Well, LH, it starts with a shipwreck onto a desert island. Only one sailor survives the terrible storm and makes landfall, to find there is a group of sailors already there. After some weeks' discussions about all their failed attempts to get off the island, the sailor begins to realize they'll be there for the long haul. Funny thing is, his island-mates don't seem all that upset to be stuck there.

He asks them what's the secret of their apparent contentedness.

His new mates describe all the ways they kill time on the island, how much they enjoy the climate, how the natural food sources are so delicious-- they make it sound like it's almost like heaven.

"But what about sex?" their new friend finally gets up the nerve to ask. "You must miss women??? Or do you-- no, I can't ask, it's too personal," he says, with images flooding his mind-- depravity among the men....

The men laugh uproariosly, knowing just what he's thinking. "No, no, mate," they assure him; "all you have to do is do what WE do-- go visit the other side of the island one night."

There's ready agreement among them on this point, but they refuse to elaborate and tell him he must see for himself.

Eventually, the newly-wrecked sailor gets up his nerve. He climbs the point at sunset, and goes around to the other side of the island.

He comes back the next morning with a big smile on his face; his mates clap him on the back in hearty congratulations. "How was it over on the other side of the island?" one of them asks.

"Oh, wow!" he replies, blushing. "She was GREAT!"

"Hey," says one of the veteran castaways. "We've been planning a party for tonight. We'd love to meet your new truelove! Come with us when we go pick up the others, and bring her along, too."

He agrees. He has a few misgivings, but he realizes that since they are all doing the same thing, it MUST be OK to go to "the other side of the island."

Later that afternoon, the men set out for the other side of the island. The paramours are happy to see the men and are soon gathered up for the return journey.

The last to join the group is our shy sailor's even shyer new friend. As she arrives he gives her a big hug. He's still not entirely sure of himself about all this, but she gives him a long, wet kiss. She's as hot as he remembers from the night before.

But suddenly, his hosts break out in raucous laughter-- pointing, giggling, and holding their sides as they pee their deck pants.

Our hapless rookie can only stutter, in bewildered embarrassment, "Wha-wh-wh-a-a-a-t-????"

One of them stops spluttering just long enough to choke out this line:

"Oh, man! You picked the ugliest baboon on the island!"

~Susan