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 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 one Saturday night.

However, one o'clock came and he didn't return.   
Two o'clock and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty
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 skirt." He did.
"Now take off my bra." Again with trembling hands he
did as he was told.

"Now," she said, "take off my panties." He slowly
pulled them down and off.

Then she looked at him and said, "Don't you ever wear
my clothes to town again!"

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