Gilligan's Island
By Mistress Sara (AKA TheOtherMovieStar to those from the GI board at the
Sitcoms boards!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, much to my dismay, I wish I did. Gilligan and
the rest of his cast aways belong to Sherwood Swartz. Enjoy the story.
3-Mistress Sara
"Professor?" a feminine voice called out. He turned to see Ginger, strutting at his hut door, wearing her most exquisite gown.
"Oh, hello Ginger." He said, trying not to stare at her too much. "Do you need something?" he stuttered out.
"Well, you see Professor, this is just a dream. I seem to be the object of your affections. So I pretty much do what you imagine that I do." Ginger explained.
"I'm dreaming?" he asked confused.
"Yes, that's right." She began to walk towards him, sashaying (I can't believe I know how to spell that word!) her hips as she walked. "You have such a high IQ and you're so intelligent. Not to mention you're somewhat of a looker."
The Professor laughed nervously, he was certain that it was a dream, however he was still nervous of what would happen with him and Ginger. Of course if he were just dreaming he wouldn't have to worry about how un- sanitary it would love to kiss her. As she came closer to him the battle in his mind continued to rage on. Before he could analyze the situation in another perspective her lips were softly pressing against his. All of the sudden the Professor woke with a start, he just sat in his bed for a few minutes looking around his hut, wondering what it was that made him have these thoughts. Deep down he knew that it was because of the feelings that he was harboring towards Ginger.
That morning at breakfast the Professor was trying his hardest to avoid Ginger, the dream kept playing over and over again in his mind. It had felt so real, he could almost feel her lips on his, and then again it wasn't like he didn't know how that felt. They had kissed a few times before.
Ginger noticed the distance that the Professor was keeping; she wasn't sure how to take it. "Mary Ann, is it just me or did the Professor seem to be keeping a distance from me today?" Ginger asked her friend.
"What? Oh, yeah I guess so, maybe." Mary Ann said distractedly, she was looking over at Gilligan, who was working on the laundry.
Ginger just discouraged her friend's incomplete answer and odd behavior. She decided to go for a walk in the jungle; her feelings towards the Professor confused her. She had never liked someone so much (Well, besides herself). She found a nice place beneath a tree to sit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Professor thought that he needed to clear his mind for a little bit. He decided to go for a walk in the jungle. She came to a small clearing and was shocked at what he saw...Mary Ann and Gilligan...
Hmm. what could they possibly be doing?
3-Mistress Sara
"Professor?" a feminine voice called out. He turned to see Ginger, strutting at his hut door, wearing her most exquisite gown.
"Oh, hello Ginger." He said, trying not to stare at her too much. "Do you need something?" he stuttered out.
"Well, you see Professor, this is just a dream. I seem to be the object of your affections. So I pretty much do what you imagine that I do." Ginger explained.
"I'm dreaming?" he asked confused.
"Yes, that's right." She began to walk towards him, sashaying (I can't believe I know how to spell that word!) her hips as she walked. "You have such a high IQ and you're so intelligent. Not to mention you're somewhat of a looker."
The Professor laughed nervously, he was certain that it was a dream, however he was still nervous of what would happen with him and Ginger. Of course if he were just dreaming he wouldn't have to worry about how un- sanitary it would love to kiss her. As she came closer to him the battle in his mind continued to rage on. Before he could analyze the situation in another perspective her lips were softly pressing against his. All of the sudden the Professor woke with a start, he just sat in his bed for a few minutes looking around his hut, wondering what it was that made him have these thoughts. Deep down he knew that it was because of the feelings that he was harboring towards Ginger.
That morning at breakfast the Professor was trying his hardest to avoid Ginger, the dream kept playing over and over again in his mind. It had felt so real, he could almost feel her lips on his, and then again it wasn't like he didn't know how that felt. They had kissed a few times before.
Ginger noticed the distance that the Professor was keeping; she wasn't sure how to take it. "Mary Ann, is it just me or did the Professor seem to be keeping a distance from me today?" Ginger asked her friend.
"What? Oh, yeah I guess so, maybe." Mary Ann said distractedly, she was looking over at Gilligan, who was working on the laundry.
Ginger just discouraged her friend's incomplete answer and odd behavior. She decided to go for a walk in the jungle; her feelings towards the Professor confused her. She had never liked someone so much (Well, besides herself). She found a nice place beneath a tree to sit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Professor thought that he needed to clear his mind for a little bit. He decided to go for a walk in the jungle. She came to a small clearing and was shocked at what he saw...Mary Ann and Gilligan...
Hmm. what could they possibly be doing?