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Gilligan's Island - Island Madness - Part s 1 & 2
After buying the 1st Season on DVD, it re-affirmed my love for Dawn Welles & inspired me to finish my story.
So here is part 2 of . . .
Island Madness
Gingers’s Revenge
Ginger Grant lay in her bed every eveninmg for 2 weeks after Maryann went Tickle Mad on her. Ginger never felt so humiliated in all her life. She would never let that farm girl get away with what she put her through, so she thought up a scheme to get her revenge on Maryann. It was just a matter of timing.
Ginger wanted to give Maryann a false sense of security, so she played along for 2 weeks doing everything ’proper’. Maryann couldn’t be happier. Every once in a while, when they were doing chores together, Maryann would give Ginger a little dig, making snide comments to tease Ginger.
“See Ginger? Isn’t it better this way when we’re ALL doing our part?”
Ginger, looking rather plain without her ’glamour’ make-up & slinky dresses, just muttered, “Uh, yeah.”
Ginger’s anger was building up. She was ready to exact her revenge on her co-called ’friend’ Maryann.
It was 2 weeks & 3 days after that Tickle Madness happened when the Professor made an announcement around the breakfat table.
“Alright everyone. It’s been 2 weeks & 3 days since our last visit to the other side of the island. After careful calculations, I believe we may have an answer to our water supply problems. We must go back & re-check those hot springs before I can make a final deduction.”
The skipper, Jonas Grumby, whined, “Aww, Professor…do we really HAVE to go back there?”
“I’m afraid so, Skipper.”
Gilligan chimes in, “Not as afraid as I am, Professor. Those caves are scary. Even for me”
“My little buddy has a point there, Professor. they kinda give ME the willies too.”
The Professor became sterner, “Now, look people. . this is too important to let some dark caves scare you.”
Mr. Thurston Howell III stands to address the group. “The Captain is absolutely correct, Professor. We simply can’t return to those dark damp caves.” He shivers in exaggeration. “B-r-r-r-r.”
The Professor becomes agitated. “Listen to me everyone. This is NOT up for debate. We MUST go back & we’re going back NOW.”
Everyone started to disperse the table & heads for their respective huts, grumbling to themselves.
“I don’t wanna go back there, Skipper.”
“I don’t blame ya, Little Buddy. But the Professor says it’s important, so we gotta go.”
“Thurston, dahling, I do hope we won’t see any more of those dreadful bugs like last time.”
“We’ll just leave the bug-busting to the Skipper, Gilligan & the Professor, shall we?”
“Oh, Thurston, you think of everything.”
Ginger was excited about being alone again with Maryann for the entire day. Now she can put her plan into action.
The others have been gone for about an hour . . .
Ginger’s daily morning chore was to make the beds. She prepared Maryann’s bed while Maryann was cleaning the breakfast table. Ginger found & used the same bamboo rope that Maryann used on her. She tied one end of each rope to the corners of the bed, then hid the rope so Maryann wouldn’t get suspicious.
She also discovered a few exotic feathers during the past 2 weeks & hid them under her bed.
Maryann had no idea what was about to happen to her. Ginger . . . was ready.
Ginger decided to put her make-up on & dress in her usual sexy attire.
Maryann walked into the hut & saw Ginger putting the final touches on her face.
“What are you doing? We still have the laundry to do & gather fruits for lunch.”
Ginger got up & turned to face Maryann.
“Change of plans, Maryann.”
“What do you mean, ‘change of plans’? You’re not going back to the way you were, are you?”
“Not ONLY I am ‘going back’ to the way I was, but so are YOU.”
Ginger rushed Maryann & grabbed her by the shoulders. She pushed Maryann towards her bed.
“What are you DOING? Are you crazy?”
“Not as crazy YOU were 2 & a half weeks ago.”
Ginger managed to throw Maryann onto her bed. Maryann tried to get up but Ginger’s strength increased since she’s been doing actual work for 2 weeks.
Ginger quickly grabbed Maryann’s wrists with one hand & reached behind the headboard with the other.
She pulled out the bamboo rope from the right side of the bed & quickly wrapped it around Maryann’s right wrist. Maryann half-struggled die to the shear shock of Ginger’s actions. This was so unexpected that Maryann didn’t know how to react right away.
Ginger grabbed Maryann’s left wrist & pulled put the other rope. After securing her wrists to the head board, Ginger stepped back to observe Maryann’s reactions.
“Now for your feet.”
“Now wait a minute, Ginger. You can’t do this to me. I was only trying to help you be a better person.”
“Be a better person? HAH. Here? Who cares? There’ only the 7 of us. Besides. . . I LIKE who I am.”
Maryann began to panic. “Oh please, Ginger. I promise not be so hard on you next time.”
“Next time? NEXT time? Listen, sweetie. After this, there won’t BE any NEXT time.”
Ginger wrapped the rope around each ankle & secured them to the corners of the bed.
Maryann’s heart was pounding furiously. Her breathing became a little heavy. Ginger saw this & commented, “Oh, honey. You’d better calm down. You‘re gonna need to breathe while I stroke your bare soles.”
Maryann’s eyes bulged. “Oh NO. Ginger NOO. PLEASE! don’t tickle my feet.”
“That’s funny… I remember saying that same thing to you a few weeks back. You didn’t listen… so why should I?”
Ginger bent down & untied Maryann’s shoe laces. Then she slipped them off without much of resistance.
Maryann’s mind was reeling. She didn’t know what to do or say, not that it would help matters at this point. her rationale was beginning to fade.
“I’ll - I’ll make you deal. You let me go & I’ll do all the housework like I used to.. Okay? You Don’t have to lift a finger?”
“Sorry . . No deal.” Ginger walked over to the bound Maryann.
“Besides… I WILL lift a finger. THIS one.” Ginger lifted her index finger & wiggled it. Her red nail polish still glistening in the bright morning sunshine that covered the hut’s opened window.
“NO NO. Please don’t… Pleeease?”
“Time to go to WORK…”
Ginger went to her own bed & bent down. She raeched under her bed & pulled out 2 feathers. One was small & stiff. it was black. the other feather was longer & wider. it was pure white.
Maryann looked at them in horror. Knowing full well what the intent was, she asked the quiestion anyway. “Wha… what are you gonna do with THOSE?”
“Oh, Don’t be so naive, Maryann. I’m gonna tickle you with them, silly.”
Ginger gave Maryann a sadistic evil grin. Maryann never saw that expression on Ginger’s face before, & that scared her even more.
“Now..” Twirling the feathers, one in each hand. “Where to begin.”
“PLEASE Ginger.. NO….”
“Hmm, ya know Maryann. I’ve always like the way you tie your shirt just above your belly, like it is now. Now I can get your belly & sides without much effort.”
Maryann’s energy returned, trying desparately to yank herself out of the ropes. She was about to scream.
Ginger slowly walked over to Maryann & sat down at her right side. Ginger reached over with feathers in hands & began to tickle Maryann’s armpits. The feathers slid up & down Maryann’s exposed arm pits.
“NO GINGERRRR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHA.”
“Does that tickle you, sweetie?”
“YEEESSS HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. STOP IT GINGER. HAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Sorry Hon. No speakie de inglie. Hee hee.”
‘PLEEESE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE. HAHAHAHAHA”
“We’ve just started. I still need to tickle your feet. But I‘ll save THAT for last.”
The feathers moved down to Maryann’s bare midrift. Dancing all around her bare skin.
Maryann was bouncing all over the bed, but remained secured to the bed posts.
Ginger was having a splendid time. “OOHH, this is so much fun.”
Ginger put the feathers down to let Maryann catch her breath.
Ginger’s long nails wiggled in front of Maryann’s face.
Ginger taunted Maryann. “I’m gonna tick-le you, Maryann. Tick-le tick-le tick-le.”
“NO PLEASE. HEE HEE NO MORE HAHA.”
“What’s that? You want more? Ohh kaayyy..”
“NOOO. I SAID NOO MORE”
“Yes. You said, ‘NOO… MORE!’”
Ginger began tickling Maryann‘s armpits with her long red nails. Ever so lightly, Ginger‘s nails whisped up & down Maryann‘s sensitive pits. Maryann was jumping up & down in her bonds. She started to sweat.
Ginger held Maryann’s right elbow down as she continued to lightly tickle her armpits, sides, belly & ribs. Maryann rolled from side to side, trying get away from Ginger’s dainty fingers.
‘NOOO STOP TICKLING MEEE HEE HEE HE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HA. PLEESE HAHAHAHAHAHAH GINGERRRRR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.”
“Gitchy gitchy gooo, Maryann. You are just a tickle toy today.”
“HAHAHAHA - I CAN’T - HAHAHAHAHAH BREEEE - HEE HEE HE HAHAHAHAHA.”
‘Would you like me to stop tickling your armpits, honey?”
‘YEEESSSS. PLEASE STOP - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
“Okay. I’ll stop.”
Ginger ceased her assault on Maryann’s ultra-ticklish upper body. Maryann was sweating & breathing heavy. Her chest heaved up & down in labored breathing.
Ginger got up & headed for the door. “Be right back. Don‘t go anywhere. Hee hee.”
While Maryann was recovering from her tickle torture, Ginger went to get some water for herself, & for her ticklish captive.
When Ginger retuned, Maryann was fully recovered & started to yell at Ginger. “WAIT UNTIL I GET OUT OF THIS. YOU’LL GET YOURS YOU . . .YOU…”
“You what? Say it Maryann. Say what you want to say to me. It can‘t get any worse for you.”
Maryann lowered her voice until it was almost inaudible. “You… bitch”
Ginger couldn‘t believe what came out of Maryann’s mouth.
When Maryann tickled Ginger so severely, Ginger never cursed at her. This hurt Ginger more than the humiliation of being tickle tortured.
This changed Ginger’s demeaner almost immediately. She was just playing with Maryann up until now. But now she she went too far. Ginger’s re-newed determination went into full throttle.
She walked over to Maryann’s bare feet. She sat down on the floor at her bare soles in front of her face.
Ginger was re-enacting almost every move that Maryann made on her. Now it’s different. NOW she wants Maryann to really suffer.
With re-newed vigor, Ginger began to lightly stroke Maryann’s bare soles.
‘I’M SORRY GINGER… I‘M REALLY.. AAHH NAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. NOOOO PLEEESE STO-O-O-P HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA.”
Ginger needed to yell over Maryann’s screaming & laughing.
‘KITCHY KITCHY KITCHY KOOOO, MARYANN. NOW YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT HORRIBLE NAME YOU JUST CALLED ME!”
Ginger scr-r-r-raped Maryann’s bare soles up & down with such enthusiasm & delight that she was beginning to LIKE tickling her hut-mate.
Maryann was laughing & screaming from the intense foot tickling. She thrashed her head from side to side, struggling so desparately to get her bare soles away from Ginger’s gentle touch.
Maryann didn’t have any clue as to how to stop Ginger’s assault.
Ginger played with Maryann’s flexing toes.
Maryann’s eyes wearing tearing up. Her voice was beginning to crack.
She coughed. Ginger, mercifully, stopped tickling Maryann’s bare soles.
Ginger watched Maryann’s chest heaving up & down. Her breathing was labored.
Maryann’s only other defense was to break down & cry. Between her panting & catching her breath, she said, “No…more.. please…Ginger…”
Ginger looked her Maryann’s face & saw that she seemed truly sorry.
She walked over to Maryann.
“Are you REALLY sorry, Maryann?”
“YES! YES! Please, don’t tickle my feet anymore.”
Tears of desparation were streaming down Maryann’s reddened face.
“Do you promise to treat me with the same respect as the others?”
“YES… PLEEEASE Ginger.”
Ginger pondered Maryann’s plea for mercy.
She say down next to Maryann. She looked deep into Maryann’s eyes.
Maryann was weeping uncontrollably now.
That made Ginger feel sorry for her little tickle slave.
“Alright, Maryann. I’ll let you go. But you promise to. . “
“To give you the same respect as the others.. Yes, I promise.”
“Alright. I’ll untie you.”
As Ginger began to untie Maryann’s wrists, she said, “& if you say a word to any of the others about this, I WILL tickle your feet a lot worse than this.”
“I promise. I won’t say a word to anyone.”
As Ginger continued to untie Maryann, a shadowy figure lurked near the window, just outside the hut.
Gilligan couldn’t believe what he just witnessed.
The Professor sent Gilligan back to retrieve some notes he left on his desk.
Gilligan saw & heard almost the whole scene.
& that gave him an idea . . . . . . . . .
The End ???
After buying the 1st Season on DVD, it re-affirmed my love for Dawn Welles & inspired me to finish my story.
So here is part 2 of . . .
Island Madness
Gingers’s Revenge
Ginger Grant lay in her bed every eveninmg for 2 weeks after Maryann went Tickle Mad on her. Ginger never felt so humiliated in all her life. She would never let that farm girl get away with what she put her through, so she thought up a scheme to get her revenge on Maryann. It was just a matter of timing.
Ginger wanted to give Maryann a false sense of security, so she played along for 2 weeks doing everything ’proper’. Maryann couldn’t be happier. Every once in a while, when they were doing chores together, Maryann would give Ginger a little dig, making snide comments to tease Ginger.
“See Ginger? Isn’t it better this way when we’re ALL doing our part?”
Ginger, looking rather plain without her ’glamour’ make-up & slinky dresses, just muttered, “Uh, yeah.”
Ginger’s anger was building up. She was ready to exact her revenge on her co-called ’friend’ Maryann.
It was 2 weeks & 3 days after that Tickle Madness happened when the Professor made an announcement around the breakfat table.
“Alright everyone. It’s been 2 weeks & 3 days since our last visit to the other side of the island. After careful calculations, I believe we may have an answer to our water supply problems. We must go back & re-check those hot springs before I can make a final deduction.”
The skipper, Jonas Grumby, whined, “Aww, Professor…do we really HAVE to go back there?”
“I’m afraid so, Skipper.”
Gilligan chimes in, “Not as afraid as I am, Professor. Those caves are scary. Even for me”
“My little buddy has a point there, Professor. they kinda give ME the willies too.”
The Professor became sterner, “Now, look people. . this is too important to let some dark caves scare you.”
Mr. Thurston Howell III stands to address the group. “The Captain is absolutely correct, Professor. We simply can’t return to those dark damp caves.” He shivers in exaggeration. “B-r-r-r-r.”
The Professor becomes agitated. “Listen to me everyone. This is NOT up for debate. We MUST go back & we’re going back NOW.”
Everyone started to disperse the table & heads for their respective huts, grumbling to themselves.
“I don’t wanna go back there, Skipper.”
“I don’t blame ya, Little Buddy. But the Professor says it’s important, so we gotta go.”
“Thurston, dahling, I do hope we won’t see any more of those dreadful bugs like last time.”
“We’ll just leave the bug-busting to the Skipper, Gilligan & the Professor, shall we?”
“Oh, Thurston, you think of everything.”
Ginger was excited about being alone again with Maryann for the entire day. Now she can put her plan into action.
The others have been gone for about an hour . . .
Ginger’s daily morning chore was to make the beds. She prepared Maryann’s bed while Maryann was cleaning the breakfast table. Ginger found & used the same bamboo rope that Maryann used on her. She tied one end of each rope to the corners of the bed, then hid the rope so Maryann wouldn’t get suspicious.
She also discovered a few exotic feathers during the past 2 weeks & hid them under her bed.
Maryann had no idea what was about to happen to her. Ginger . . . was ready.
Ginger decided to put her make-up on & dress in her usual sexy attire.
Maryann walked into the hut & saw Ginger putting the final touches on her face.
“What are you doing? We still have the laundry to do & gather fruits for lunch.”
Ginger got up & turned to face Maryann.
“Change of plans, Maryann.”
“What do you mean, ‘change of plans’? You’re not going back to the way you were, are you?”
“Not ONLY I am ‘going back’ to the way I was, but so are YOU.”
Ginger rushed Maryann & grabbed her by the shoulders. She pushed Maryann towards her bed.
“What are you DOING? Are you crazy?”
“Not as crazy YOU were 2 & a half weeks ago.”
Ginger managed to throw Maryann onto her bed. Maryann tried to get up but Ginger’s strength increased since she’s been doing actual work for 2 weeks.
Ginger quickly grabbed Maryann’s wrists with one hand & reached behind the headboard with the other.
She pulled out the bamboo rope from the right side of the bed & quickly wrapped it around Maryann’s right wrist. Maryann half-struggled die to the shear shock of Ginger’s actions. This was so unexpected that Maryann didn’t know how to react right away.
Ginger grabbed Maryann’s left wrist & pulled put the other rope. After securing her wrists to the head board, Ginger stepped back to observe Maryann’s reactions.
“Now for your feet.”
“Now wait a minute, Ginger. You can’t do this to me. I was only trying to help you be a better person.”
“Be a better person? HAH. Here? Who cares? There’ only the 7 of us. Besides. . . I LIKE who I am.”
Maryann began to panic. “Oh please, Ginger. I promise not be so hard on you next time.”
“Next time? NEXT time? Listen, sweetie. After this, there won’t BE any NEXT time.”
Ginger wrapped the rope around each ankle & secured them to the corners of the bed.
Maryann’s heart was pounding furiously. Her breathing became a little heavy. Ginger saw this & commented, “Oh, honey. You’d better calm down. You‘re gonna need to breathe while I stroke your bare soles.”
Maryann’s eyes bulged. “Oh NO. Ginger NOO. PLEASE! don’t tickle my feet.”
“That’s funny… I remember saying that same thing to you a few weeks back. You didn’t listen… so why should I?”
Ginger bent down & untied Maryann’s shoe laces. Then she slipped them off without much of resistance.
Maryann’s mind was reeling. She didn’t know what to do or say, not that it would help matters at this point. her rationale was beginning to fade.
“I’ll - I’ll make you deal. You let me go & I’ll do all the housework like I used to.. Okay? You Don’t have to lift a finger?”
“Sorry . . No deal.” Ginger walked over to the bound Maryann.
“Besides… I WILL lift a finger. THIS one.” Ginger lifted her index finger & wiggled it. Her red nail polish still glistening in the bright morning sunshine that covered the hut’s opened window.
“NO NO. Please don’t… Pleeease?”
“Time to go to WORK…”
Ginger went to her own bed & bent down. She raeched under her bed & pulled out 2 feathers. One was small & stiff. it was black. the other feather was longer & wider. it was pure white.
Maryann looked at them in horror. Knowing full well what the intent was, she asked the quiestion anyway. “Wha… what are you gonna do with THOSE?”
“Oh, Don’t be so naive, Maryann. I’m gonna tickle you with them, silly.”
Ginger gave Maryann a sadistic evil grin. Maryann never saw that expression on Ginger’s face before, & that scared her even more.
“Now..” Twirling the feathers, one in each hand. “Where to begin.”
“PLEASE Ginger.. NO….”
“Hmm, ya know Maryann. I’ve always like the way you tie your shirt just above your belly, like it is now. Now I can get your belly & sides without much effort.”
Maryann’s energy returned, trying desparately to yank herself out of the ropes. She was about to scream.
Ginger slowly walked over to Maryann & sat down at her right side. Ginger reached over with feathers in hands & began to tickle Maryann’s armpits. The feathers slid up & down Maryann’s exposed arm pits.
“NO GINGERRRR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHA.”
“Does that tickle you, sweetie?”
“YEEESSS HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. STOP IT GINGER. HAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Sorry Hon. No speakie de inglie. Hee hee.”
‘PLEEESE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE. HAHAHAHAHA”
“We’ve just started. I still need to tickle your feet. But I‘ll save THAT for last.”
The feathers moved down to Maryann’s bare midrift. Dancing all around her bare skin.
Maryann was bouncing all over the bed, but remained secured to the bed posts.
Ginger was having a splendid time. “OOHH, this is so much fun.”
Ginger put the feathers down to let Maryann catch her breath.
Ginger’s long nails wiggled in front of Maryann’s face.
Ginger taunted Maryann. “I’m gonna tick-le you, Maryann. Tick-le tick-le tick-le.”
“NO PLEASE. HEE HEE NO MORE HAHA.”
“What’s that? You want more? Ohh kaayyy..”
“NOOO. I SAID NOO MORE”
“Yes. You said, ‘NOO… MORE!’”
Ginger began tickling Maryann‘s armpits with her long red nails. Ever so lightly, Ginger‘s nails whisped up & down Maryann‘s sensitive pits. Maryann was jumping up & down in her bonds. She started to sweat.
Ginger held Maryann’s right elbow down as she continued to lightly tickle her armpits, sides, belly & ribs. Maryann rolled from side to side, trying get away from Ginger’s dainty fingers.
‘NOOO STOP TICKLING MEEE HEE HEE HE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HA. PLEESE HAHAHAHAHAHAH GINGERRRRR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.”
“Gitchy gitchy gooo, Maryann. You are just a tickle toy today.”
“HAHAHAHA - I CAN’T - HAHAHAHAHAH BREEEE - HEE HEE HE HAHAHAHAHA.”
‘Would you like me to stop tickling your armpits, honey?”
‘YEEESSSS. PLEASE STOP - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
“Okay. I’ll stop.”
Ginger ceased her assault on Maryann’s ultra-ticklish upper body. Maryann was sweating & breathing heavy. Her chest heaved up & down in labored breathing.
Ginger got up & headed for the door. “Be right back. Don‘t go anywhere. Hee hee.”
While Maryann was recovering from her tickle torture, Ginger went to get some water for herself, & for her ticklish captive.
When Ginger retuned, Maryann was fully recovered & started to yell at Ginger. “WAIT UNTIL I GET OUT OF THIS. YOU’LL GET YOURS YOU . . .YOU…”
“You what? Say it Maryann. Say what you want to say to me. It can‘t get any worse for you.”
Maryann lowered her voice until it was almost inaudible. “You… bitch”
Ginger couldn‘t believe what came out of Maryann’s mouth.
When Maryann tickled Ginger so severely, Ginger never cursed at her. This hurt Ginger more than the humiliation of being tickle tortured.
This changed Ginger’s demeaner almost immediately. She was just playing with Maryann up until now. But now she she went too far. Ginger’s re-newed determination went into full throttle.
She walked over to Maryann’s bare feet. She sat down on the floor at her bare soles in front of her face.
Ginger was re-enacting almost every move that Maryann made on her. Now it’s different. NOW she wants Maryann to really suffer.
With re-newed vigor, Ginger began to lightly stroke Maryann’s bare soles.
‘I’M SORRY GINGER… I‘M REALLY.. AAHH NAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. NOOOO PLEEESE STO-O-O-P HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA.”
Ginger needed to yell over Maryann’s screaming & laughing.
‘KITCHY KITCHY KITCHY KOOOO, MARYANN. NOW YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT HORRIBLE NAME YOU JUST CALLED ME!”
Ginger scr-r-r-raped Maryann’s bare soles up & down with such enthusiasm & delight that she was beginning to LIKE tickling her hut-mate.
Maryann was laughing & screaming from the intense foot tickling. She thrashed her head from side to side, struggling so desparately to get her bare soles away from Ginger’s gentle touch.
Maryann didn’t have any clue as to how to stop Ginger’s assault.
Ginger played with Maryann’s flexing toes.
Maryann’s eyes wearing tearing up. Her voice was beginning to crack.
She coughed. Ginger, mercifully, stopped tickling Maryann’s bare soles.
Ginger watched Maryann’s chest heaving up & down. Her breathing was labored.
Maryann’s only other defense was to break down & cry. Between her panting & catching her breath, she said, “No…more.. please…Ginger…”
Ginger looked her Maryann’s face & saw that she seemed truly sorry.
She walked over to Maryann.
“Are you REALLY sorry, Maryann?”
“YES! YES! Please, don’t tickle my feet anymore.”
Tears of desparation were streaming down Maryann’s reddened face.
“Do you promise to treat me with the same respect as the others?”
“YES… PLEEEASE Ginger.”
Ginger pondered Maryann’s plea for mercy.
She say down next to Maryann. She looked deep into Maryann’s eyes.
Maryann was weeping uncontrollably now.
That made Ginger feel sorry for her little tickle slave.
“Alright, Maryann. I’ll let you go. But you promise to. . “
“To give you the same respect as the others.. Yes, I promise.”
“Alright. I’ll untie you.”
As Ginger began to untie Maryann’s wrists, she said, “& if you say a word to any of the others about this, I WILL tickle your feet a lot worse than this.”
“I promise. I won’t say a word to anyone.”
As Ginger continued to untie Maryann, a shadowy figure lurked near the window, just outside the hut.
Gilligan couldn’t believe what he just witnessed.
The Professor sent Gilligan back to retrieve some notes he left on his desk.
Gilligan saw & heard almost the whole scene.
& that gave him an idea . . . . . . . . .
The End ???
