A successful rancher died and left everything
to his 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 very
effeminate and obviously gay.
The other was 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. The two of them worked
well together and the ranch
was doing very well, so 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 enjoy yourself"

The hired hand readily agreed and went into
town on Saturday night.
However, one o'clock came and he didn't
return. Two o'clock and no hired
hand. He eventually returned around two-thirty
and found the rancher's
widow sitting by the fireplace. 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 so,
slowly. "Now, take off my
stockings" He did. "Now take off my skirt" He
did too. "Now take off my
bra" Again, with trembling hands he did as he
was told. "Now" she said,
"take off my panties". He slowly pulled them
down and off.

Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever
wear my clothes to town