A golfer accidentally overturned his cart.
Hearing the crash, a woman who lived on the golf course came out of her house yelled over to him.

"Hey, are you okay?"
"A few cuts and bruises," he said, "but nothing seems broken."

"Come up to the house and let's get some bandages," she said.

"No," he said. "My wife wouldn't like that."

"You're hurt!" she insisted. "Come in!"

She got some antiseptic and bandages and cleaned him up, but he was in obvious pain.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked.

"I'd love one," he said, "but my wife would be
very unhappy."

"Nonsense!" she said, pouring a drink. "You're in obvious pain, and you need something."

As she tended to him he became aroused and she noticed. She began taking off her clothes.

"Wait!" he said. "My wife will be furious!"

"Don't be silly," she said. "You've had a trauma and this will be better than anesthesia."

Afterwards, he began to dress quickly.
"Where are you running off to?" she asked.

"My wife is going to kill me!" he said.

"She'll never know anything happened," said the woman. "Where is she, anyway?"

"Under the golf cart," he said.