As Mary Ann went out to take a walk, Ginger stayed behind in her hut, pondering over and over who had sent those flowers.

Who could it be? Who could it be? She thought as she paced back and forth. I know it's not Mr. Howell... or it better not be Mr. Howell. No, he would never do something like that to Mrs. Howell. He is definitely out. The Skipper? Maybe... he does seem to find me attractive...but I can't see him picking flowers, nor can I see him being a secret admirer. If he wanted my attention, he would be upfront with me. The Professor... well, I have assisted him many times. We kissed in that movie, he pretended to be my boyfriend to keep Duke away from me... but other than that, he's enchanted by his books more than he is girls. Perhaps he's shy and the books are a cover up. No, I can't see him picking flowers either... they aren't practical. Besides, he wouldn't have written "beautiful flowers", he would have written the scientific term for the species of flower he picked.

Ginger ran a hand through her hair, and blew out her breath. There was only one left to consider... aside from Mr. Howell, he was the least likely candidate, but still an option as a suspect.

Gilligan? Could it possibly be Gilligan? After all, he is a man... a very timid and frightened man, but still a man. Maybe that's it! He likes me and is afraid to tell me... but, he's never called me beautiful and he always pulls away from my kisses. Oh, I just don't know! I'm so confused.

Ginger was more than confused... she was completely perplexed. It had occurred to her that one of three men was infatuated with her. They weren't just any men, but very dear friends. She didn't know how she felt about one of them having a crush on her. Once she found out who it was, would it be awkward? What if she had to hurt her secret admirer? What would happen if her secret admirer were successful in winning her affections? Did she secretly hope it was one man over the other? There were too many things to think about.

"I think I need to lie down," Ginger said to herself as she curled up in her bed for a nap.

...

As Mary Ann was walking along, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She was startled at first, until she saw who it was.

"Oh hello, you startled me!"

"Well... did she get the flowers?"

"Yes, she did,"

"Tell me... what did she think of them?"

"Oh, she was surprised all right... but the poor dear is driving herself crazy trying to figure out who sent them. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. In fact, I don't know why you involved me... I was afraid I was going to blow your cover."

"No... don't do that! Oh please, Mary Ann, please. Just give me a few more days. Trust me, I have an elaborate plan. I need to let her know how I feel before I reveal myself. Now, could you take this letter and slip it under her pillow when she's not looking?"

Mary Ann sighed, feeling torn being a part of this scheme. She knew the mystery of it all would drive Ginger crazy, yet... the secret admirer was a friend of hers as well. Who knew? It might very well bring some happiness to both parties.

...

While Ginger slept, she had dreamed of the three single men on the island. While dreaming of the Professor, they had been dancing under the moonlight. He had gazed into her eyes, leaning in to kiss her lips, fervently and passionately. In her dream about the Skipper, they were sailing on a yacht. Standing on the deck of the ship, he proposed a toast of champagne in her honor. Their arms linked as they drank from each other's glasses. When there eyes locked, he had leaned in, giving her several short, gentle kisses. When it came to her dream about Gilligan, they had been chasing each other through a field, playfully teasing each other, trying their best to grab one another. As Gilligan catches her, they tumble down a hill. Gilligan is nearly on top of her, as they stare at each other. Before either one knows what is happening, Gilligan leans down, gathering Ginger in his arms.. kissing her without fear.

When Ginger awoke, she realized that none of the dreams she had were particularly off putting. In fact, she thought the dreams she had were kind of nice. One of the dreams, in particular, had appealed to her. She smiled as she played it over in her mind.

...

As Mary Ann walked back to her hut... she wondered when and how she was going to get that letter hidden. Part of her was dying to know what it said. It was tempting to take a peek, but she also knew that Ginger would soon share the letter with her anyway.

I sure hope that whatever is in this letter will work on Ginger. It was one thing to give her flowers... but sharing his feelings for her had to take much courage. Her beauty is somewhat intimidating to all three of the single men. well, I wish him luck.

When Mary Ann arrived at their little hut, Ginger wasn't there. Mary Ann noticed a note on their dressing table with her name on it.

Went to go start dinner.

Ginger

Well, at least Ginger wasn't going to be back anytime soon. Mary Ann cautiously looked around to see if anyone would pass by their hut, possibly being able to see in their window. She slowly slipped the letter out of her shorts pocket and stuffed it under Ginger's pillow. More than likely, Ginger wouldn't find it until morning when she went to make her bed. She strolled out of the hut to join her friend in the dinner preparations.

...

The dinner atmosphere was casual and carefree as usual. Everyone engaged in conversation of the day's events. Gilligan and the Skipper were telling the others how they had traveled to the other side of the island and had come across a whole area filled with more coconut trees. Mr. and Mrs. Howell were discussing the latest stock market reports they had just heard on the radio. The Professor was explaining to Mary Ann and Ginger how geothermal energy worked. Ginger wasn't paying much attention. She was too busy studying the Professor's facial expressions...just as she was the expressions of Gilligan and the Skipper. She was looking to see if any of them would look at her in any way that might tip off the identity of her secret admirer. Nothing... absolutely nothing! Whoever was hiding his identity was hiding it well.

"Ginger dear, you're awful quiet this evening. Is everything all right?" Mrs. Howell had asked.

"Well... um..." Ginger had started. Ginger really didn't want to get into a conversation about her secret admirer.

"Ginger's got a secret admirer!" Mary Ann interrupted. "Someone left flowers for her this afternoon."

"Wow! That's really neat!" Gilligan exclaimed. 'Who is it?"

"Gilligan," the Skipper said rolling his eyes, "a secret admirer is just that... a secret. However, that is exciting news. I bet the fella is really head over heels... right professor?"

The question took the Professor off guard. His mouth hung agape, as he placed a hand on his chest. "Who me? No, I find the idea of sneaking around and being secretive utterly childish. Why not be honest and upfront with someone? No, I can assure you it's not me."

"Well, it's not me either," the Skipper said, folding his arms, "I never beat around the bush with the ladies."

"Gilligan, it must be you," Ginger said.

"Me? Yeech! I don't want to admire no one. All that kissing and hugging makes me uncomfortable," Gilligan said, just a bit squeamish.

"Well, if it's not the Professor, not the Skipper, not Gilligan, that only leaves... THURSTON! How could you?" Mrs. Howell said, slapping at her husband.

"Lovey pleeeze! Believe me! It's not me! It's not me... oh have mercy on me dearest!" Mr. Howell begged, cowering from his wife.

"Gee, you guys make a girl feel really special," Ginger said sarcastically, "talking like being my secret admirer is the worst thing in the world. I don't believe you men!" Ginger got up from the table in tears and ran back to her hut. Without anyone noticing, Mary Ann shot an evil glance at the real secret admirer, shaking her head in disapproval.