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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 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.
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 on Saturday night.
At one AM, he hadn't returned. Two o'clock, and still no hired hand. At
three o'clock he finally got in, and found the widow sitting by the fireplace
with a glass of wine, waiting up for him.
She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off,"
she said. Nervously, he did as she asked. "Now take off my boots." He
did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my stockings." He removed
each one gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt." He slowly unzipped it, watching her eyes in the
fire light. "Now take off my bra." With trembling hands he did as he was told
and dropped it to the floor. "Now," she said, "take off my panties."
By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off. Then she looked at
him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
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 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.
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 on Saturday night.
At one AM, he hadn't returned. Two o'clock, and still no hired hand. At
three o'clock he finally got in, and found the widow sitting by the fireplace
with a glass of wine, waiting up for him.
She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off,"
she said. Nervously, he did as she asked. "Now take off my boots." He
did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my stockings." He removed
each one gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt." He slowly unzipped it, watching her eyes in the
fire light. "Now take off my bra." With trembling hands he did as he was told
and dropped it to the floor. "Now," she said, "take off my panties."
By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off. Then she looked at
him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
