"We are sorry you couldn't make it Grady but thanks for letting your wife come. She made the whole evening worthwhile."I found myself clenching my fis...s as I listened to his group of hyenas giggling like girls. They seemed to be having a private joke at my expense. As I started to walk away Colin followed and continued his taunting."She sure has developed into a fine piece since high school, Grady. You are one lucky guy to have that to come home to every night."I could see that it was going to. She was fascinated by this bulging, hard stick, that pointed straight up. As she stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.Her eyes drop down to take in that funny lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the bed. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis. While still. This time, I heard, "Shit! He's right. Why didn't I think of that?"Hopefully, next time, I'll get the results I wanted. I couldn't be too hard on the men, because I, too, had had forgotten to shoot at the horses during the heat of battle. Oh, well, live and learn.We did look around, but the only raider we found was the man I had killed with my first shot. It's amazing how much damage a load of buckshot can do at close range! His face was cut to pieces and he was totally unrecognizable. His. I could have cancer, or be a quadraplegic, or a World Wrestling Federation fan. And you’re right. But if I said, “Yippee, hooray for Vanessa, she’s the sexiest girl a guy ever got to share his island paradise with, I’d be kicked out of the Ernest Hemingway Fan Club, and the story would have no dramatic tension, beginning as it would be, where it is supposed to end. Now just because a guy is all alone on an island with no women, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t sometimes think about them, which is.