Two men applied to be a rancher for a recent widow. One was gay and the other a drunk. The widow thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied, she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would 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'* widow said to the hiredhand, "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 upon entering the room, he found the rancher'* 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, I'll fire you on the spot."

Got me with that one. Did not see that coming...

Now get out of my lounge! You're stealing my thunder!

Heheh!!! Just cleaning house!! LOL....