A successful farmer died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the place running, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a jackaroo. Two fellas 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 working on the farm. For weeks, the two of them worked and the farm was doing very well.
Then one day, the widow said to the hired hand, “You’ve 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 rolled around and no hired hand. Finally he returned around 3am and, upon entering the room, he found the 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 f*cking clothes into town again, you’re fired.”
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