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Another somewhat short chapter. Sorry.
Chapter Four
Mary Ann went to bed that night thinking about Ginger's suggestion that she be more aggressive. She couldn't just "vamp" Gilligan---could she? She really didn't think she'd be able to go through with it. It just wasn't her style. She was still thinking about it when she fell asleep; that's probably why she had this dream:
She was walking through the jungle, but something felt different. She looked down at herself and saw that she wasn't wearing her usual gingham dress or shorts. She was wearing a gown similar to Ginger's--tight and low- cut. And her hair was done up like Ginger's too. She was puzzled about why she was dressed like this, but then she saw Gilligan up ahead.
"Hi, Gilligan", she said, surprised that her voice didn't even sound like her own. She sounded more like Ginger--sultry and seductive. What was going on here?
"Uh..hi, Mary Ann", Gilligan said, starting to get nervous. He also wondered why Mary Ann was looking like Ginger. He hated when Ginger "vamped" him--it made him very uncomfortable, and he usually ended up knocking himself out on a tree or some other hard object. He made it look like an accident, but secretly--he did it on purpose.
"Um...Gilligan", Mary Ann said, coming closer to him and putting her arms around his neck. He started backing up, just like he always did with Ginger. "I read your diary...isn't there something you'd like to tell me?", she purred, trying to press against him.
"Like what?" Gilligan was so flustered that he couldn't even remember having a diary. He liked Mary Ann, yes, but he just couldn't deal with her acting like this. He kept backing up until he bumped against a rock. He sat down, and Mary Ann sat down right beside him, with her arms still around him.
"Wouldn't you like to kiss me?" And before he could say anything, Mary Ann kissed him passionately, knocking him backward off the rock and falling off herself. She suddenly woke up.
"Well, that didn't work", she thought to herself. "I scared the poor guy to death." She turned over to go back to sleep, determined that she would get him to admit his feelings--but without "vamping" him. "Besides, he was pretty interested tonight", she thought, smiling to herself.
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Over in his own hut, Gilligan was dreaming, too. He was dreaming about the time he had tried to save Mary Ann from drowning. He had almost drowned that time, too, but the Skipper had jumped in and saved both of them, becoming a hero. But in his dream, he was able to save her himself. He carried her up onto the beach, both of them plopping down on the sand until they could catch their breath. "Oh, Gilligan! You saved my life", Mary Ann gushed. "How can I ever thank you?"
"I'll think of something", Gilligan said. Then he kissed her like he wished he could kiss her in real life--passionately, not timid at all. In his dreams, he didn't feel awkward and unsure of himself--he felt confident and strong. Mary Ann returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then he....
"Gilligan? Gilligan!" The Skipper was shaking him awake. "Wake up, Little Buddy...time for breakfast." The Skipper hurried out the door, humming to himself in anticipation of Mary Ann's cooking.
Gilligan sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He gave a deep sigh. "Boy, talk about lousy timing."
Another somewhat short chapter. Sorry.
Chapter Four
Mary Ann went to bed that night thinking about Ginger's suggestion that she be more aggressive. She couldn't just "vamp" Gilligan---could she? She really didn't think she'd be able to go through with it. It just wasn't her style. She was still thinking about it when she fell asleep; that's probably why she had this dream:
She was walking through the jungle, but something felt different. She looked down at herself and saw that she wasn't wearing her usual gingham dress or shorts. She was wearing a gown similar to Ginger's--tight and low- cut. And her hair was done up like Ginger's too. She was puzzled about why she was dressed like this, but then she saw Gilligan up ahead.
"Hi, Gilligan", she said, surprised that her voice didn't even sound like her own. She sounded more like Ginger--sultry and seductive. What was going on here?
"Uh..hi, Mary Ann", Gilligan said, starting to get nervous. He also wondered why Mary Ann was looking like Ginger. He hated when Ginger "vamped" him--it made him very uncomfortable, and he usually ended up knocking himself out on a tree or some other hard object. He made it look like an accident, but secretly--he did it on purpose.
"Um...Gilligan", Mary Ann said, coming closer to him and putting her arms around his neck. He started backing up, just like he always did with Ginger. "I read your diary...isn't there something you'd like to tell me?", she purred, trying to press against him.
"Like what?" Gilligan was so flustered that he couldn't even remember having a diary. He liked Mary Ann, yes, but he just couldn't deal with her acting like this. He kept backing up until he bumped against a rock. He sat down, and Mary Ann sat down right beside him, with her arms still around him.
"Wouldn't you like to kiss me?" And before he could say anything, Mary Ann kissed him passionately, knocking him backward off the rock and falling off herself. She suddenly woke up.
"Well, that didn't work", she thought to herself. "I scared the poor guy to death." She turned over to go back to sleep, determined that she would get him to admit his feelings--but without "vamping" him. "Besides, he was pretty interested tonight", she thought, smiling to herself.
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Over in his own hut, Gilligan was dreaming, too. He was dreaming about the time he had tried to save Mary Ann from drowning. He had almost drowned that time, too, but the Skipper had jumped in and saved both of them, becoming a hero. But in his dream, he was able to save her himself. He carried her up onto the beach, both of them plopping down on the sand until they could catch their breath. "Oh, Gilligan! You saved my life", Mary Ann gushed. "How can I ever thank you?"
"I'll think of something", Gilligan said. Then he kissed her like he wished he could kiss her in real life--passionately, not timid at all. In his dreams, he didn't feel awkward and unsure of himself--he felt confident and strong. Mary Ann returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then he....
"Gilligan? Gilligan!" The Skipper was shaking him awake. "Wake up, Little Buddy...time for breakfast." The Skipper hurried out the door, humming to himself in anticipation of Mary Ann's cooking.
Gilligan sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He gave a deep sigh. "Boy, talk about lousy timing."