One day I accidentally overturned my 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?”
“It’s Jack , and I’m OK thanks,” I replied.
“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 and persuasive.
“Well okay,” I finally agreed, and added, “but my wife won’t like it.”
After a restorative brandy, she insisted that I remove my clothes and she would give me a massage. After she’d finished, I thanked my host and made my way to the door.
“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. Where is she, anyway?”
“Under the cart!” I said..
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