The Widow

A successful Colorado 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 men 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 house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours everyday 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 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 the following
Saturday night. One o'clock came, and he didn't return. Two o'clock,
and still no hired hand. He finally returned around two-thirty, and
upon entering the house, 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 stockings."

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 firelight.

"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."