A successful farmer 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 farming, so she decided to place an ad in the

newspaper for a farm hand.

Two farm hands 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 farming. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the farm

was doing very well.

Then one day, the farmer's widow said to the hired hand, 'You have done

a really good job, and the farm 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. Finally he returned around two-thirty,

and upon entering the room, he found the farmer'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.

Then she looked at him and said, 'If you ever wear my clothes into town

again, you're fired.'