at the first mate with wide, imploring eyes. Once the 'conversation' had ended, Gilligan had come back to the table with Jonas in his arms and the mother chimp watching carefully from the sidelines. She says he'll behave this time, he'd told her. And lo and behold, the little chimp had been good as gold from then onwards. Discipline in the chimpanzee world was obviously no-nonsense, firm and lasting.
Now Gilligan and the girls were in the girls' hut, with Jonas laid out on his back like a human baby on Mary Ann's old bed, watching Gilligan intently with his shiny brown button eyes.
Gilligan was learning how to put on a diaper.
They had made a pile of makeshift diapers from old blankets. Gilligan was using three or four of them on Jonas to make sure he knew exactly what to do when the time came. He was determined to be a hands-on father. Don't you worry about a thing, Mary Ann, he'd told his wife one night when she'd started panicking about how she was going to cope. You just make sure the food goes in, and I'll take care of it when it comes out.
But now he wasn't sure if he'd made the right decision. Putting a diaper on wasn't as easy as he'd thought. Maybe he'd just disappear into the jungle as soon as the baby was born and not come back until it was five years old, fully toilet trained and ready to build sandcastles.
On his fourth attempt the diaper actually looked like it was going to stay on, but as soon as he lifted Jonas from the bed the diaper slid down the chimp's little bowed legs and fell off onto the sandy floor. The girls hid their giggles behind their hands and sat there with their shoulders shaking and even Jonas looked at Gilligan with eyes that said I'm really getting a little bored with this now.
"Here, Gilligan, let me show you," said Mary Ann, composing herself. She went over to the bed and laid Jonas down, taking the diaper and working quickly until the cloth was snug around the little animal's nether regions and held firmly in place with two safety pins. When she lifted up the chimp, the diaper stayed put, and the little animal chattered excitedly and kicked his legs as if to say, at last, someone who knows what they're doing. Now can we go play outside?
"How'd you do that?" Gilligan asked, wide eyed and a little perturbed.
"Trade secret," Mary Ann smiled, reaching up and tapping him lightly on the end of his nose.
Gilligan was nothing if not determined however, and over the ensuing days he practised and practised and practised until finally, one morning in their own hut, the diaper held fast as he picked Jonas up off the bed. His happiness at having succeeded was so great that he whooped and yelled and swung the baby chimp around and around until they both became dizzy and had to sit down before they fell down.
"I did it!" he cried breathlessly. "I did it!"
"You did it!" laughed Mary Ann, jigging up and down with delight, clasping her hands under her chin.
"Do I get a reward?" he said then, looking at her with an expression that suggested only one thing.
Mary Ann went over and sat on the bed beside him. She rested her hand on his thigh and and coyly fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe."
He kissed her, gently at first and then with increasing passion until she found herself flat on her back with him above her, his hand moving in sensuous circles over her rotund baby bump. Jonas jumped down to the floor, chattering softly.
"I don't think the baby should be seeing this," Mary Ann giggled, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes.
Gilligan raised his head and watched the chimp scoot across the room on all fours towards the door, its little bottom securely wrapped up. "I don't think the baby cares," he grinned. "I think the baby wants to go and show off the diaper daddy made."
"While daddy makes whoopee?" Mary Ann said, squirming with pleasure as his fingers grazed her hip.
"While daddy shows mommy how much he loves her," Gilligan said huskily, attempting to kiss her again, "and mommy shows daddy how much she loves him."
"And meanwhile, baby's running around loose and creating havoc outside."
"Mary Ann, it's not like he's going to get lost. He knows this island better than we do."
"But if he was really our baby, we wouldn't leave him on his own."
"If he was really our baby he'd be in his crib with his toys to keep him occupied."
"Men." Mary Ann sighed. "You have an answer for everything when it comes to...you-know-what."
"Mmm," Gilligan agreed, burying his face in her neck. "That we do, Mary Ann. That we do."
"Not that I'm...complaining," Mary Ann murmured, arching her back as his lips found an erogenous zone, surrendering herself to him at last.
Afterwards, when they finally emerged from their hut to shower and get dressed ready for a trip to camp, they found Jonas still wearing his diaper and sitting in a nearby tree picking at the bark and waiting patiently for them to appear.
"See?" said Gilligan. "He knows better than to disobey his mom. His real mom, I mean. You know, ooh, ooh, ooh." He pulled a monkey face and jumped up and down waving his arms in imitation of the mother chimp. This earned him a playful swat on the shoulder from Mary Ann, which made him laugh and make even more chimp noises, with Jonas joining in from the tree branch from which he was now swinging by one arm.
"There are times when I'm glad the girls from Winfield can't see me now," Mary Ann said mock-sternly. "They'd think I was married to some kind of Monkey Boy!"
# # # #
"Twenty two weeks," said the Professor, poring over A World Of Facts while pacing around the supply hut. "Over half way through her pregnancy. I'm getting more and more out of my depth every day."
"You're certainly worrying more than the rest of us," said Ginger, watching him go round and round and round. "And you know that worrying doesn't help."
"I know that, Ginger. But I find myself dreaming about this birth. I dream about the baby slipping out of my hands, or the baby coming out as an alien or a zombie, or Mary Ann suffering with terrible labour pains and me not being able to do anything to help her."
"Are your dreams about Mary Ann, or are they actually about you?" said Ginger, gently.
The Professor stopped in his tracks and looked at Ginger in despair. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I know one thing. I'm terrified."
Ginger's eyes widened. It was most unlike Roy Hinkley to confess to such a strong emotion. It was also a little scary. If the Professor was terrified, what hopes did the rest of them have? They were all relying on him to deliver Mary Ann's baby safely. Then it hit her.
They were all relying on him.
No wonder the poor man was terrified.
"Professor," the movie star said, standing tall in her gold gown with her chin up and shoulders back. "You and I are in this together. I won't let you go it alone. I'll be there at your side, through wind and rain, through darkness and light, to share your heavy burden through these lean and wicked times."
"Well, that's very kind of you," the Professor smiled, "but what's that got to do with delivering a baby?"
Ginger shrugged. "Probably nothing. But it's from a movie I was in once, and I thought it sounded encouraging."
"You're right," the Professor chuckled. "It does. And I'm always up for a movie quote."
Ginger smiled knowingly. "'The Hula Girl and The Fullback'?"
"Gets me every time."
Ginger laughed sensuously. "You're full of surprises today, Professor."
"Anything to take my mind off babies."
Ginger moved closer. "I think I know how to do that."
Just as she reached out to take him in her arms, they heard the familiar sounds of someone approaching. Well, two someones. And a something.
"Here we go," the Professor muttered. "I wonder what it is this time?"
Ginger sighed loudly. She went over to the door and pulled it open, not realising that Gilligan was about to knock on it. This resulted in Gilligan knocking on Ginger's forehead while his head was still turned towards Mary Ann.
"Hello? Anybody home?" he said, before he noticed it was Ginger and not the door. He pulled his hand back with a startled oops.
"I could ask you the same question," Ginger said with a sulky pout, looking upwards at her dishevelled fringe.
"I'm sorry, Ginger. I didn't know you were there." Gilligan reached up and attempted to pull a few flame red strands of Ginger's hair back into place. The movie star nudged his hand away impatiently and stood beside the open door, ushering them into the room.
"Come on in," she said in a cool, professional tone. "The doctor is waiting."
With the baby chimp attached to his left hip, Gilligan came into the supply hut with Mary Ann behind him. Her swollen belly was very obvious now, which made her walk with her back slightly bowed. Gilligan called it her penguin waddle (or her Skipper impression, when he was feeling particularly cheeky), which usually earned him a shoulder swat, although even Mary Ann had to admit that was exactly what it looked like.
The Professor had to smile at this makeshift little family standing before him. There was something endearing about the way Gilligan held one arm protectively around Mary Ann while his other arm cradled a juvenile chimpanzee with almost equal care. It didn't seem to matter that the ape wasn't a human baby. Gilligan was as gentle with it as though it were his own, and the little animal looked quite content pressed up as it was against the first mate's skinny body with its long hairy arms wound tightly round his neck and its head resting on his shoulder.
"And what can we do for the Gilligans today?" The Professor asked, in a cool, professional tone to match Ginger's.
"Well," said Gilligan. "We just wanted to know, um...that is..." he let go of Mary Ann and covered the chimp's ears with his free hand, "...if it's okay for us to go on having, um...s-e-x, now that Mary Ann's belly's gotten so big."
Ginger clamped her hand over her mouth but couldn't stop the very unladylike, not to mention unprofessional snort of laughter that came bursting out of her. She composed herself quickly and directed her gaze out of the open door, her mouth twisted valiantly against further explosions of mirth.
"Gilligan!" said Mary Ann, going bright red. "Did you have to come out with it as bluntly as that?"
"That's what you're meant to do at the doctor's!" Gilligan countered. "Tell him your problems! Skinny Mulligan once got a peanut stuck in his ear and didn't tell the doctor and woke up screaming 'cause he'd had a nightmare that a peanut plant was growing inside his head and eventually Mrs. Mulligan had to take him to the hospital for an operation, and they cut his head open!"
"I'm sure they didn't cut his head open," said the Professor, patiently.
"That's what he said they did. And Fatso Flanagan's uncle was a doctor, and he said they woulda used a nine inch blade and a two-bit drill to get in there."
"I think that was probably just a story he concocted to stop you boys from further attempts to insert foreign objects in your ears," the Professor smiled.
"It wasn't a foreign object, it was a peanut, and Skinny didn't put it in his ear, Florence Oppenheimer did. While he was asleep, on the grass."
The Professor shook his head. "They would have reached in with a small pair of sanitized, surgical tweezers and simply pulled the offending object out, and then given him some antiseptic ointment to prevent infection."
"No. They drilled a hole into his head and got it out that way." Gilligan was adamant.
The Professor smiled at Mary Ann. "Aren't you glad that I'm delivering your baby, and not him?"
"Very much so," Mary Ann nodded.
"However," the Professor continued, "to answer your somewhat direct question, Gilligan, the baby is very well protected by the muscular walls of the uterus and the cushioning effect of the amniotic fluid, and by the mucus plug which seals off the neck of the uterus. No injury will occur during gentle, loving sex. And I can assure you that's a medical fact."
"What about..." Gilligan was hesitant now. His face twisted into all kinds of embarrassed expressions. He looked at Mary Ann, then down at the floor, then hefted Jonas into a more comfortable position before leaning forward and speaking again, in a tone low enough so that only the Professor could hear him properly. "What about, you know, when she likes it..." he lowered his voice even further, "...rough?"
The Professor almost let his cool demeanour slip. The last thing he wanted was a mental picture like that. But some women were known to become more sexual when they were pregnant, and so maybe that was what was happening to Mary Ann. And that was another mental picture he didn't really want, either. "Well, " he stammered, "some women do find they are more easily aroused, due to the increased blood flow to the pelvic region..."
"I'll say!" Gilligan interrupted, looking suspiciously pleased with himself.
"However, if the size of the bump begins to make it uncomfortable, there are plenty of other ways to enjoy intimacy without..." The Professor stopped. He also lowered his voice so that only Gilligan could hear him. "...penetration."
Gilligan's brow furrowed. Please don't ask what penetration is, the Professor thought with despair. "Putting it in," he explained, quickly.
"But that's the best part!" said Gilligan, loudly.
"What's the best part?" Mary Ann asked.
"Putting it...mmmmph!" Gilligan found his words blocked by the Professor's hand wedged firmly against his mouth. He shot the Professor an indignant look, but the Professor just raised his eyebrows until the first mate relented. "Nothing, Mary Ann," he said when the Professor took his hand away at last. "The Professor says it's okay to do it as long as we're careful."
"That's wonderful!" said Mary Ann, looking suspiciously enthusiastic. "Oh, but for how long? I mean, could it dislodge the baby at any time?"
The Professor ran his palms over his face, wondering if this ordeal was ever going to end. "Sex during pregnancy shouldn't start labour until the body is ready," he said calmly. "And you have four months to go yet. Just...er...be gentle."
Mary Ann held tightly onto Gilligan's right arm. Her eyes shone with undisguised delight. "You don't know how happy I am to hear that," she said, excitedly. "I don't know what's happening to me, but I'm really enjoying this part of my pregnancy!"
"Me too," the first mate grinned.
Were they sent here just to torment me? the Professor thought. "Was there anything else?" he asked.
Mary Ann shrugged. "Just a general check up, please, Professor. I always feel better after you've reassured me everything's all right."
If only someone would reassure me that everything's all right. Here I am worrying myself sick while these two are having the time of their lives! "Okay," the Professor smiled. "Gilligan, you can take the baby chimp outside while I give Mary Ann her check up, please. As lovely as he is, I really don't want any animals loose in my office while I go about my professional duties."
"Sure, Professor." Gilligan hoisted Jonas up onto his hip and leaned down to kiss Mary Ann gently on the corner of her mouth. "Be good," he said softly.
"I will," she replied, equally softly, her cheeks pink and eyelashes lowered.
Ginger hooked her slender fingers around Gilligan's elbow and led him out of the door. "Come along, Romeo," she said. "You can face being apart for ten minutes, can't you?"
"Not these days," said Gilligan candidly. "This pregnancy sure is weird. First she's sick, then she can't stop eating, and now she can't stop..."
"Gilligan, you don't have to tell us everything," Ginger said, shaking her head at him.
"But, Ginger, nothing like this has ever happened to me, ever! When I was a kid, Skinny and Fatso and Billy McGuire all had girlfriends and I was the only one who didn't. And then, the first time I kissed a girl was really an accident, I didn't know it was gonna happen, I was trying out my new skateboard and I skated into her and we ended up on the ground and somehow I kissed her on the cheek even though I wasn't trying to, and she told her brother and he came after me on his skateboard and pushed me into a ditch, and even in grammar school I got called Goofy Gilligan 'cause I was so clumsy, and the girls used to say if you go out on a date with Goofy Gilligan you're liable to break your neck, and this one girl did ask me out on a date once but I chickened out at the last minute 'cause I thought it was a joke and her friends would be laughing about it, and when I saw her the next Monday she started crying and squished her bubblegum in my hair and my mom had to cut it out with scissors. And then...and then..." Gilligan paused for one tremendous gasp of oxygen. "But anyway, I never went out with any girls the way the other guys did and I never knew what any of this was like until I married Mary Ann and now it's like I can't stop it, and I don't want to stop it, and even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn't stop it because Mary Ann loves me like a hurricane, or a typhoon, and once she starts that's it, I'm blown away by feelings I never, ever had before!"
"Gilligan, calm down," Ginger laughed, when she was able to get a word in at last. "You're getting the little guy all agitated."
"Oh, no...that's the Skipper doing that," said Gilligan, holding the chimp tightly as the real Jonas Grumby approached them across the clearing. "For some reason, Jonas gets naughty when he sees the Skipper."
As if on cue, Jonas bounded down out of Gilligan's arms and ran across to the Skipper, leaping up onto the big man's pants leg and chattering wildly.
"Gilligan, please discipline your child," the Skipper boomed good-naturedly, lifting the raucous little animal into the air.
"Come here, Jonas, that's a good boy," Gilligan cooed, taking Jonas back into his own embrace. "Behave for daddy and you get extra banana for dinner. How'd you like that, hmm?"
Both Ginger and the Skipper watched in amazement as the little chimp calmed down immediately and nuzzled its hairy little face against Gilligan's, making little chimpanzee noises of contentment.
"You're a natural, little buddy," the Skipper laughed, shaking his head affectionately.
"Yeah, and you know something, Skipper? If I'm the monkey's daddy, then you must be the monkey's uncle." Gilligan winked playfully at the Skipper, who removed his hat and made as if to hit Gilligan with it.
"Why, you..."
"Now, now. Remember, Skipper. Monkey see, monkey do."
"Monkey with me, and I'll monkey with you," the Skipper laughed, waggling his fingers at the little chimp. "Anyway. Where is our dear Mary Ann this fine day?"
"Oh, she's over in the supply hut having her breasts felt by the Professor," Gilligan said innocently.
"What the...?" the Skipper blurted. "Gilligan, must you say these things so...so...undiluted?"
"I should hope she isn't having her breasts felt by the Professor," Ginger said with a pout.
"Sorry, Skipper, but I keep forgetting the words he uses. Mammo, lacto, something. She's got all this milk forming inside 'em, see, and they get sensitive, she says, and sometimes they hurt, and..."
"Gilligan. We get the picture," said the Skipper, blushing. "Although we'd rather not get the picture, if you know what I mean." he exchanged a look with Ginger, who lifted her eyes skywards.
"Sometimes she just needs reassuring that it's 'cause her breasts are making milk, and I forget that word, too. I'm sorry, Skipper, all I know is the Professor has to feel her breasts. Like a doctor would," he added, noticing Ginger's expression.
"I remember when we weren't allowed to discuss Mary Ann and her private life in public," Ginger said, crossing her arms over her chest just in case the subject matter inadvertently drew attention to her own breasts.
"That was before she got pregnant," Gilligan said. "but now I'm just so excited and happy and scared that I can't keep it inside any longer. I need to talk about it. I need to." He hefted little Jonas, settling the chimp onto his other hip and placing his weight onto his other foot. He stared plaintively at the Skipper. "Because sometimes it's all too much for me to deal with by myself."
There was a moment of silence between them and suddenly, without warning, Gilligan burst into tears. Jonas looked worried and put his hand on Gilligan's face, catching some of the tears and putting them on the end of his little tongue.
"Oh, Gilligan!" said Ginger. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, come here, little buddy," said the Skipper, prising Jonas out of Gilligan's shaking arms and setting the chimp gently down on the ground, where he sat quietly, tasting the saltwater on his fingers and looking up at Gilligan with big round eyes, chittering quietly to himself.
The Skipper pulled Gilligan into a fierce hug, his huge, bearlike arms almost swallowing the first mate's skinny frame. Gilligan's fragility was always so much more apparent at moments like these, when the Skipper's huge bulk threatened to overwhelm him. But the Skipper was a solid rock, an anchor in a storm. He held his little buddy and didn't say a word until Gilligan was ready. Meanwhile, Ginger reached out and put her hand on Gilligan's back and rubbed him gently between the shoulderblades. She should have known he was building up to something when he started babbling about Skinny and Fatso and all the girls at school. Gilligan's life was changing faster than he knew how to deal with it.
"I'm okay," Gilligan spluttered. "Really. I'm not sad or anything."
"We know, little buddy," said the Skipper gently. "We know."
"It's too much sometimes, isn't it, Gilligan?" Ginger said, quietly. "One minute it's all exciting, the next it scares you to death."
Gilligan nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve just as Skipper removed a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to his friend. "Mary Ann and the baby depend on me," he said, his voice small and quavering. "And I'm scared I won't measure up."
"You'll measure up just fine, little buddy," the Skipper smiled. "And the fact that you're so worried about it shows just what a conscientious man you are."
Gilligan pulled back and stared wordlessly at the Skipper through darkened, tear-stained eyes.
"That means you want nothing more than to do the right thing," the Skipper said, with a chuckle. "And you will, Gilligan. You will."
"Thanks, Skipper." Gilligan disengaged himself from the Skipper's arms at last. His skinny shoulders shook as he wiped the tears from his face and blew his nose loudly and wetly into the handkerchief. He screwed it into a ball and made to hand it back to the Skipper.
"Ah, no thanks, little buddy," the Skipper said, slightly reluctant to accept the soggy offering. "You can keep it."
Ginger could no longer contain herself. She launched herself at the first mate and enveloped him in a warm, perfume scented embrace, her breasts pressed against his chest. "Gilligan, we all love you," she breathed, clinging to him as though he would lift into the air at the slightest breeze. "You'll be a wonderful father. We know you will. You're one of the bravest men I've ever met, and believe me, I've met quite a number of men."
"I know that," said Gilligan.
"And not one of them was as..." Ginger stopped and released Gilligan from her clutches. "What do you mean, you know that?" she glared at him haughtily.
"I know you've met a lot of men," Gilligan repeated, hooking his thumb into his cuff and dragging it across his eyes in such a childlike way that Ginger couldn't be mad at him for anything. "But you know what, Ginger? They were all luckier to meet you than you were to meet them. I sure feel like a lucky guy for knowing you."
"Gilligan, you smooth talking devil," Ginger laughed, and pulled him back into her arms, hugging him tightly and swinging him round in a circle while little Jonas chattered gaily and jumped up and down, glad to see his master happy and smiling again.
"Little buddy, I don't know what it is that you do," said the Skipper, "but you went and did it again!"
# # # #
Later that day, Mary Ann and a newly invigorated Gilligan took Jonas down to the lagoon to sit by the gently lapping water. Mary Ann liked the soothing sounds of the little waves kissing the shore as Gilligan sat behind her and cradled her bump in his arms. They watched Jonas playing with a broken branch, smacking the sand with the leafy end and picking up ants and eating them.
"Our baby will grow up eating ants if they play together," Mary Ann smiled.
"Well, if the ants bite him, he can bite them back," said Gilligan with a cheery grin.
"He?"
"Or she," Gilligan corrected himself. He gasped suddenly, and went wide eyed. "Did you feel that?"
"Yes," Mary Ann laughed. "He or she just gave you a kick."
Gilligan pulled Mary Ann as close to him as he could and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Did you give daddy a kick, little buddy?" he asked her belly. "Can you hear daddy talking about you?"
"He or she is saying 'don't worry daddy, everything's going to be all right'," Mary Ann smiled, tenderly kissing Gilligan's cheek. "We love you, best daddy in the world."
Gilligan spread his hands flat against Mary Ann's belly. "C'mon baby, kick daddy some more," he said. "Let's feel those feet."
After a few moments, Mary Ann's stomach undulated again, a small rippling movement that ended with a firm push against the flat of Gilligan's hand.
"Oh my Gosh," Gilligan breathed. "Oh my Gosh, oh my Gosh!"
"The natives are restless," Mary Ann giggled.
"Oh, Mary Ann, this is so exciting," Gilligan whispered. "That's our baby in there. Our baby, that we made!"
"I know!" Mary Ann agreed. "Sometimes I still can't believe it. How we're married and everything. When I think back over the years, and how I'd almost given up on ever getting you to notice me."
"And now I can't remember a time when I didn't love you, or want you, or need you, or be so scared that anything might happen to you," Gilligan said, gently kissing the back of her neck where her hair trailed loose in long, soft strands.
Mary Ann sighed at the touch of his lips against her skin. "Me neither, Gilligan. In fact, I think I fell in love with you from the moment you held out your hand and helped me aboard the Minnow."
"Really?" Gilligan lifted his head, surprised.
"Really," Mary Ann nodded. "I don't think I'd ever seen such a beautiful, sunny smile as the one you wore that day."
"That's funny, 'cause I remember thinking the very same thing about you."
"Really?" Mary Ann twisted to look at him fully, her eyes wide with delight.
"Really," Gilligan said. "I just didn't want to show it. But I'm real glad I did, even if it took six years."
"You know what they say, better late than never."
"Yeah," Gilligan grinned. "And you know what else they say?"
"What?" said Mary Ann, breaking into a naughty smile.
"'Make hay while the sun shines'." He nuzzled the back of her neck again, and gently nibbled her earlobe. "And the sun's shining. So. Wanna make some hay?"
"What about the other baby?" Mary Ann giggled, her skin tingling all over.
They both looked over to where Jonas was now curled up in the shade of a tree, having exhausted himself playing with the heavy branch and stuffing himself full of ants.
"Aw! Look at him, fast asleep. Like father, like son," Mary Ann giggled.
"Monkey see, monkey do," agreed Gilligan. "And look! He still hasn't lost that diaper."
Mary Ann tipped her head back and looked at Gilligan with eyes full of tenderness and warmth. "That's because you put it on," she said, her voice becoming smoky with desire. "And you're the best there is."
Gilligan covered Mary Ann's mouth with his own and kissed her deeply until there wasn't a single cell in her body that wasn't on fire.
"I love you so much, Mary Ann," he whispered. "I don't think you even know."
"Come on then, haymaker," Mary Ann grinned. "Show me."