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08-16-2006, 11:02 AM
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 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.
He returned around 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.
"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."
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 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.
He returned around 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.
"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."