A successful rancher 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 ranching. So, she decided to place an ad in thenewspaper for a ranch hand. Two men applied for the job. One was gay andthe other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and she decided to hire the gay guy. 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's widow said to the hired hand, "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 on Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two a.m., and still no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room he found the rancher'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 whispered. 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 neatlyby 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, you're fired."