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