One day, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, an attractive and keen golfer who lived in a villa on the course, heard the noise and called out: "Are you okay? What's your name?" "It's John, and I'm okay thanks." I replied.
"John, forget your troubles. Come in to my villa, rest a while and I'll help you get your 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, sexy and persuasive. "Well okay," I finally agreed and added, "but my wife won't like it very much."
After a couple restorative Johnny Walker Black and waters, I thanked Elizabeth: "I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be
really upset. So I best go now."
"Don't be silly!" Elizabeth said with a smile. "She won't know anything. Where is she anyway?"
"Probably still under the cart." I said.
