A successful farmer died and left everything to his
devoted wife. She was determined to keep the farm,
but knew very little about farming, so she placed an
ad in the newspaper for a farm hand. Two guys
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 hard and the farm was doing
very well.

Then one day, the farmer's widow said, "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 on Saturday
night.

He returned around 2:30 am, 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 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
clothes into town again, you're fired!"