A successful rancher died and left everything to his
devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman
and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very
little about ranching, so she decided to place an
ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the
other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it,
and when no one else applied, she decided to hire
the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him
around the house than the drunk. He proved to be
a hard worker who put in long hours every day and
knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of
them worked very hard, and the ranch was doing
very well.
Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired
hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch
looks great. You should go into town and kick up your
heels."
The hired hand readily agreed and went into town on
Saturday night. However, one o'clock came and he
didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. He
returned around two-thirty and found the rancher's
widow sitting by the fireplace.
She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my
blouse and take it off," she said. Trembling, he did
as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did so,
slowly.
"Now take off my socks." He did.
"Now take off my skirt." He did. "Now take off my bra."
Again with trembling hands he did as he was told.
Now," she said, "take off my panties." He slowly
pulled them down and off.
Then she looked at him and said, "If you EVER wear
my clothes to town again, I'll fire you on the spot."
