Long joke!

[Farkinott, RN]

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 an 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. 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 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.

"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."