Somewhere during my second cup of coffee I realized how much I enjoyed sitting and watching you peacefully sleep as I recollected the previous night. ...nexpectedly the flying pillow hit me as you exclaimed that I should take a walk and let a lady shower. Grinning, I headed for the restaurant. You came into the restaurant wearing a loose, flowing white sun dress that left little to the imagination. I tried not to but wound up staring at you, probably with a big dumb grin on my face. Breakfast was. “Sweetheart, your husband was a queer long before he met you and long after the two of you were married. I haven’t been with a woman since my wife died, and you have to admit, your husband does make a pretty sexy woman with the little bit of stuff he had to work with,” Benny chimed back with a little smile on his face. “I can’t believe my ears. I’ve got a husband dressed up like a streetwalker and his brother getting all sweet over how sexy he looks. What the fuck is going on in this world? . “Yeh, I knew you’d need some help” I replied, stepping closer behind her, the rack was nearly above her head so she was right in my way. I put my hand on her bum as I reached above her, I still don’t know why I did it, it was just to steady myself, I think. “Hey, what are you doing with your hand there, mister?” Jen called, still not moving though, I blushed, knowing this could be uncomfortable, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose or anything” “Yeah right, I saw you eyeing me up. Not that I. I had worked for a stage line for the better part of a year, but I had never taken a long trip in one. Man, was I in for a surprise!In blissful ignorance, I bought a ticket from El Paso to the end of this line. There I would be able to connect with another stage company to continue my journey. No women were riding with us, so I was assured of a pleasant ride. With no women, we could smoke cigars and chew tobacco, cuss and fart to our heart's content. We might even play some poker if we were so.