While golfing, I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
A very attractive female 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 as I pulled myself out of the twisted cart.
“Why don’t you come up to my villa, rest for a while, and I’ll help you get the cart up later.”
I noticed her silky bathrobe was partially open, revealing what appeared to be a very nice figure.
“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered, “but I don’t think my wife would like it.”
“Oh, come on now”, she insisted. She was so pretty and very, very persuasive. I was weak …
“Well, okay,” I finally agreed, “However, I’m sure my wife won’t like it.”
After a couple of Scotch, I thanked her and said:
“I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset. So I’d better go now.”
“Don’t be silly!” she said with a smile, letting her fall slightly more open.
“Stay for a while, she won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”
“Still under the cart, I suppose.”
