Post by Ratty on Jan 19, 2018 13:27:48 GMT
While golfing, I took a quick turn to avoid hitting a pot-hole, and accidentally overturned my golf cart near the base of a tree on the fringe of the cart path, and severely banged my head.
A very beautiful, attractive, golfer, who lived on the edge of the golf course, heard the noise, and ran out of her villa and shouted, "Are you okay?"
As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing only a silky see through bath robe which was partially open, revealing what appeared to be a very nice figure.
"I'm okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself out from under the twisted cart.
She said, " Follow me to my villa so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head, then you can rest a while, and I'll help you upright the cart later."
"That's nice of you," I answered, “but I don't think my wife will like me doing that!”
"Oh, come now, I am a nurse" she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."
Well, she was really pretty, and very persuasive and being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."
We walked to her place just 100 yards away, and after a couple of Scotch and waters and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better, 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 robe fall even more open. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything, and by the way, where is she?"
I replied, "Still under the cart, I guess."
A very beautiful, attractive, golfer, who lived on the edge of the golf course, heard the noise, and ran out of her villa and shouted, "Are you okay?"
As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing only a silky see through bath robe which was partially open, revealing what appeared to be a very nice figure.
"I'm okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself out from under the twisted cart.
She said, " Follow me to my villa so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head, then you can rest a while, and I'll help you upright the cart later."
"That's nice of you," I answered, “but I don't think my wife will like me doing that!”
"Oh, come now, I am a nurse" she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."
Well, she was really pretty, and very persuasive and being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."
We walked to her place just 100 yards away, and after a couple of Scotch and waters and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better, 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 robe fall even more open. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything, and by the way, where is she?"
I replied, "Still under the cart, I guess."