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 a round 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
dropped it to the floor.
Then she
looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again,
you're fired."
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