A Rancher's Hired Hand

He turned out to be fantastic worker; he worked long hard hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks the two of them worked very hard, and everything on the ranch was doing really well. Then one day the rancher's wife 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. You've earned it.'

The hired hand agreed readily, and on Saturday night he went to town. One o'clock came and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. She began to be concerned. At two-thirty, in came the hired hand. The rancher's widow was sitting by the fireplace and called him over to her house. 'Unbutton my blouse and take it off', she said. Trembling, he did as she asked. 'Now take off my boots.' He did so, slowly. 'Now take off my socks.' He did. 'Now take off my skirt.' He did. 'Now take off my bra.' Again, with trembling hands, he did as she asked. 'Now,' she said, 'take off my panties. Still trembling, he slowly pulled them down. Then she looked at him and said, 'Don't you ever wear my clothes to town again!'