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A guy won the lottery and after investing some in a new set of golf clubs and spending far too much time on the greens, he decides it's time he bought himself a boat and sail it down the coast - there's got to be a golf club on pretty much any island he lands on so he chucks the clubs into the locker and sets off. However, a couple of days at sea and the weather turns nasty: there's huge waves and, as the mast collapses, his waterproof and shirt are torn practically in half. Our chap realises he has no choice but to climb into the life-raft and abandon his new toy.
As the storm passes and night follows day, he wakes to nothing but sea around him. His phone got waterlogged and is useless so, he can only drift in whatever direction the breeze and currents take him, living off the rations packed into the life-raft and hoping for rescue. In time, the food starts to run low, he's down to sipping the remaining rainwater from the life-raft's tarpaulin and, without shade, he's starting to suffer from heatstroke...things really aren't looking too good for this chap and he's barely able to stay awake. At daybreak a few days later, he's woken by the sound of surf and the grinding of the raft on sand. Realising he's washed up on a beach he leaps out of the raft and struggles onto dry land for the first time in a week. No idea where he is - but who cares? It's land! He's made it!
Walking towards him is a vision in a sari of some kind with a bag slung over her shoulder. She's got near perfect skin, long sun-kissed hair and is clearly concerned about his welfare: "Hi. I saw your raft heading this way and, thank goodness, you got pushed close enough for the thing to stick in the sand. You were lucky, if you had missed us, you might have drifted for weeks!"
"Umm... yes thank you," croaked our survivor, "say, you don't have any water, do you?"
"Oh sure I do!" she says and, reaching into the bag, pulls out a flask of fresh, cool water. It's all our chap can do not to swallow the flask and he empties it in one long pull.
"God, I needed that! I had nothing left. These rafts don't have a lot in them."
"No," she replies, "do you need food? I've got..." - she delves into the bag again, pulling out a snack box with fresh fruit - "...some of this if you want it."
He wolfs that down too and, between mouthfuls, finds out that the island is almost uninhabited: it's not that large and most of the villagers live on the other coastline. There's no ships due: the menfolk have gone fishing and won't be back for a couple of days but, she tells him, she'll look after him until they return and can take him to the mainland.
She'd enjoy the company she says: it's pretty quiet while they're all away.

Having quenched his thirst and feeling a little more human, our chap turns to his injuries. Nothing too serious but the lady says she's got a remedy that will help and pulls out a lotion from her bag which she starts massaging into his scratches.
"You seem to carry everything you ever need!" exclaims our chap, feeling rather lucky about his current situation!
"Oh yes," she giggles, "I've got it all in here!"
Before long, the cream has been massaged in but she doesn't seem to notice and carries on with her touches....
"Hey," she purrs, "seeing as there's no one around and, well, we're going to be stuck together for a few days, do you fancy playing around?"

"Jesus!" exclaims our man happily, "you even have a set of golf clubs in that bag of yours!"