I accidently turned my golf cart over while playing. Hearing the ruckus, an extremely gorgeous female golfer who resided in a villa on the course yelled:

“Are you alright?” I said, “I’m okay, thanks,” as I extricated myself from the twisted cart.”Come up to my villa, take a nap for a while, and I’ll help you get the cart up later,” I said.

Her silky bathrobe was slightly open, showing off what I thought was a really attractive physique. I said, “That’s really nice of you, but I don’t think my wife would appreciate it.” She urged, “Oh, come on now.”

She was gorgeous and quite convincing. I was feeble. I finally said, “Well, okay,” adding, “However, I’m sure my wife won’t like it.” I thanked her and said: “I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be terribly unhappy after a couple of Scotches. I should go at this time.

“Don’t act foolishly!” She smiled and said while letting her body fall more openly. She won’t know anything, so stay for a bit. And where is she, by the way? “I suppose it’s still under the cart.”