Technically, I have sole title to it, given that I bought for us, in my own name, before we married, or did you forget that? I could legally have you ...tossed out on your ass, but the difference is that I have too much class for that!” I snapped at her, causing some dead air for a moment.“Wow ... I guessed that you might be a little pissed at me for what I did, but I thought that perhaps, with enough time to cool off, you and I might work things out. I’m still your wife, haven’t filed for divorce. "I wouldn't mind joining you either if I am being totally honest." He laughed and I couldn't work out if he was joking or not. Either way my stomach did a tipple over at the prospect of him being serious."I might let you." I said a quarter joking and three quarters serious.Marcus looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"What the hell was I doing? This was my mother's boyfriend and I was contemplating the ultimate betrayal. I obviously wanted nothing more than to be in a shower with. I just ran out of quarters and I really need another 10 minutes drying time."My first reaction was that she was a pan handler trolling the washrooms. But when I turned around I looked down and saw a short dark haired granny-type with big breasts and a knit shawl smiling up at me. I gave her a half smile while I opened my hand holding quarters. Without breaking eye contact she helped herself to a few of them while giving me a wicked hungry smile."I'm in 202. Come on over when you're done and I. I led the horses through the gate and turned onto the small track. I closed the gate bar and climbed up and started the horses moving at a slow walk.The bridles I used for the horses did not have bits. As the horses plodded along they tore up grass. It was a couple of hours before I saw the riders. I turned and reached back to grab one of the large kitchen knives, "get in the back."There were six men on horses and they blocked the way when we reached them. One rode up beside the wagon, "we know.