One day I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course, heard the noise and called out: “Are you okay, what’s your name?”
“Its Jack and I’m Okay thanks,” I replied.
“Jack, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while and I’ll help you get the cart up righted later.”
“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered, but I don’t think my wife would like it.”
“Oh, come on,” Elizabeth insisted.
She was very pretty, very sexy and persuasive…I was weak. “Well okay,” I finally agreed, and added, “but my wife won’t like it.”
After a restorative brandy, and some creative putting lessons, I thanked my host. “I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife Is going to be really upset.”
“Don’t be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile: “She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”
“Under the cart!” I said.
