hty 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 hot and persuasive and I was weak.“Well OK,” I finally agreed, and added, “But my wife won’t like it”. After a few restorative brandys, and some creative 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 anythingBy the way, where is she?”“Under the cart” I said.
