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 around two-thirty,
and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting 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 slo wly.
'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 b*r*a.'
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.)
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