Treasure Island

Lucky to be alive, he reached the desert island. He was all alone.

Wandering round, he suddenly spied a glamorous woman approaching. She looked him up and down. His eyes were fixed on her décolletage, so low as to defy science.

“Wanna beer?” she asked. He nodded and she delved into her top and pulled out a can.

“Wanna smoke?” she asked, delving down again and fishing out cigarettes and lighter.

Finally, sidling up very close, she smoothed his collar and asked seductively “Wanna play around?”

“Goodness me! Don't tell me you've a set of golf clubs down there too!”