Inheriting a ranch, the young widow determined to keep it, but knew very little about ranching. She placed an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. After much thought, 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. He worked long hours, knew ranching, and the ranch became profitable. The widow said, "You have done a good job, and the ranch looks great. You take the night off, go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand happily went into town Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. Finally at three o'clock he came home 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 said. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "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." To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
