Mrs. Howell
Oh my, I do wonder where Ginger is. I hope she isn't trying to hit on Gilligan again. He is much to immature to date her. Now, she should be trying to hit on the Professor. After all, he is much more educated, even if he's not a Harvard man, much to Thurston's displeasure.
"Lovey, it's time to turn in." Oh, I was so fixated on where Ginger was, I lost time.
"Coming Thurston." I said goodnight to everyone, and turned in. It is late, and I'll find out where Ginger went off to tomorrow.
Ginger
He grabbed and kissed me so fast that I didn't have time to scream or gasp. He never missed a beat as suddenly he picked me up and walked over to the hammock, never breaking the kiss all the while. He layed me down, the only time he broke the kiss.
"Ginger, why now?" He asked me. I ran my hands up and down his shoulders.
"Because I didn't know if you'd accept me." I answer, still running my hand down his shoulders. Then down to his chest. But his damn shirt was in the way. I tugged at one of the buttons.
"Oh Roy, these buttons won't come undone. Please help me." IHe gently took my hand away from his chest, and ripped off his shirt. I gasped. He was well toned. Thank you hard labor. I ran my hands up and down his chest, and got a little moan in respond. Before I could do it again, he caught my lips in another kiss. It's official, I am hopelessly in love with Professor. But as much as I wanted him at these moment, it was not a good time. This time, I pulled away.
"Professor, as much I need you, now is not a good time." He nodded, knowing I was right.
"Your right Ginger. We'll wait." With that, we both got in bed, him holding me tightly. I smiled and fell asleep.
More later. R&R.