A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.
She was an extremely good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, however knew very little about ranching,
so she decided to place an advert in the newspaper for a ranch hand.....
Two cowboys applied for the job.......one was gay and the other was 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 perhaps the drunk...
The gay cowboy proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day, seven days a week, and knew a lot about ranching..
For weeks the two of them worked hard, and the ranch was doing 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..I am soooo pleased....
You should go into Town and kick up your heels"...
The hired hand readily agreed and went into Town the following Saturday night.
One o'clock came, however he didn't return.
Two o'clock and no hired hand.....
Finally he returned at two-thirty and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with glass of red wine in her hand...waiting...
She quietly gasped and called him over to her...her heart pounding in confusion.....
"Unbutton my frilly blouse and take it off"...she said with quivering voice...
Trembling....he did as she directed....."Now take off my boots."...
He did as she directed ever so slowly...."Now take off my socks."
He removed each gently.. without moving his amazed gaze....and he placed each sock neatly by her boots.
"Now take off my skirt"....he ever so slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the flickering 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:....."aaaand if you ever wear my clothes into Town again......YOU"RE FIRED!".........
Hoo Roo
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