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 cowboys 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. One o'clock came, however,
and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand.
Finally he returned at round two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he
found the rancher's widow standing by the fireplace with a glass of wine,
waiting for him.
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 as she asked, ever so slowly.. "Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt."
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the
fire light.
"Now take off my bra.." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he
was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes
into town again, you're fired."
(P.S. - I didn't see it coming, either)
