SLAVE GIRL

Hi!

Oh, sure, Gilligan - carry out the beautiful stranger from the water, but you can't save
Mary Ann. On second thought, this girl was easier: Mary Ann is a beast when she is drowning… LOL!

Gilligan saw her coming through with the heavy buckets.

"Here, Mary Ann," he said, and took both buckets, and Mary Ann sighed in relief.

"Thanks, Gilligan, I'm exhausted. You saved my life!" she exclaimed, and he groaned.

"Don't say that!" he pleaded.

Mary Ann put on a teasing smile. She stepped out and in front of her best friend she knelt on the soft sand and bowed to him. "Master…" she said, and Gilligan dropped the buckets making some water spill out. Mary Ann chuckled as she watched him run off, but then realized she was stuck with the heavy buckets of water.

"Gilligan? Come back, I was just teasing," she called. As she stood she grabbed the buckets. Grunting, she carried them to where Gilligan ran off. She only got ten feet before another man came to her rescue.

"Here, Mary Ann - you shouldn't be carrying these, why didn't you ask Gilligan to help?" the Skipper asked.

"He was, but then he ran off," Mary Ann replied once again, relieved the buckets were off her hands.

"Why would he do that?"

"Because I don't need any more slaves!"

The two looked around and then up in a tree. Gilligan stared down from his perch.

"I'm sorry, Gilligan, it was just a joke," Mary Ann apologized and the mate climbed down and took a bucket from the Skipper.

"Okay, I just hope this is the end of this hero thing," he said, and both nodded.

"It's funny - I finally got what I wanted and didn't even want it," he mused. Both gave him a puzzled look and he sighed. "You two remember when Mary Ann was drowning, I tried to save her but then the Skipper had to save us both?" he asked, and both nodded.

"Well, now I HAVE saved a woman, and she even wanted to do all my chores, but it felt weird. The Skipper was treated like a hero, and all I got was a woman working her fingers to the bone," he added.

The Skipper chuckled. "You're the only man I ever known who can complain about anything! First you don't like chores, but now you don't like someone doing them for you."

Gilligan shrugged. "Slavery doesn't seem right Skipper, I didn't do it for a reward - I did it because I didn't want her to die."

Mary Ann smiled and kissed his cheek. "Well I think it was very brave, and I'm glad you scared them off, if it makes you happy."

Gilligan shrugged. "Yeah, now I get all my chores to myself. You know it IS good exercise."

Both just laughed. "You're too much little buddy! Come on let's get this water where it needs to be" the Skipper said.

Gilligan nodded and the three brought the water to its spot. Then Mary Ann and the Skipper left him to do other chores.

Gilligan sat at the table with a small book.

Dear Diary,

I savid a womin and gut a slav. She wuld nut let me do nuthen. Prafeser sayed I had to dye to gut rid of her so I dyed for mysteer howell to take Kilaneee. Anuther man wuntid her and it gut messee I gut burnd. Hop this hero theng is dun!

Gilligan