A successful rancher died and left everything to his
devoted wife. She was determined to keep the ranch,
but knew very little about ranching, so she placed 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 hard and the ranch was doing very well.
Then one day, the rancher's widow said "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.
He returned around 2:30am, 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 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 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!"