A successful farmer died and left everything to his devoted wife.
She was a very good-looking woman, and determined to keep the
farm, but knew very little about farming, so she decided to place an ad in
the newspaper for a farm hand. Two men 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. 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 socks." 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 firelight.
"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."
She was a very good-looking woman, and determined to keep the
farm, but knew very little about farming, so she decided to place an ad in
the newspaper for a farm hand. Two men 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. 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 socks." 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 firelight.
"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."