WARNING: RATED M JUST IN CASE! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE A SENSITIVE STOMACH
THE TICK
It was about an hour before dinner and Thurston and Lovey were taking an evening stroll. They had stopped to look at a lovely flower bush. As the moon came out from behind the clouds Thurston couldn't help but admire Lovey's beauty. Lovey noticed him staring and blushed.
"What are you staring at Thurston?" Lovey asked recognizing that lovingly sly grin of his.
"I was just noticing how beautiful you look in the moonlight my dear." Thurston replies as he strokes her hair and traces her jaw line.
"Ohhh Thurston," Lovey whispers breathing sharply!
Thurston pulls her close and kisses her fiercely. When they separated Lovey looks down and Thurston follows her gaze. They look back up at each other, smile hungrily and continue to kiss.
About an hour later Thurston was tucking in his shirt and Lovey was straightening her hair and dress when they heard the Skipper calling for them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Howell are you there?" The Skipper called. "Dinner is ready!"
"We're coming Captain." Thurston answered as he and Lovey walked briskly back to camp.
The Skipper was waiting for them at the edge of camp. He thought he noticed the the Howells' clothes looked a bit wrinkled which was odd for them. He also noticed a leaf in Mr. Howell's hair.
"Are you two okay?" He asked.
"Oh yes we just got caught in a bush," Mrs. Howell said quickly. "We had a nightmare of a time getting out of it."
"Indeed, well after you Lovey," Mr. Howell replied as he help his wife over a small log. Behind Mrs. Howell's back the Skipper looked at Mr. Howell and raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. Mr. Howell grinned sheepishly.
Later that night as Lovey closed the palm frond curtains Thurston comes up behind her, puts his arms around her and kisses her neck. She turns around and they kiss passionately. She pulls back and looked down as Thurston follows her gaze. They look back up and smile hungrily at each other then look over at their beds which are now pushed together. They carry on kissing as they fall into the bed.
In the morning as Lovey opens her eyes she could hear birds chirping and smelled the ocean air. She sighed as she sat up on one elbow and stared down at her husband lovingly. He opens his eyes and smiles back and reaches up and cups her cheek.
Lovey leans down and once again they kiss passionately. They part and look lovingly into each other's eyes. She twists his chest hairs playfully and then traced her fingers down his chest, to his stomach, and traces his belly button. Thurston inhales deeply as Lovey traces his belly button and smiles mischievously. She lays her hand flat and makes her way past his waist and reaches her destination. She smiles as Thurston moans and she tightens her grip and then caresses.
"Are you ready for me my big bad wolf?" Lovey asks seductively.
"Oh yes take me she-wolf!" Thurston whispers as he begins to feel himself throb in her grasp.
She smiles and goes under the covers and kneels in between his legs. She massages his thighs and grips him again. Just as he feels her breath on him she gasps.
"Thurston," Lovey exclaims as she climbs out from under the covers. "I do believe you have one of those nasty little tick things on one of your...jewels!"
"By Jove!" Thurston's eyes widen and becomes pale as a ghost. "Get it off Lovey!"
"I don't know how to dear," Lovey replies starting to panic. "This never came up when I was a nurse's aid."
"Get the Professor he'll know what do." Thurston replies sitting up and hugging his teddy.
Lovey quickly puts on her housecoat bathrobe and darts outside.
Outside the Skipper and Gilligan were at the water barrel, Mary Ann and Ginger were setting the table, and the Professor was just walking back from the lagoon reading a book.
"Professor, Professor," Lovey cries running up to the table. "I found an enormous nasty tick on Thurston. You have to help us get rid of it."
"I can help you Mrs. Howell," Mary Ann said. "I pulled a ton of tick off of our animals back on the farm."
"Thank you for offering dear," Mrs. Howell said smiling at the young farm girl. "But I'm afraid that this tick is in a very sensitive area."
Gilligan spat out the water he was starting to drink, the Skipper winced, both Mary Ann and Ginger clapped their hands to their mouths, and the Professor raised his eyebrows.
"Um, wow," the Professor replied looking baffled. "Let me retrieve a medical book and I'll um meet you in your hut."
"No need Professor," the Skipper spoke up. "A ton of men I served with suffered the exact same thing back in Guadalcanal. I know exactly what to do."
"How did they get ticks down there?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"Well they got up in the middle of the night to relieve themselves and so on and so forth," The Skipper answered looking serious.
"What do we need to do?" The Professor asked.
"Well first we are going to need some Vaseline or petroleum jelly and tweezers," the Skipper started. "We are going to need to smear the tick and the surrounding area with the Vaseline or jelly and leave it on for an hour or so until the tick is dead. Then we're going to clean it with alcohol and then slowly pull the tick out."
"Why can't we just pull it out right now?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"Because if we do it too quickly the head will separate from the body and cause an infection," the Skipper answered. "I knew a Sailor that removed a tick too quickly and he got an infection so bad that his area swelled to the size of coconuts."
"My goodness," Mrs. Howell gasps and Mary Ann and Gilligan turn pale and faints.
They placed Mary Ann and Gilligan in lounge chairs to recuperate and then gathered what was needed to remove the tick.
An hour and a half later Mr. Howell was in his bed with his legs spread open under the sheet. The Professor held a magnifying glass in between Mr. Howell's legs to keep an eye on the tick which was now pale grey and the size of a small raisin. Mrs. Howell sat next to her husband and rubbed his shoulder. The Skipper looked at the Professor's watch.
"Okay the tick should be dead," the Skipper replied. "We can dry him off and remove it."
The Professor picked up a towel and dried off Mr. Howell.
"Okay Mr. Howell," the Professor replied. "Your going to feel a slight pinch."
"How dare he take the blood of a Howell!" Mr. Howell blurted out. "Oh it hurts oh the humanity just get it off me!"
"Mr. Howell it's off," the Professor replied holding up the tweezers with the tick on it.
"That's it well uh thank you," Mr. Howell replied sheepishly.
"I'd like you to stay in bed for about a day," the Professor informed. "I'll keep an eye on you to see if there is any swelling."
"Of course Professor," he replied.
"I also would suggest no night time sessions for about a week," the Professor informed them.
"Of course," they both replied blushing.
"Oh and Mrs. Howell," the Professor replied. "We should probably examine you to make sure you don't have any ticks as well."
"Well I didn't notice any when I was down there last night," Mr. Howell stated.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell exclaimed smacking him on the shoulder.
A/N: Ticks are in the same family as spiders. They have eight legs. They hide and wait for the right host to come along. Then they crawl onto their prey and can stay on them up to 24 hours. Some tick are the size of pin heads and then after a blood meal they can get up to four times in size. Afterwards they either fall off on their own or are pulled off.
Read and review! Also I hope you enjoyed Mr. and Mrs. Howell's scenes. I only know what I know from reading.
