- Joined
- Aug 2, 2007
- Location
- Port St lucie Florida
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. Finally 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 boot's. '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.'
> >
> > (P.S. I didn't see it coming, either.)
> >
>
> > 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. Finally 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 boot's. '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.'
> >
> > (P.S. I didn't see it coming, either.)
> >
>
