The Island

The professor saw Ginger approaching. She was pretty spry for that early.

He slipped into dense foilage and held his breath.

He loved to watch Ginger walk. She had the refined strut of a harlot or a model.

She went by without noticing.

The Proefessor stepped out, slipped a hand over each boobg and said 'guess who?"

Ginger reacted most uncharacteristically.

Instead of sinking back into the Professor's arms as she usually would have, she stiffed, shrieked, and spun.

'Woa!" the professor said "Sorry Ginger."

When he saw the shocked look on her face he added "You alright?"

'Uh sure honey." she said, relaxing a little, "You just startled me."

"Well I'm sory." the professor said. "but you usually respond well to that greeting."

"Your hands were a little cold.'she smiled.

he knew his hands weren't cold but didn't press.

"Are yuou headed for the Huts?" he asked.

"Why yes, she said."

"I'll walk with you."

She let the professior lead by a half step.

'Two days from now will be the fourth anniversary of landing Day." he said, "I can't wait."

"It should be quite a party." she said.

"It's the gang bang of the year." the professor smiled. "I have wet dreams about this for weeks."

"Uh that's nice, honey." she said.

Honey. that was odd. Ginger didn't usually employ that term to address the professor. She had used it twice that morning.

They rounded the corner to encounter Mary Anne, Mrs Howell, and Ginger.

"hey!" both Gingers said at once.

Everybody stopped. Mrs Howell glanced back and forth between the Gingers twice. the professor blinked his eyes.

"What gives?" the professor said.

'She's a fake!" said the ginger with the Professor.

'No I'm not" ginger said. "Wher edid you did gp this whore?"

'Whore!" the other Ginger snapped, "Up yours, bith!"

"Wiat!" the professor said. One at a time, starting with you." he said , indicating the Ginger on his arm."What's goiung on?"

"I don't know honey." she said.

"An you?" the professor asjed the other."She doesn't know your name, Professor," she said."

"thought so." the professor smiled, taking a stronger grip on his Ginger's arm.

"Now who the hell are you?"

"Alice Crump" she said, weakly struggling.

“Well how did you determine the location of the Island?” the professor asked.

“When I couldn’t find Ginger through regular channels,” she said, " I started to ask around."

"I ran across a man tending your beach house." she continued.

“That’s Rodrigo.” Ginger said.

“Yes.” He thought I was you.” She smiled. “And he was all over me.”

Ginger smiled. Her trim cabana man knew how to treat a woman right.

“Yes, he’s pretty friendly.”

“Well I didn’t know what to say” she said, "So I sucked his dick.”

"How terrible fror you.” Mary Anne laughed.

“I’ve had worse” she said.
When I finished him off he was receptive to my request for my location.”

‘He could be a better security risk.” Ginger said. “But he’s got a great dick.”

‘And I can’t tell you from me, much less him."

"Well what are we going to do?" asked Mrs Howell.

Ginger looked over her double. "leave it to me." she smiled.

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