Better than Pancho Villa’s Saddle

“Some other cat didn’t get your tongue, did she?”

“There’s no other pussy in my life, sweetheart.” I’m sure my already-ruddy face was pure red at this point. Lily always held a strange power over me, and she most certainly did after only a month of marriage.

All during breakfast, I’d been strangely quiet, according to my wife. Little did she know, I had a secret I’d held onto until I could verify the origin of my treasure.

She, too, had been coy. Her curly blonde hair, which always made me think her regal, seemed like a crown on this particular day. It made her playful aloofness all the more alluring.

We’d missed each other last night, as I was gathering the remainder of my possessions left at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas. The items had been shipped from Mexico following the loose ends that got tied after the conclusion of the Mexican Revolution.

Lily rubbed her bare foot on my crotch. “There better not be. We don’t keep secrets from each other, do we?”

While I edged away from the touch of her foot, I traveled in my imagination up to where her thick thighs held another kind of treasure. “I don’t know. Do we?”

“Let’s just say I’ve got something that might bring in the customers from far and wide so they might have a peek.”

I brushed her foot away and stood up. “You haven’t gone back to that old vice, have you?” This Irishman had a quick temper, especially when it came to my Lily.

The freckles on the bridge of her nose seemed to jump as she scrunched up her features. “Not sorry you married a whore, are you? I’ll bet you’re the one who’s gone back to an old vice.”

I scratched my neck as I stared at the ground.

“Can’t look me in the eye now, Wade Timothy Allen?”

“You’re my everything, sweet queen of my nights.”

“Yeah? Well, who’s queen of your days?”

“You’re queen, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, sweetheart.”

“We