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Somewhere in Sarasota, Florida...

One day I accidentally overturned my golf cart.

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer who lived in a villa on the golf course
we were living at in Sarasota, heard the noise.

She 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 awhile, 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, and some driving and putting lessons, 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. “She won't know anything. By the
way, where is she?"

"Under the cart," I said.
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