He savoured the disappearing view of her naked body as she dressed back into her lingerie and then into her clothes. Instinctively, he nodded to the b...throom to straighten herself out.She returned and she looked as if nothing had happened today. Her expression told him otherwise, a smile of rose cheeked light-heartedness revealed her true emotion - happiness.She kept the money, he knew she needed that, and in exchange, she gave him a plain business card with her phone number. Her request to. .." her hand carressed my cheek and her fingers played around my lips as our kisses became wetter and more passionate. I enjoyed how her hands wandered around on my body. My other experiences were not quite as casual as this. There was something wonderful about how relaxed we were, just enjoying the touch for the pure experimental sensuality of it with nothing else at stake.I straddled her as we kissed and began to grind slowly against her, driving the roundness of my pelvic mound down into her. Ten minutes later, Ellen came out covered in shit and blood, pulling something behind. She skinned it, washed the hide, and then herself. Except for the stallion, who stayed by the fence waiting for her, the other horses moved away from her.“Somebody lost a woyote,” she said.“Don’t you mean a coyote, Ellen,” the foreman asked.“No, sir, this is a woyote. It is a hybrid of a wolf and a coyote. Someone bred this one a few times already. Found a den with a litter of nine, but they weren’t hers.. “I guess that would be the perfect outcome for you,” she said quietly. “I’m out of the way, no ugly divorce and Jane can move right in.”“I don’t think it’s ideal,” I told her. “I don’t love you anymore, but I don’t want to see you dead. I wouldn’t mind if HE ended up dead, but I’m not gonna lose sleep if he doesn’t.”That took her by surprise. It was the first time I’d told her that I didn’t love her. “You don’t?” she asked, looking pale.“No, Barb,” I confirmed. “I don’t love you. I don’t even.