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 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 Now take off my thong and he 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. - Yeah, I didn't see it coming,
either.....)
