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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
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 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 on
Saturday night.
1 a.m. early Sunday morning came and he hadn't returned. 2 a.m. came
and still no hired hand. He finally returned around 2.30 a.m. 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 socks." He did.
"Now take off my shirt." He did.
"Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was
told.
"Now, take off my panties." He slowly pulled them off and let them
fall
to the floor.
Then she finally said, "Don't you ever, EVER, wear my clothes into town
again".
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