The Professor was moved by Ginger's loneliness but that didn't mean he could let his guard down entirely. He still was afraid that she would forget him once they were rescued. And there were other concerns. But it was hard to be calm, cool, and rational when he was sitting on her bed, the gentle glow of the night-light shining on them, and his arms around her. Especially not when one of his theories was confirmed: the red-haired actress indeed slept in the nude.

When she said she would choose him over her favorite movie stars, he gave in. He started kissing her passionately. He wanted to believe her, at least that night.

She seemed startled by his passion at first but then she returned it. She even wrapped her blanket around both of them. He began to caress her bare stomach, marveling at the texture of her skin, so warm and soft and smooth. He didn't know her age—maybe 35?—but her body seemed ageless, and as perfect as when he'd first glimpsed it in a jungle-print swimsuit.

"Is this all right?" he belatedly remembered to ask after a couple minutes.

"It's fantastic!" she sighed.

"Yes, it is," he murmured.

And that was before he moved his hands up to her chest. Beyond perfection.

"Oh God!" she gasped. He didn't know if she was feeling more surprise or pleasure. He was sure his technique wasn't very good. This wasn't something he had very much experience with, and certainly not recently.

Then she started giving him gentle, patient instructions, which was just what he wanted. This was like science, with actions and reactions. Sometimes she would be very specific, such as "Over to the left a quarter inch," and other times she'd make incoherent noises, which he found he was able to interpret as time went on.

And then she guided one of his hands down her stomach and between her legs. Whispering in his ear, she taught him how to pleasure her, a lesson he was eager to learn.

After she climaxed, he told her, "Ginger, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met!" He'd wanted to say that to her for years but had been afraid to.

"Oh, Professor!" she sighed.

"Roy."
"What?"

"It's Roy. I think we can be on a first-name basis now."

She laughed. "Yes, I think so." Then, blushing, she whispered, "Roy, was I too loud?"

"No, I liked it. Uh, it was very helpful."

She smiled. " 'Helpful.' "

"Well, and sexy, very sexy." He hadn't said that word to her in a very long time, not since he suggested she be sexy for a gorilla they were trying to distract.

"Thank you. But I meant do you think the Howells overheard anything?"

He'd half forgotten the older couple. "I don't think so. Mr. Howell is a sound sleeper."
"But Mrs. Howell?"

"Mrs. Howell would not approve of my being here."

She laughed softly. "With reason."

"Yes. Ginger, I hope you know I had no intention to—"

"I know, I didn't either. I really was feeling lonely."

"How do you feel now?"

"Fantastic! But eager for more." She batted her long eyelashes and her eyes sparkled like emeralds.
"Uh, yes, I want to talk to you about that."

She frowned. "Do you think this was a mistake?"
"No, no, quite the contrary. However, when it comes to 'more,' well."

"Do you think it's something we shouldn't do before we're married? Uh, I mean, as unmarried people."

He ignored her Freudian slip. "No, my morality is not Mrs. Howell's. Or even Mr. Howell's. However, I think there are some practical considerations."

She looked amused that, "Roy" or not, he was still the logical Professor. But she only said, "Such as?"

"Well, first of all, as you noted, the acoustics of these huts, as well as their placement in relation to each other, is such that if you, or for that matter I, were to emit sounds of passion of a high enough volume, the Howells would soon be cognizant of our liaison."
"Uh, yes, I guess they would."

"And while I am very fond of you, Ginger, I do not want to pressured into marriage with you, by Mrs. Howell or anyone."

"I'm not necessarily looking to get married either. I mean, nothing against marriage. But you and I just got together."

"Right. I mean, I would like something exclusive."

She laughed. "Well, Roy, you don't exactly have any rivals at the moment."

"I mean if this continues after we're rescued."

"I'd like it to."

"Good. Which brings me to my next concern."

"Yes?"

"Well, I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but based on the events of this evening, would it be a fair guess that you would like to have coitus with me?"

"No one's ever called it that to me before, but, yes, I would like that very much."

"As would I. However, I would not want to impregnate you out of wedlock."

"Well, I wouldn't want that either."

"Ginger, this is not really an area of science I'm too familiar with, so I must ask, do you have any form of contraception?"

She sighed. "I was on the Pill when I first got to the island. Not that I was that active, but I wasn't exactly a virgin."

"I didn't expect you to be."

She looked like she didn't know whether to slap him. "Oh?"

"No, I mean, you were and are a very beautiful, desirable woman. And you were surrounded by handsome men in Hollywood. It would only be natural if you became involved with someone."

"Well, I've been around a handsome man for eight years but we didn't become 'involved' till tonight."
He wasn't the sort to blush but he did feel self-conscious about that compliment. He considered himself average-looking and was much more used to praise of his brains than of his face or body. "Well, uh, yes."

She smiled and kissed his cheek. Then she continued. "But the pills ran out, so unless you know of a substitute you can make from ingredients on the island..."

He wasn't sure if she was teasing, but he answered her seriously, "I have been considering various contraceptive methods, ever since Gilligan and Mary Ann agreed to marry. Not that I think they'll do anything in the canoe—"

"You seemed awfully worried about me stirring him up at the bachelor party," she teased.

He came close to blushing again. "Well, I think I had a hard time believing he wasn't stirred up, when I was."
"You? You didn't act like it."

"I was afraid that if I let myself respond to you, I would respond too much."
She put his hand on her breast, over her heart, and smiled at him. "It could never be too much for me."

He seized her in his arms and kissed her, his hands now wandering all over her body. Her hands clutched his back and his head. This time when she climaxed, he could tell she was trying very hard not to scream her pleasure so loud that it would shake the island like an earthquake.

"Roy," she whispered, as she clung to his neck, "please come up with a reliable method, and quick!"

He nodded. "It will be my very next project."

She laughed softly. "I think it'll be even better at cheering me up than the night-light."