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?”
“I’m Phil and I’m OK thanks,” I replied.
“Phil, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while and I’ll help you get the cart up 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 . . . and I was weak.
“Well OK,” I finally agreed, and added, “But my wife won’t like it”.
After a few restorative brandys, and some creative putting lessons, I thanked my hostess.
“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.
