Ranch
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.
<br>
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.
<br>
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.
<br> 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."
<br> 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.
<br> "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
<br> Trembling, he did as she directed.
<br> "Now take off my boots."
<br> He did so, slowly.
<br> "Now take off my socks."
<br> He did.
<br> "Now take off my skirt."
<br> He did.
<br> "Now take off my bra."
<br> Again with trembling hands he did as he was told.
<br> Now," she said, "take off my panties."
<br> He slowly pulled them down and off.
<br> Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes to town again, I'll fire you on the spot."
