Chapter 560

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Tom had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quit his job and bought 50 acres of land in the Scottish highlands 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 six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door.

He opens it and there is a huge, bearded man standing there.

“Hi, my name’s Harry, your neighbour from forty miles up the road ... Having Christmas party Friday night ... Thought you might like to come. About 7 o’clock...”

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

As Harry is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you ... There’s gonna be some drinkin’”.

“Not a problem,” says Tom. “After 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of em.”

Again, as he starts to leave, Harry stops. “More ‘n’ likely gonna be some fightin’ too.”

Tom says, “Well, I get along with people, I’ll be alright. I’ll be there. Thanks again.”

Once again Harry turns from the door. “More’n likely 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?”

Harry stops in the door again and says, “Whatever you want. Just gonna be the two of us.”