Ginger sat comfortably in the bamboo and wood chaise lounge chair enjoying the tropical air. That was one of the benefits to being on the island the incredible peace. She felt as if the island was almost like heaven on Earth. It may sound a bit strange but it was true. It did feel like that every now and then. So peaceful and serene. True she missed the hustle and bustle of Hollywood from time to time but still this was very relaxing. Not having a care in the world. Not having to worry about impressing this director or that producer. Not having to do the 100 yard dash from over aggressive movie moguls. Yes this was quite lovely. Almost like paradise. No others around. No crowds. This stretch of land was all theirs. They could go anywhere without worrying about being hassled by anyone. It was certainly pleasant.
The movie star sunk deeper into the chair closing her eyes as a gentle breeze blew over her. She could just about hear the roar of the waves in the ocean. The sound of the birds in the trees and the far off chatter of Gilligan's chimp friends.
Something however interrupted her peaceful state of mind. And that something was bent down and softly nuzzling her hair before touching her ear ever so slightly. Turning her head a bit she gulped seeing it was the Professor. Her green eyes gazed at him with fire as she placed her hand behind his head bring his lips to her own. Somehow he got onto the chair with her and the two were wrapped up in each other's arms. The academic began kissing her white neck and whispering something. Ginger was too lost in the moment to pay attention to the words. Her hands raked through his sandy brown hair as she was unable to control the heat she was feeling.
She was brought closer to him and he hotly devoured her ear and she thought she was going to explode. "Professor…." She whispered. "Professor…"
He said something that she could not make out as he was concentrating on her throat.
"Professor…" She said in a husky voice. "Professor…" Her hands went to his shirt and ripped it wide open. Her green eyes looked over him with hunger wishing to have every last bit of him. Ginger leaned forward to kiss his toned body when she felt herself pushed back and his lips once again crushing on hers. Again she thought she heard him saying something but was at a loss.
Ginger pushed him away slightly and stared at him. "Professor…what is it? What are you telling me?"
He kissed her lips again without responding. His hands began to explore her curves.
"Professor." She tried again enjoying the attention he was lavishing upon her. "Professor..What..." Still not a coherent response. The redhead clutched him tightly to her. God what he was making her feel. Everything running through to her very soul.."I love you." She said in a soft silky voice. "I love you…"
It was then and only then that she could finally hear the words he was saying. "I love you Ginger."
Her heart soared as she captured his mouth in a scorching kiss. He loved her! He loved her! The words she had wanted to hear for so long! The Professor…
Ginger sat up in the chair with a start. Her pupils dilated from the intense dream she just had. However this dream was different. Different than the ones she had last night. What was different about it? Something…Then it hit her. She could finally understand what he was saying. He said I love you. He said that he loved her! This was after she…she said she loved him. That was it! He was the one writing the letters to her! That is what the flirting was about at breakfast! That is what he meant when he said that the answer to her problem was right in front of her. It was the Professor!
The movie star thought about this. Did she in fact….Oh stop trying to analyze it! She chided herself. You are in love with the Professor! You wanted him to be the one!
Ginger finally admitted to herself what she was trying to deny. Mary Ann was right. She, Ginger Grant, was head over heels in love with Roy Hinkley Jr. Having finally admitted this, she felt a weight had been lifted and she could see more clearly. The Professor wanted her to fall in love with him. That is why he was doing all this. To get her to love him. How sweet! If only he knew that he didn't have to go through this trouble! She did love him. How was she going to tell him though? Ginger knew she could not just come right out and let him know that she knew. No that wouldn't do at all. She had to continue to allow him to go on with his plan of action. However there were some things she could do that would let him know that his efforts were not in vain.
Ginger got up from her chair and headed to the supply hut. She walked into the food locker and picked out a bunch of oranges and some other ingredients. The movie star was going to make his favorite dessert. Orange Cream Pie. He had stated to her that he thought it quite tasty and delicious. She would bring it out after dinner and present it to him. Say something along the lines about how she knew it was his favorite and she made it just for him. The movie star gathered everything in a basket and carried it to the kitchen prep area. Oh was that man going to be surprised! Ginger could just picture his reaction to her bringing the pie and saying sweetly it was just for him. She squealed to herself as she peeled the oranges. The starlet thought about making the entire meal his favorite but thought that might be too obvious. No this was a good start. Just the dessert would do for now. Her eyes glazed with a dreamy expression thinking about how wonderful it would be to be his girl! He would certainly protect her from any danger that lurked. And she would never have to be used as bait for the unsuspecting male visitors they had on the island. She hated doing that. It always made her skin crawl however if it was going to help them, she swallowed her pride and did what she had to do. No the Professor would never ever allow that to happen. After all she would belong to him and he certainly would not like the idea…A smile came to her face wondering if he had ever gotten jealous over it. She bet he probably did.
Of course there was one time he couldn't get jealous. That was when she was tasked by Mr. Howell to try and lure a feral gorilla away from Mrs. Howell. Never in her life as she felt so silly. Trying to get an ape's attention! How absurd it was. But again it was for one of her island family members. Mrs. Howell needed her help and she was going to give her that help. Ginger recalled standing in front of that cave waving a scarf around in a seductive manner. A laugh came to her as she remembered clearly the Professor asking her if she could be more sexy. More sexy! She gave him a look as if he was crazy and said For a gorilla! The movie star wondered just who would have enjoyed her performance more. A crazy gorilla or a blue eyed scientist. Her money was on the scientist. Why on Earth would he have uttered those words if he had not been thoroughly enjoying watching her. It was not like she had not had her eye on him a time or two.
She thought to when Skipper was going on a diet to lose weight so he could join the Navy. They were having dinner and the Professor was on one end of the table filling the plates. For some reason she just could not help but watch him with interest. And of course there was when she was assisting him in making that glowing substance for the raft. She told him that she loved science because it was so scientific. The starlet noted the smile when she said this. Oh she hoped she was right! She had to be right! The Professor had to be the one! Well she was going to find out. One way or another she would find out the truth.
Jungle
A basket of clothes was sitting untouched on the ground while the farm girl had her arms wrapped around a skinny sailorman. He had fallen and thought he had maybe twisted his ankle. Mary Ann used both of her arms to help him stand up. "You okay?" She asked concerned. "Can you stand?"
Gilligan tried to put weight on it and winced a little. "Not really." He grimaced.
"Oh you poor dear." She said. "Come on…Let's get you over to the supply hut and see if we can fix you right up. Come on…lean on my shoulder…"
The two slowly made their way over to the hut and walked carefully inside. The farm girl instructed Gilligan to sit down on the stool while she dug out the medical kit.
She was so glad that she had packed medical supplies for an emergency and was equally glad that the Skipper had an extensive one on board the Minnow. He wanted to be prepared for any medical emergency that arose.
Mary Ann found a roll of bandages and walked over to him. She carefully removed his sneaker and his sock. "I think you will be okay. It probably is just a sprain."
"I didn't mean to trip and fall." Gilligan said. "I just wanted to try and catch that yellow butterfly. I didn't see where I was going."
"Oh Gilligan it's all right. Accidents happen."
"Yea but I'm more prone to them." He stated.
Mary Ann smiled a bit. "Yes I suppose you could say that. You do have a way..Well don't worry about that Gilligan. I'll always be here to fix you right up!" She said cheerfully wrapping up his ankle.
"You will?"
"Of course." She said. "I'll always be there for you Gilligan."
"Mary Ann can I tell you something."
"Sure you can. What is it?" She asked as she taped the bandage.
"I think you are the sweetest girl I have ever known. I…I also think that…I think you are the best girl in the whole wide world."
Mary Ann looked up. "You mean that?"
"I do." He said proudly.
"Oh Gilligan I think you are the sweetest guy in the whole wide world!" She gushed as she placed the bandages down. She moved closer. "I am very fond of you Gilligan."
"You are?" He said with his eyes wide.
"Sure I am. Aren't you fond of me?"
"I'll always be fond of you Mary Ann." Was his reply. "You are one of my best friends. Skipper is my bestest friend but you are second. You are like my first mate."
Mary Ann giggled. "Gilligan that's the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me." She leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Gilligan grinned as she helped him stand up. She brought him back to his hut where the Skipper was busy tiding up a bit. He turned to see the pair. "What happened?" He asked.
"Oh Gilligan sprained his ankle." Mary Ann explained. "I wrapped it up for him. I think he should lie down for awhile. Can you help him into his hammock."
"Certainly come on little buddy." The Skipper lifted up his light weight pal and placed him in the top hammock. "Now you rest up Gilligan. Don't want to hurt that ankle any worse."
"I will. I promise." Gilligan said.
Mary Ann kissed the young sailor's cheek again. "I'll see you at dinner Gilligan."
"Okay Mary Ann."
The farm girl left and Gilligan grinned as he swayed in the hammock.
"What are you smiling about?" Skipper asked of his first mate.
"Mary Ann." He replied.
"What about Mary Ann?"
"Isn't she swell?"
"Why yes Mary Ann is a very nice young lady." Skipper agreed. "Very helpful to everyone."
"I think she's the best girl in the world. I'm going to marry her someday."
"You want to marry Mary Ann?" Skipper smiled.
"Sure do. I want to marry her and have kids and…well we can't have a house on this island but maybe a nice big hut. Skipper you can perform marriage ceremonies can't you?"
"Certainly I can but Gilligan but I thought you wanted to be single for the rest of your life. That's what you always said. No marriage for you."
"I did think that at first Skipper but then I met Mary Ann. She's so sweet and pretty. I know I could make her happy. And I think she likes me."
"Has she said this?" The sea captain asked. "Did she say she liked you?"
"Not exactly but I think she does. She said she thought I was the sweetest guy in the whole wide world. Wow just think I could marry Mary Ann. Skipper if we had kids you can be their grandfather."
The sea captain sighed and shook his head. "That's very nice of you Gilligan. But I think you are getting way ahead of yourself. My advice is to take it slow. Don't rush things. If you like Mary Ann the way you say you just let things happen naturally."
"Okay Skipper." The first mate responded.
"Good." The older sailor said. "Now I'm going to go get some bamboo and make you a crutch so you can walk. I'll see you later."
The sea captain left the hut and Gilligan remained in his hammock thinking about that girl from Kansas.
Kitchen Area
Ginger finished mixing the pie and was pouring it into the shell when Mary Ann came in. "Say what is that you are making?" The brunette asked.
"Orange Cream Pie." Ginger replied. "It's the Professor's favorite." She added with a smile.
"I see." Mary Ann grinned. "Any particular reason you are making this favorite pie of his."
"Maybe." Ginger said coyly evening out the filling.
"Okay spill it." The Kansas girl said. "What motivated you to make this pie that happens to be the favorite of a blue eyed science man?"
"Nothing. Can't a girl just do something nice for a friend?" Ginger asked as she placed the dessert in a cooling system that the Professor invented.
"Friend?" Mary Ann said crossing her arms. "He's just a "friend" is his? Come on…I know you are holding back something."
"Really Mary Ann." The redhead said shutting the lid of the cooler. "You are such a busy body."
"Come on…tell me!" The farm girl pleaded. "I promise I won't say a word to anyone."
"I'm not telling you anything." Ginger said firmly. "Now if you don't mind I would like to freshen up before dinner." She said walking out of the kitchen.
Mary Ann stood there and watched as she left. Something was off. Ginger did not just make someone a favorite pie for no reason. If it was their birthday of course she would gladly do it or if they asked her. But to just make one for no apparent reason. It was suspicious to her. She started to wonder if there was something to their talk earlier.
Was she correct in assuming that Ginger did have a crush on the Professor? Was he the one who sent her the love letters? She wondered but had no answers. Oh well. She supposed she would find out soon enough. In the meantime she felt bad for Gilligan being hurt like he was. She was going to make his favorite dish for him to help cheer him up. As she gathered up the fish, her mind thought back to the moment in the supply hut. Gilligan said she was like his first mate. How sweet of him! He really was the best guy she had ever known! There would never be another like him. Maybe just maybe they could be more…
Professor's Hut
The academic sat writing in his journal. He relayed about that morning at breakfast. The way that beautiful redhead reacted to his flirtations. It gave him hope that perhaps she did feel at least a little of what he felt for her. It was possible.
He closed his journal and sighed. More than anything he wanted the lovely starlet to belong to him. How this happened to him he didn't know. Roy Hinkley did not think about love that much. But with Ginger for the first time in his life he knew what it meant to be hopelessly in love with someone. It was true he had gone out with a few women back in Ohio. All perfectly nice women but there was hardly ever a second date. He couldn't remember the last time he went out on a second date with someone. Maybe it was because he did not really feel anything for them. However when it came to Ginger he felt more than he believed was possible.
The blue eyed scientist prayed his plan worked and he could be holding that gorgeous goddess in his arms. What he wouldn't give for the chance wrap her up in his embrace and hold her close to him. Someday. Someday it would happen.
He was certain of it.