The Professor was ecstatic as he got ready to turn in. Everything was falling into place. Ginger was beginning to see him in that new light. Outside of his science world. She was flirtatious at dinner and thoroughly enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms while they were all huddled in the cave. Obviously he was jubilant holding her. He would be crazy not to have been. The best part was that he was certain that Ginger was possibly suspecting him to be the secret admirer of hers but was not completely sure. It was pretty darn clear she most certainly would not mind one bit if he was.
Roy finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. He kicked off his blue tennis shoes before climbing into his bunk. As his head hit the pillow he thought back once again to that green eyed exquisite beauty. There was no one like her. He had never met anyone like her. She had such a zest for life and she was incredibly talented to say the least. Her singing voice was extraordinary. Her stories about Hollywood were fascinating to him. It was a world that was foreign to him but he found it to be quite delightful. He did not find the producers and directors chasing Ginger to be by any stretch delightful. The woman was strong. She held her own against those creeps that was for sure.
He closed his eyes and then began to drift off to sleep. As he slept, he heard the door of his hut open and then the next thing he knew there was a heavenly fragrance of jasmine and a hint of spice. Then a sweet voice spoke. "Professor."
His eyes opened to a redheaded vision standing before his bed. "Ginger." He said sitting up a bit. "What…"
"Shhhh." She said pressing her slender finger to his lips. She then crawled into the bed with him and placed her hands upon his broad shoulders. "You are so romantic." She purred her fingers now going through his hair.
He went to speak when she silenced him again. "It was so sweet of you to write those love letters to me."
The words would not come to his lips. He was too hypnotized by her emerald eyes and the way her fingers felt running through his hair. The temperature in his hut seemed to rise about twenty degrees. His own internal temperature surely had risen as well.
"The things you said were just so charming like you." The movie star smiled placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "How I wished I knew you had a wolf beating inside you…" Her lips brushed against his just slightly. "How exciting." She whispered her lips now pressing against his and kissing him with rapture.
The science man was far too stunned to know what to think. However he really did not wish to think. At least not about anything other than this incredibly dazzling female that was ravishing him. His arms went around her trim body pulling her in tighter. The kiss grew more impassioned. It was as if the pair were practically fused together. The Professor's hand went up her smooth creamy tone thigh before settling upon her hip. Ginger's broke away for a minute to gaze with hunger upon his bare chest. She leaned in to place soft kisses on them. He then felt himself pushed down and her lips crashed on his once more and her hands went over his body until...
He woke up with a start. He sat up in his bed feeling sweaty from his erotic dream. Sure he had had dreams about the lovely move star but this..this was more real. He truly had believed it to be real. It certainly felt that way. The Professor had actually believed he really was holding Ginger in his arms and…He got up from his bed and went over to the pitcher of fresh water he kept in his hut. He poured himself some in a small cup to cool himself off. Okay he had to focus. Focus on winning over Ginger completely. He needed to keep up with his plan. Yes the woman was flirting with him and was happy to be in his arms but that did not mean it would last. He had to make sure it lasted. And he would. He would not stop until Ginger Grant was his.
Morning
Ginger awoke the next morning feeling giddy. She had the most pleasant dream about a blue eyed science man. There had been a terrible violent storm. The pair had retreated into a cave. It was just the two of them. Where the others were she did not know. What she did know was that she was alone with Professor Roy Hinkley. Ginger had been drenched from the rain and her gown was clinging to her body. The Professor's shirt was in the same state and hugged his body in wet patches. He had found something to use as a torch as they went deeper into the cave. Finally they found a good spot and the Professor had found a way to attach the torch to the wall so they would have light. There were some other wooden sticks in the cave for some reason. How they got there they did not know but were grateful. The Professor built a small fire and they tried to keep warm.
Ginger had hugged her arms across her chest trying to keep from shivering. The Professor's shirt had apparently began to dry quickly and he then offered it to her. He placed it around her shoulders. She was grateful for the gesture and smiled a thank you. Her head went to his shoulder and the next thing she knew his lips were on hers and then they were hotly kissing each other before falling to the cave floor and…
A thrill went up her spine thinking of the heat from her dream. A smile still plastered to her face, she left the hut to go shower. She wondered if by chance there was another letter waiting for her however much to her disappointment there was nothing. She frowned a bit as she headed to the bamboo shower. She stepped inside and closed the door. Ginger turned the faucet so the hot water would rain down. She shampooed her hair wondering if maybe there would be a letter waiting when she returned. It was possible. Oh how she cold not wait to read it! What other sweet adoring things would the Professor say to her! She was convinced beyond a doubt that her darling Professor was the writer. The movie star finished up her shower and headed back to the hut with a towel wrapped around herself. She checked the ground once more and nothing. It annoyed her. Why didn't he write her again?
Ginger headed inside the hut. Mary Ann had gone off to go tend to Gilligan apparently. The redhead smiled to herself thinking of what a cute pair they would make. Her mind then went back to her own dream man. How could she make sure she captured his attention today? The answer came to her. Her bandeau top and wrap. Perfect ensemble. Ginger was certain he enjoyed whenever she would wear it. She brushed her hair and pulled it up into an elegant bun. She sprayed perfume on her skin and carefully applied her make-up. She checked her reflection and was pleased.
Ginger exited the hut and walked to the communal area. Her eyes spotted the Professor placing newly charged batteries into the radio. She sauntered up to him wearing a seductive smile. "Morning Professor." She greeted.
He looked up at her and had to control his heartbeat. "Good Morning Ginger." He said still staring at her as he snapped the back of the radio in place. His blue eyes went over her figure and he spit out an "You look…beautiful." He said not believing he said such words to her.
"Why thank you Professor." Ginger cooed at him. "You look very handsome yourself…I love the way your blue shirt brings out your eyes…"
The academic gulped at bit and then muttered something unintelligible. Ginger giggled enjoying the effect she had on him. "Professor I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to taste my pie last night. That nasty ol' rainstorm ruined it."
"Oh it's quite all right." He assured. "I was able to salvage it. It's still perfectly good and we can have it later tonight after dinner."
"We?" Ginger said with glee. "Professor are you asking me to have dinner with you?"
Roy felt his face get hot. He had not been asking her that but it somehow it was construed that way by the redhead. She seemed to intentionally twist it that way. "Ummm…well…I…" He stammered.
"I would love to have a romantic dinner with you." Ginger said tracing his jaw with her finger. "Just the two of us." She breathed as her lips went to his ear making him feeling even more hot.
The movie star let go and got up from the table leaving the academic bewildered. He slowly stood up and left the area. He headed towards the lagoon not sure why exactly he was going there but he was too much in a trance to think clearly. He sat down on a large rock. Ginger wanted to have a romantic dinner with him. While he reveled at the chance to be all alone with that gorgeous being, he was uncertain if it was the best idea. He had hoped to be able to keeping reeling her in however it appeared that the starlet had other ideas. Once he showed interest, she took charge and was going to make him her own. Perhaps by chance this meant that she was in love with him. And she wanted to go full steam ahead with a relationship with him. The beautiful Ginger was not like women he had known in Ohio. She was not one to pull punches. She wanted him and she was going to have him. At least that was his impression of the turn of events. Making up his mind, he walked back to camp and on the way he found Ginger in the jungle picking some fresh flowers. The woman was so darn enchanting it drove him out of his mind. He wanted to say something to her but the words would not come so he just walked by her saying nothing. Ginger watched him. Why didn't he saying anything? And why didn't he leave her a love letter? Oh wait…maybe he was going to leave her one tomorrow. Yes that was it. He wanted to space them out. That was it. She giggled to herself about his response to her saying she would love to have dinner with him. That dear dear man! Of course she wasn't going to push it. It was just a flippant remark and she was not going to make a big fuss about it. They could have dinner with others tonight and she wouldn't think anything of it. At least he knew that she was interested. It was something.
Three Days Later
The movie star was livid. Still no third love letter! Nothing! It infuriated her! How dare he leave her sweet loving letters and then…She stamped her foot on the ground. The movie star headed towards camp and flung herself down on the table in a huff. The Professor was working on some contraption and he turned his head towards her. "Something wrong?"
Ginger pouted her lips. "I haven't gotten a love letter in three days! I can't understand it! I thought for sure…Why didn't he send me another letter!"
The academic held his smile in and then went back to his work. So she missed his letters. Perfect! "I can't say for certain." He replied. "I'm sure there is a reason."
"I guess." She grumbled. "Maybe he's not interested anymore." She said sadly picking the loose pieces of bamboo on the table. "He'll probably start writing to Mary Ann now."
He stood up and walked to the table placing his hand on her white shoulder. "I seriously doubt that." He said. "Why would anyone toss you aside for another woman? You are far more beautiful than any other female. A person would be a fool to pick another."
Ginger raised her head and looked at him. "You think so?"
"I do." He said.
The movie star managed a small smile. "Thank you Professor." She said. "That is sweet of you to say."
He patted her arm and went into the jungle to gather up some more wood. Ginger sat thinking. So he wouldn't pick her over anyone. He wouldn't toss her aside. Then why did he stop the letters? It was so confusing! He was still flirting with her at breakfast and sometimes in his lab he would end up very close to her and practically be breathing on her neck. It was enough to drive her mad. Sometimes he would talk in that scientific manner and it was all she could do to not throw herself at him. It wasn't so much his words but the way he said them. It was sexy as hell to her. Why she didn't know but it just was. How much longer was this going to go on? When was he going to tell her he was her admirer! Ginger wanted to confront him but at the same time believed he might get embarrassed and just deny it all. She did not want that. She supposed she would just have to keep playing along.
Howells Hut
Mrs. Howell sat at her writing table in deep thought. She noticed the chemistry between the Professor and Ginger that night at dinner three days ago and again in the cave. How could she build on that? Clearly she had to make something happen but just how she could pull off that feat was the question.
Mr. Howell was lounging lazily in his chair with a leave over his face when his wife interrupted. "Thurston." She said. "How can we bring the Professor and Ginger together? It is so obvious they are meant to be! You see how they were together that one night? So romantic!"
"Dear." Mr. Howell said removing the palm leaf. "Are you itching to play matchmaker again?" He shuddered recalling what happened the last time when she got it into her head to bring together Mary Ann and Gilligan.
"Thurston darling you know that they are both already crazy about each other. We just need to give them a push. Certainly there is something to help ignite that spark….If only there was someway that they could have a date or…Why I got it!" She said with excitement in her voice. "I have the perfect solution! We'll have a party! Oh I have so much to do!" She squealed her pen scribbling on a piece of white paper.
"A party?" Thurston said blankly. "Lovey why would we have a party?"
"Well not exactly a party." She explained. "We can hold our cotillion! Yes we will have our annual cotillion! And we will make sure that Ginger and the Professor are each other's date!"
"Date did you say?"
"Yes dear. You see I will make up the invitations and I will write on them dates welcome. When you deliver the Professor his invitation, you hint about him asking Ginger."
"Hint? How am I to hint about that?"
"Oh you will think of something." Mrs. Howell said. "Just make sure you do it. I do feel bad that Gilligan may not be able to partake in the dancing. Maybe he can a little though I don't want Mary Ann to be disappointed."
"Lovey dear you are starting that again are you?" The millionaire winced. "Please let it go!"
"Really Thurston." She said. "You know perfectly well that those two are smitten. I'm sure this cotillion will help them too. You know that Mary Ann will love to be Gilligan's date. It will be a cinch. You just work on that Professor."
Later that day
"Wow." Skipper said happily looking at his invite to the Howell's cotillion. "What a honor! And it says dates are welcome! Oh who should I ask?"
"Not Mary Ann." Gilligan interjected.
"Of course not." The sea captain assured. "I wouldn't do that. But I could ask Ginger." He grinned and then his face fell with uncertainty. "Oh I don't know…You think she would go with me?"
"Well I…"
"There has to be a way for me to know."
"Skipper I think that…"
"Gilligan….you find out for me."
"Me?" The sailor said his eyes wide.
"Yes you. You go find out if she wouldn't mind being my date. Just ask her about the party and see if she has a date…"
"I don't know Skipper she might…"
"Just do it." The sea captain said as he held the door to the hut open. "Go find Ginger."
The sailor sighed and said "Okay Skipper." He hobbled out the hut on his crutch. He was glad his ankle was feeling much better.
Gilligan made his way over towards the lagoon and spotted Ginger in a clearing not far from it. She was pulling petals off a flower saying "He loves me. He loves me. He loves me."
The fist mate spoke. "I thought it was He loves me He loves me not."
The movies star looked up. "The Professor would never not love me." She stated.
"The Professor?"
"Isn't he dreamy." She sighed with a smile on her face.
"Dreamy?" Gilligan repeated. "You think the Professor is dreamy?"
"I bet he will ask me to be his date." She went on still smiling. "I have no idea what I'm going to wear! I want to look my best for him. I know he loved my orange gown but I think I will wear my white beaded gown or maybe my blue sequin number. Which one do you think he would like better?"
"Um..I don't know." Gilligan said. "They are both great."
Ginger nodded. "Yes they are. But maybe I should go with the white one. I think it's more classy. Oh I should go try it on and see." She got up from her spot and hurried off.
Gilligan made his way back to his hut and to where an anxious Skipper was waiting.
"Well?" He asked. "What did she say?"
"She thinks the Professor is dreamy." Was his reply.
"She thinks the Professor is dreamy?" The Skipper asked confused.
"Yeah she was pulling petals from a flower and saying He loves me He loves me He loves me and I said I thought it was He loves me He loves me not and she said the Professor would never not love her and that's when she said he was dreamy."
Skipper grabbed his cap in frustration. "Shoot!" He said. "Well I suppose that is not a surprise. I have seen the way she acts around him."
"Sorry Skipper."
"That's all right Gilligan. At least promise me I can have at least one dance with Mary Ann? I'm pretty sure I won't be able to pry Ginger from the Professor but I would like to dance with someone."
"Oh sure Skipper. You can dance with Mary Ann. I don't know how much I will be able to with my bad ankle. I'm sure she won't mind."
"Thanks little buddy." The captain smiled. "This is going to be some party. I just know it."