This guy has been shipwrecked on a desert island for 3 years now. He survives on basic fruit the island grows but he knows it is very unlikely he will be found. So he spends most days staring out to sea, ready with his dirty red shirt to wave.
One morning he is amazed to see a beautiful girl dressed in a wet-suit emerging from the sea.
"Hello!" she smiles, "Been here long?"
"Three years" he croaks, his heart quickening at the sight of a female form.
"How long since you've had a drink of alcohol?" she winks. Then she reaches round and unzips a pocket containing a hip flask and hands it to him.
Narrowing his eyes, he takes it from her and has a long, welcome slug.
"How long since you've had a good cigar?" she purrs - and again with a hand on her shapely buttock, unzips a pocket and hands him a waterproofed tin of Havana cigars.
"Three long years" He sighs, open mouthed now, is this a mirage? He leans forward to light a cigar as she proffers a lighter..
He regards her as he takes another swig of scotch and a long draw ...
She is now looking him straight in the eyes as she reaches for another zip - revealing her ample cleavage..
"Mm, and how long is it.." she unzips a bit further, "since you played around?"
Suddenly he bursts into laughter: "Go on!" he guffaws, " don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there as well!"
His satisfaction is evident
