A successful rancher died and left everything to his young and beautiful widow.
She was 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 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 man, figuring it would be safer to have him around the ranch than the drunk.
The hired hand 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 side-by-side, and the ranch was doing very well.
Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired hand, ‘You’ve 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…
The widow watched him leave the ranch – then decided to wait up for his return.
One o’clock came, then two o’clock – and no hired hand.
Finally, he returned around two-thirty in the morning. Upon entering the bunkhouse, he found the rancher’s widow sitting on his bed looking at him intently as she poured the final glass with a bottle of wine.
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 the intensity in her eyes.
‘Now, take off my bra.’
Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked him in the eyes and said, ‘If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired.’