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One day I accidentally 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, what's your
name?"

"Its Phil and I'm Okay thanks," I replied.

"Phil, 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, 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 snifters of brandy, and some creative putting lessons,
I thanked my host: "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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