Yellow Jacket
11-26-2007, 05:40 PM
A successful bike shop owner died and left everything to his beautiful wife. She was determined to keep the shop open, but knew very little about wrenching on bikes, so she placed an ad in the newspaper for a motorcycle mechanic.
Two bikers 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 biker, figuring it would be safer to have him around the shop than the drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about motorcycles. For weeks, the two of them worked hard and the shop was doing very well.
Then one day, the bike owner’s widow said 'You have done a really good job, and the shop is doing great. You should ride on into town and “kick up your heels.'
The gay biker readily agreed and rode into town on Saturday afternoon. He returned around closing time, and upon entering the shop, he found the bike shop owner’s widow sitting at her desk 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!'
Two bikers 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 biker, figuring it would be safer to have him around the shop than the drunk.
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about motorcycles. For weeks, the two of them worked hard and the shop was doing very well.
Then one day, the bike owner’s widow said 'You have done a really good job, and the shop is doing great. You should ride on into town and “kick up your heels.'
The gay biker readily agreed and rode into town on Saturday afternoon. He returned around closing time, and upon entering the shop, he found the bike shop owner’s widow sitting at her desk 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!'