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 2:30 am, 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 dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said: "If i ever catch you wearing my
clothes again, you're fired.
