If you would like to see a Part Two, which would include both more story and more backstory, be sure to PM me some feedback. THE MEN OF GILLIGAN'S ISLAND, PART ONE “Lovey, dear, you’re snoring again.” No response from his wife of twenty-six years, unless you count more snorting. “Please, Lovey, if you quiet down I’ll buy you a diamond the size of a golf ball.” Again, no response. But come to think of it, switching over to giant diamonds instead of golf balls at the country club wouldn’t be a bad idea. If they ever got off this God-forsaken island, that is. They had gotten close a few times, but that little fuck-up Gilligan always managed to blow it. Frankly, Mr. Howell could take or leave Gilligan. But he was the Skipper’s “little buddy” – whatever that was supposed to imply – and Mr. Howell had no interest in alienating the Skipper since he was the only one who could operate the S.S. Minnow if the opportunity ever arose. Mr. Howell might be able to try it in a pinch, but the Minnow was a far cry from the yachts he was used to. Besides, he had never been in the habit of driving the yachts himself, preferring instead to let Jose-Antonio do most of the driving. Or was it Jose-Alfonso? The Portugee sailor employed by the Howells, whatever his name was. And still Lovey snored on. As long as he wasn’t going to get any sleep, Mr. Howell decided to go for a walk. Perhaps the fresh air would clear his mind and make it easier to drift off upon his return. He got out of his bed and changed out of his silk pajamas. Catching a glimpse of the mirror across the hut, Mr. Howell couldn’t help but stop and admire his reflection. At fifty-three, he still considered himself quite a catch. He had always been handsome, and the years had been good to him, adding a certain air of distinguished calm. His slightly hairy body still looked great for a man of his years. His pectorals and abdominal muscles were toned, if not as tight as they once were. And Lovey had never seemed disappointed by his penis. Mr. Howell himself would not have minded having a larger one, but his size was respectable enough. Besides, as far as he knew, he was the only man Lovey had seen undressed in her life, so what did it matter?