Total Isolation

[uk666]

Total Isolation

Tom had been in Police work for 25 years. Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible.

He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise, it's total peace and quiet.

After about six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.

'Name's Cliff, your neighbour from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party on Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00...'

'Great', says Tom, 'after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks Thank you.'

As Cliff is leaving, he stops: 'Gotta warn you, there will be some drinking'.'

'Not a problem' says Tom. 'After 25 years in the Police, I can drink with the best of them.'

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.

'Likely goanna be some fighting' too.'

'I'll be there. Thanks again.'

Cliff says: 'More than likely, they will be some wild sex, too,' 

'Now that's really not a problem' says Tom, warming to the idea. 'I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?'

Cliff says:

'Don't much matter. Just goanna be just the two of us.'