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 Phil and I’m okay 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 . . . I was weak.
“Well okay,” 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 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?”
“Still under the cart…………!!!”