Golf Cart Safety ~OR~ Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

Many years ago during my early married days, 

I accidentally overturned my golf cart one day. 

Elizabeth, a very 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?"
"It's Ed, and I'm okay, thanks," I replied as I pulled 

myself out of the twisted cart.
“Ed,” she said (loose breasts undulating beneath her 

white terry robe), 

"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 now," Elizabeth insisted.
She was so very pretty, very very sexy, and very 

persuasive... I was weak. "Well okay," I finally 

agreed and thought to myself, "but my wife won't like it."
After a few restorative Scotch and waters, I thanked 

Elizabeth. "I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife 

is going to be really upset, so I best go now."
"Don't be silly!" Elizabeth said with a smile, letting 

her robe fall open. "She won't know anything about this. 

By the way, where is she?"
 

"Still under the cart, I guess," I replied.

And keeping with the theme of "Girls in Golf Carts"

 

Thanks Dan!

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