The Professor merely gulped. He prided himself on his control, and tried to observe Ginger's behavior clinically. The castaways had often exhibited st...ange behavior under the stress of being marooned, but this was the most extreme so far. A calculating part of his brain whispered that this could be helpful to his research. A more primitive part of his brain was thinking along the same lines of the Skipper."Hi, boys," said Ginger in her most breathless Marilyn Monroe voice. She casually strolled. “Now put your hands on the back of your neck.” When she did, he brushed her hair forward and held both her hands in his left. He stroked over her butt with his fingers.“Mr. Brown!”“Oh, yes.” He pulled his hand back, paused while she caught her breath, and brought it down hard. He’d really got into that swing.“Owww!”“Oh yes. I’m supposed to be spanking you. Well, count for me.” He spanked her again.“Ow. Two.”“But you didn’t count one. This is one.” It was another strong swing.“One.” She counted. I’ll figure it out when I get there.’ ‘You know that you are now a persona non grata in all official circles.’ ‘I know the routine. So I better get going. I need a drink, a place to sleep, and a good meal before I become their target.’ ‘Good luck, Stuart. I’ll be thinking about you.’ As I opened the limo door, she took an envelope out of her purse and put it in my hand. I knew better than to say anything or acknowledge it. I simply folded it and put it in my back pocket. I would read it when. By the time I got home, I was dragging. I thought about using the sauna, but decided instead to simply fall into bed. I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.Wednesday was a repeat of Monday, except that Penny came by for her ‘computer lesson’. We went straight to my room and had our clothes off seconds after the door was shut and locked. We kissed and ran our hands over each other and then fell into bed. She was wearing cherry lip gloss, and it tasted wonderful. We took turns.