A man (Mike) and a woman (Sandra) were stranded on a deserted island for many years. They weren’t really in love, but they liked one another very well. They sort of depended on one another as “husband and wife” in their stranded situation.
The morning following a bad storm, a new guy (Joe) washed up on shore. After Joe got to feeling better and had a bit of rest and food, Joe and Sandra immediately realized they shared a VERY strong attraction for one another, but they realized that certain protocols would have to be observed to not upset Mike.
Mike, oblivious to the pheromones floating around, was just glad to have someone new to talk to. “This is wonderful! Now we’ll be able to have three people doing 8-hour shifts in the watchtower instead of two people doing 12-hour shifts,” Mike commented enthusiastically. Joe was only too happy to help, and in fact volunteered to do the first shift. He climbed up the tall tower and stood watch, scanning the ocean horizon for any ships.
Soon Mike and Sandra started placing stones in a circle in order to make a fire to cook supper. Joe yelled down, “Hey, no screwing!”
Mike and Sandra looked at each other with a question on their faces, and yelled back, “We’re not screwing!”
A few minetes later, they started to put driftwood into the stone circle. Again Joe yelled down, “Heeey, no screwing!”
Again they yell back up to Joe, “We’re not screwing!”
Later they started putting palm leaves on the roof of the shack to patch leaks. Once again, Joe, the new man, yelled down from high above, “Hey, I said no screwing!!”
The two below yelled back up to Joe, “And we said we’re *not* screwing! Can’t you see that?”
Finally Joe’s eight hour shift was over and Joe climbed down from the tower and Mike started to climb up to take his place. By the time Mike got halfway up, Joe and Sandra were already screwing their brains out.
Once at the top, Mike turned around and looked down and said to himself, “Son-of-a-gun. From up here it DOES look like they’re screwing!”