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 farm hands 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, thinking 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 very hard 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 farm 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 farm hand.
Finally he returned around two-thirty and upon entering the front 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."