Pete had been marooned or shipwrecked on this island for a long period of time, weeks stretched out, then soon months, and eventually to a point where it was literally years. His only companion an occasional sand-crab, a passing gull. No contact with the outside world in any form, Pete was oblivious to time.
Each day was the same routine, and mostly, time just stayed suspended for him, year after year, he would search the horizon for a ship or anything that could save him from his ordeal.
Then one day, he looked up and there was a large yacht in the backwaters of the small harbor and a small orange colored life-raft was heading his way. He could not believe his eyes, finally, rescued.
The life-raft came up to the beach, and a beautiful girl with magnificent breasts put her foot down into the white sand and said, “Hello.”
Pete just stared, here standing before him is a beautiful creature, her incredible lines seemed to flow like fine wine down her body.
She walked over to him and sat down and asked, “Are you marooned here?” and Pete stammered out a quick “Yes. Yes I am.” She said, “How long have you been here?” and he again said to her, “I dunno. Long, long time.”
Pete agreed, and she took the cap of the flask and poured him out a drink. He drank it all down, it burned from his throat all the way down to his belly.
The Goddess now winked and said, “I bet you could use a good cigar too. You look like a cigar man to me.” She unzipped her suit again, exposing even more of her lovely breasts to Pete, this time he swore he saw a nipple.
She leaned over, giving Pete a good look at her charms and lit his cigar with a little pink BIC lighter and said to him, “Is there anything else you would want,” again leaning over and exposing her breasts to him one more time, “anything at all?”
Old Pete leaned back on the palm tree, took a big draw on the cigar and said to her, pointing inside her wet suit, “Say, you don’t have a good set of golf clubs in there do you?”