Lost Control

 

While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost

control and 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 convertible 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 really 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 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, I guess."