February 23 2008
Well gang, there’s interesting news this week.
It turns out that one of our members, a rancher that owned quite a few acres of cattle country and the cattle to go along with it, passed away.
His wife, a pretty little thing, was put in the position of either selling everything off, or hiring someone to keep the business rolling.
Being a Texas girl, she put an ad in a local paper, and being in a hurry, was a little disappointed when only two men that were qualified answered the ad.
Well, one showed up drunk and the other one didn’t.
She hired, in desperation, the one that was sober.
She let him know that he was on a ninety-day probation period and the man agreed to the contract.
After two months of the guy taking care of business, better than her departed might have done, and working dawn ‘til dusk with what might be called heroic effort and focus, she gave him his pay and suggested that he go into town and have a much deserved good time.
And that he did.
The pretty little thing expected him to be back at the ranch before midnight since the bars all closed at ten PM.
But ten PM passed as did also eleven PM, And it was about two-thirty in the morning when he finally staggered into the ranch house where he had his own room.
The Mrs. was waiting for him in front of the fireplace, reading a book.
She stood up and said, "I want you to undo the buttons of my blouse."
He hesitated, but sheepishly did so.
"Now I want you to take it off." she said.
He did so.
"I want you to loosen my belt and take my skirt off," she said.
With trembling hands, followed her orders.
"Now I want you to remove my bra and panties," she said.
He did so.
Still trembling, he awaited further orders.
She looked him firmly in the eye and said. "The next time you go into town wearing my clothing, you’re fired."
The cattle business sure ain't what it used to be.

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary