A plane ditches off the coast of a deserted tropical island. The pilot, the co-pilot and a hot stewardess are the only survivors…

They start to set up camp. John, the pilot builds a hut, Jack, the co-pilot does his best in hunting and gathering, and Jane a campfire going. The eat all together, look at the stars and ponder on their new fate. After nightfall, they get into the hut, cuddle to keep warm and fall asleep.

The next day, the get up with the morning sun and start exploring the island. They write S.O.S. in huge letters on the beach. 3 days pass, and after realising they might be on the island for a while, they start upgrading their camp.

At one point, Jane comes up to the guys and says:

“Guys, I know that you know that I know that we all have needs. We have to make the best of our situation.”

John: “I agree, not very conventional. Being a sensitive matter, I just didn’t want to bring it up…”

Jack: “Neither did I, so… It’d not very conventional indeed”

Jane: “Well boys, here’s what we’ll do: John, you can have me on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Jack, you can have me on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. I’ll rest on Sunday if you don’t mind.”

John: “Ok great, I like this arrangement”

Jack: “So do I.”

Jane is so horny, the guys can just about keep up with the rhythm. But they manage. A week goes by, then two, then three, then four… One day, Jane feels ill. She apparently caught some exotic tropical disease. She dies the next day. The boys are quite sadden by this tragic event. A week later, John comes up to Jack:

John: “dude, I don’t know about you, but remember the needs thing? I was was kind of getting used to the sex. Do you think we could…”

Jack: “Yeah, thinking the same thing. I was meaning to ask you, but it seems unnatural.. you know… I don’t want you to think differently of me”

John: “Don’t worry dude, it’s just you and I, no one will know. Besides, we can alternate, like before”

The guys manage this new arrangement. A week goes by, then two, then three, then four… One day, John comes up to Jack:

John: “dude, I really thought I could manage. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I have to stop, it doesn’t feel right”

Jack: “You’re right, we should bury her”

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