GRAMPS SS
03-01-2009, 06:29 PM
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 in the morning came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no
hired hand.
Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon en tering 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. Then she looked at him and said, 'If
you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.'
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 in the morning came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no
hired hand.
Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon en tering 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. Then she looked at him and said, 'If
you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.'