One day I accidentally overturned my golf buggy.
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?"
"I'm okay... thanks," I replied.
"Thank goodness for that. I'm Elizabeth, what's your name?"
"It's Jack. Umm, but, uh..."
"Jack , 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, "but my wife won't like it."
After a restorative brandy and a little conversation, 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, "nothing happened; we just had a drink together. By the way, where is she?"
Under the cart.
:cheer:
:mrgreen: :-D
:cheer: :chop: