[FONT="]While driving home in my golf cart, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a shiny new convertible pulled up with a very beautiful woman who asked, "Are you okay?[/FONT]
[FONT="]As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut blouse with a cleavage to die for.[/FONT]
[FONT="]"I'm okay I think." I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look.[/FONT]
[FONT="]She said, "Get in and I'll take you home, so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head."[/FONT]
[FONT="]"That's nice of you," I answered, "But I don't think my wife will like me doing that!"[/FONT]
[FONT="]"Oh, come now, I'm a nurse," she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."[/FONT]
[FONT="]Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."[/FONT]
[FONT="]We arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of cold beers 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."[/FONT]
[FONT="]Don't be silly!" she said with a smile. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"[/FONT]
[FONT="]"My guess is that she's still in the ditch."[/FONT]