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, 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 one 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,
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"If you ever
wear my clothes to town again, I'll fire you on the spot."