MarvB
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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 everyday 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. 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 stockings."
>
>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."
>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 everyday 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. 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 stockings."
>
>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."
