At two o'clock sharp, Mary Ann had met the secret admirer near the coconut grove. She saw him pacing anxiously, then smiling when he caught sight of her. They both moved forward, meeting each other about half way. He handed Mary Ann the speech and the final letter, then spent about a half hour going over signals that he would give her, in order to help him silently speak to Ginger. Mary Ann paid close attention, wondering how her friend was going to respond to all of this.

As they parted ways, Mary Ann was trying to figure out the best way to get that letter to Ginger without her seeing. What did it matter now, though? Once Ginger read the letter, she would know that Mary Ann had played a part in the scheme. So that is exactly what she decided to do. She had to be strong. No matter how much Ginger pressured her, she had to stay silent until the secret admirer was ready to be revealed. She had promised him.

She walked into their hut. Luckily, Ginger was there. She took a deep breath. It was now or never. Every nerve in her body shook, as she worked up the courage to deliver that last letter.

"Um Ginger, can we talk?" Mary Ann said nervously.

Ginger brought down the old tabloid sheet, one she had packed with her when she boarded the three hour tour. "Why sure."

Mary Ann slipped the letter out of her pocket, her eyes adverted away from Ginger, "Here... this is the last letter. He promises."

Ginger's eyes went wide. She couldn't believe her ears. All this time her best friend knew who her secret admirer was while she was driving herself crazy.

"Mary Ann Summers! How could you? I've been going insane trying to figure out who my secret admirer is!" She said with a scowl.

"I'm sorry, but I promised I would keep his secret until he was ready. He's my friend too, you know," Mary Ann retorted.

"Well, I guess I understand," Ginger said, some of her anger dissipating, "but you have to understand how nuts I've been."

"I do understand. I've been begging him to come clean... and he is finally going to. Go on and read your letter," Mary Ann said, looking at Ginger with wondering.

Ginger opened the letter and began to read the words aloud, slowly, taking in everything it said:

Dear Ginger,

This is my final letter. It is time I revealed myself to you. To be honest, I'm terrified, yet excited. Not being sure of how you'll react has me flustered, restless, sleepless. Meet me tomorrow at 11 am, near the fallen tree in the clearing. I am requesting you come blindfolded. Mary Ann has agreed to lead you there. I know this is a strange request, but please trust me. I've heard that love is blind, and I want to see if that is really so. Mary Ann will recite what's deep in my heart, so you can judge your feelings for me on that, instead of what you see on the surface.

Very fondly and affectionately,

Your Secret Admirer

Ginger folded up the letter and looked at Mary Ann, "the poor man. He's as much of a wreck as I am."

"That's why I'm helping him. No more pressure to spill the beans? Are we agreed?" Mary Ann said, sticking out her hand.

"Agreed," Ginger said, accepting the handshake.

...

The next morning, Ginger was up early. She just couldn't sleep. She had spent the night dreaming about her secret admirer. She had first dreamed of who she thought the secret admirer probably was. Then she dreamed about who she hoped the secret admirer would be. Her choice and expectation had surprised her. After all, she always thought he wasn't her type, but feelings were funny that way. She got up, busying herself with making her bed, getting dressed, and heading out to prepare for breakfast. They still had some instant pancake mix that was salvaged from the Minnow's galley, provided no vermin had burrowed into it. She headed to the supply hut, tiptoed in without waking the Professor, and headed back out with what she came for. Breakfast was more than an hour away, so she headed out to pick fruit for juice and pancake topping. While walking, her mind was cluttered with meeting her secret admirer later that morning. Who would it be? What would he say? What would he do? She wasn't paying much attention to where she was going. Ginger wasn't the only one up, for Gilligan was getting an early start on the fishing.

"Good morning, Ginger," Gilligan said cheerfully. Ginger seemed to be in a trance, as she walked right past him.

"Good morning, Skipper," she mumbled, as she kept on going.

"Good morning Skipper?" Gilligan said, as he scratched his head in confusion.

...

Eleven o'clock had finally come, and Ginger and Mary Ann were making their way to the fallen tree. Ginger felt awkward, as she hobbled around blindfolded, depending on Mary Ann for her every movement to be a sure and steady one.

"Easy now, watch your step,' Mary Ann instructed, "we're almost there."

"Boy, I sure am nervous," Ginger replied, haphazardly talking out in any direction, not quite sure of Mary Ann's exact location.

"Here we are," Mary Ann said cheerfully, as she assisted Ginger in sitting on the log. Although she couldn't see a thing, she could sense the presence of another near her.

"Secret Admirer, is that you?" She asked.

Mary Ann replied, "He's right beside you. He wants to know if he can hold your hand."

"Of course you can," Ginger replied. Suddenly, she felt warm, masculine hands encircling around her slender fingers. His thumbs began to massage the back of her hands. A little thrill filled Ginger's heart. This was it. Soon, she'd be able to take off that blindfold and see who's kind gestures she'd been the reciprocate of. she curled her fingers, clasping his hands in return. The secret admirer was pleased, as a smile crossed his face. He then looked over to Mary Ann for her first signal. Since both of his hands were occupied, he slowly and deliberately mouthed the word "paper". Mary Ann nodded in acknowledgement, as she pulled the speech out of her pocket. She then began to read aloud.

"My dearest Ginger. I know none of this makes sense to you, but I'm hoping soon it will. First of all, I want to apologize for causing you any undo stress. It certainly wasn't my intention. You see, it's hard for me to speak to you. It's never really been easy for me to talk to women, but you it was especially hard. I could just never imagine someone like you could ever like someone like me. I know I'm not the type of man you're used to, but maybe you can like a different type this time. This was not a game, this was not a practical joke. It was my sincerest attempt for you to see another side of me. There is more to me than one might think. I hope you'll give me the chance to show that other side of myself. With deepest devotion, you secret admirer." Mary Ann folded the letter and wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes.

"That was beautiful," Ginger said, "I promise, whoever you are, I'll at least give you a chance. Truth is, there is a little bit of something I like about all of you guys. Whoever you are, it has to be a win-win-win." The secret admirer's smile got even wider. He didn't know though, that in the back of Ginger's mind, she was thinking of someone in particular. The secret admirer touched his face, signaling again to Mary Ann.

"The secret admirer wants to touch your face. Is that alright, Ginger?" Mary Ann asked.

"Sure, that's all right with me," Ginger said, taking a deep breath, bracing herself for the sudden touch. She sighed, as the secret admirer ran a finger down the bridge of her nose. He stroked his thumbs along her cheek bones. She nearly couldn't breathe as she felt fingertips tracing her lips. Then, he place the palm of his hand along her cheek and gently caressed it. A smile spread across Ginger's lips. She wasn't quite sure what would come next, but she knew what she wanted to come next.

The secret admirer puckered his lips in Mary Ann's direction. She nodded and then spoke to Ginger, "He wants to kiss you. May he kiss you?"

Ginger's heart was pounding a mile a minute. She didn't answer at first, and the secret admirer looked concerned. Then, he suddenly heard her speak, "Yes."

The secret admirer cupped her chin, tilting her head upwards. He leaned in and kissed her softly, not wanting to come on too strong. Ginger happily received his kiss. A shiver went down her spine.

Oh God! She thought, as he led into another supple, yet gentle kiss. He pulled away, though not really wanting to. Her kiss was more than he ever could have imagined. It was a real kiss, spawn out of real affection. This time, it hadn't been a act of light hearted flirtation.

Ginger could hardly catch her breath. When she finally found her voice, she spoke. "Please, please, let me take my blindfold off!" She begged. "I want to see you."

The secret admirer nodded to Mary Ann, signaling that it was time.

"He says it's alright," Mary Ann said.

Ginger scrambled to try and rip off the blindfold. The secret admirer reached behind to help her with the complicated knot. As the blindfold gave way, Ginger found herself staring into a pair of blue eyes.