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Greg Cook
I know we have a number of golfers in our class (and a few golf widows or widowers. My wife has recently started playing so I guess I'll have to be more careful when I drive the cart.
One day I overturned my golf 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, and what's your name?"
"It's John, and I'm okay thanks," I replied.
"John, 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, and added, "but my wife won't like it."
After a few restorative Scotches and waters, I thanked Elizabeth: "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!" Elizabeth said with a smile: "She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Probably still under the cart," I replied.
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