Wild Sex Parties

Sam has been in the computer business for 25 years and is
finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres
of land in Vermont as far from humanity as possible. Sam sees
the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of
almost total isolation, he's finishing dinner when someone
knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded
Vermonter standing there.


"Names Enoch... Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge...
Having a party Saturday... thought you'd like to come."


"Great," says Sam, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet
some local folks. Thank you."


As Enoch is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be
some drinkin'."


"Not a problem... after 25 years in the computer business, I can
drink with the best of 'em."


Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna
be some fightin' too."


Damn, Sam thinks... tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people.
I'll be there. Thanks again."


Once again Enoch turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex
at these parties, too."


"Now that's not a problem" says Sam, "Remember I've been alone
for six months! I'll definitely be there ... by the way, what
should I wear?


Enoch stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just
gonna be the two of us."