A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very attractive woman and determined to hang on to the ranch but knew little about ranching. So she decided to place an ad for a ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay, the other a drunk.

She thought long about it, and when no one else applied, she decided to hire the gay man figuring it would be better to have him around the house than a drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew alot about ranching. For weeks, the two worked together and the ranch prospered.

One day, the widow said to her hired hand, 'You have been alot of help to me and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and have some fun.' The hired hand readily accepted and went to town one Saturday night.

One o'clock came, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, still no hired hand. Finally he returned at around two-thirty. Upon entering the ranch house, he found the widow standing by the fireplace sipping a glass of wine. She 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.
'Now take off my socks.' He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
'Now remove my skirt.' He slowly unbuttoned it, 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.

She scorned, 'If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.'