NotYourPrince's blog post - Trophy Wives and Young Men

Around the turn of the 20th century, there was a man who owned a ranch near the west Texas town of El Paso. He'd made quite the name for himself and everyone in the surrounding area knew him or of him. In his older years, his wife had passed away and he met and married a much younger woman, almost 40 years younger - a "trophy-wife," if you will. Her name was Sadie and she said it wasn't about the money and that she loved the rancher dearly. Their relationship lasted three years, but finally the old man died of heart failure. Naturally, his young wife inherited all his land, livestock, house, everything.



Sadie couldn't keep up with the land by herself, as she knew nothing about how to take care of it. She put a few ads in the El Paso Gazette, looking for a ranch hand. Over the course of a couple of weeks, four or five men had answered the ads, but one of them had caught her fancy. He was a young man; James, he said his name was. Lean, tall, and handsome. He was a rancher's son, and he seemed to know enough about how to to take care of things.

So James was hired. He showed up before sunrise and often left after sundown. Sadie noticed how hard James worked. She noticed the sweat on his brow and in his long black shock of hair, how he'd take off his shirt and tie it around his waist, how he'd lean over to pour gas into the tractor, how his arms and shoulders rippled with muscle as he chopped firewood. Sadie definitely noticed how very handsome he was.



Sadie also noticed that James would do anything she asked of him: run into town to pick up supplies, load up the woodbox on the porch, help with the dishes, take the dog for a walk; anything she asked. One day, she called James into the house, offered him a glass of sweet tea and told him to sit down. He sipped on his tea as they sat in silence for a moment. Finally, Sadie said, "James, I've noticed that you've been working very hard since I hired you. I think you should take a break. I want you to take tomorrow off." She took some money from her pocket and leaned forward to hand it to him. "Take this money. I want you to take a bath, get dressed up and go into town tonight. Head to the bar and have some fun!" At first, James refused. He said there was no way he could leave the ranch, there was just too much work to do. Sadie insisted and after some more back and forth, James finally accepted. Sadie asked only that when he returned to the house, he let her know that he'd gotten home safely.

That night, James headed into town, and Sadie waited up for him. She sat by the fire for several hours, reading and drinking her red wine. Some time around 2:00 in the morning, James stumbled in the front door. In a semi-drunken haze, he slurred his words, "I'm sorry Ma'am, I didn't mean to be out so late."

Sadie looked up and smiled. Pointing to the armchair, she told him, "James, please sit down with me for a moment." When he was seated, she asked him, "Did you have a good time tonight?" James nodded. She stood up and motioned him to do the same, and he did. She said, "James. Would you take off my boots?" So, James took off her boots. She said, "Will you take off my jeans?" So, James took off her jeans and laid them on the couch. She said, "Will you take off my blouse?" So, James took off her blouse and laid it on top of her jeans. Finally, she said, "James, will you take off my bra?" He reluctantly took off her bra and placed it on top of the blouse.

She looked at her clothes, then at James and said, "Now, James, the next time you go into town wearing my clothes, I want you to ask permission first."
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