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 you ever wear my clothes into town 
again, you're fired!"
 
 
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