One day I accidentally overturned my cart. Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer who lived in a villa on the golf course we were living at outside Houston, heard the noise and called out, you okay? What's your name?" " Joe, and Im OK, thanks," I replied. "Joe, 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 and persuasive. "Well, okay," I finally agreed, and added, "but my wife won't like it." After a restorative brandy, and some driving and 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!â€ Elizabeth said with a smile. â€œShe won't know anything. By the way, where is she?" "Under the cart," I said.