The fine, young, beautiful widow of a rancher.

There was once a ranch, owned by a rich, old man and his young wife. The man did not work on the ranch himself, but rather hired a strapping young lad by the name of Luke. Luke worked hard on the farm, and was a honest fellow.
One day, the old rancher died, and Luke asked the fine, young, beautiful widow if he could have the night off, go to town, and have a few drinks with his friends.
"Why of course," replied the fine, young, beautiful widow, "just Luke, when you get back, why don't you just check in on me. I'll leave the front door unlocked."
Luke agreed to check in, and spent the rest of the night out. He got back very late, but, true to his word, crept up the front porch of the farmhouse to see that everything was alright. When he got inside, he could see that there was a light on in the fine, young, beautiful widow's room.
"Luke," said the fine, young, beautiful widow, "why don't you come up here and help me for a second. I need you to take off my fine, expensive dress."
Luke was nervous, but he agreed.
"Now Luke, I need you to take off my exquisite, silk undershirt."
Luke took off the fine, young, beautiful widow's undershirt.
"Finally, I need to to take off my delicate, white, linen bra and panties."
Luke removed the fine, young, beautiful widow's bra and panties.
"And," said the fine, young, beautiful widow, "if you ever, EVER, go to down wearing my clothes again, so help me I will fire you on the spot!"