The Ranch Hand
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SYNOPSIS: A hired hand finds himself facing a unique set of circumstances
when he returns home after letting off some pent-up steam on his night off.
Since we are entering the 'Season' of interminable re-runs I offer, for
your brief perusal, a story told dozens of times over the years in many
different forms. This is my adaptation (exclusively for FM readers) of a
short but delightfully amusing tale. Enjoy!
Yours in Silk, Satin, and Lace,
Simonne Danielle
simonnedanielle1204@hotmail.com
The Ranch Hand
By: Author Unknown
A successful rancher died and left everything to his very young, very sexy,
and very devoted wife. She was determined to keep the ranch going, but knew
very little about ranching. Out of necessity and desperation she placed an
ad in the local newspaper for a ranch hand.
Two cowboys 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 ranching. For weeks the two of them worked hard, day and night,
and the ranch thrived better than it had before her husband passed on.
After a particularly long and hard day's work, the rancher's widow said,
"You've done a really good job and the ranch 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
rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for
him.
She quietly called him over to her. He stood unsteadily before her, looking
just a tad disheveled from his night of square dancing and revelry.
Presenting a most commanding figure, she rose to face him. "Unbutton my
blouse and take it off," she said with the slightest slur in her voice. Her
tone left no room for discussion. Trembling, he did as she directed.
"Careful! Don't snag the lace ruffles!" she sternly cautioned.
"Now take off my boots."
He did as she asked, ever so slowly, gazing longingly at the five-inch
stiletto heels. He came oh-so close to actually kissing her boots before
setting them gently next to her feet.
"Now take off my skirt, my petticoats, my slip, and my petti-panties." Once
again, as if in a trance, he did her bidding, constantly watching her eyes
in the fire light.
"Now unclasp my garters and take off my nylon stockings." He gently removed
each and draped them neatly over her boots.
"Now loosen the laces on my corset and take it off...my bra too." Again, with
trembling hands, he did as he was told and laid her bra and her heavily
boned, lace-trimmed satin corset atop the frothy mound he had managed to
create out of all her other feminine delights.
She looked at him with fire in her eyes and said, "If you ever wear my
clothes into town again, you're fired!"
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