Laugh Like a Dog: Fiction

Thinking of Sally made him horny and want to go back soon. If his wife wished to stay, she could, BUT without him. He had had enough of this country bloody life. His butt was paining ever since he got here – those saddles were solid hard pain-in-the-arse leather, man! And his mother-in-law was a deeper pain in the exact same spot.
He left at dawn, quietly packing his few belongings in a hand-grip. His wife lay huddled under the bedclothes – she wouldn't bother saying ‘goodbye’ – she was pissed off. He dropped his bag and mumbled an apology. She stirred lightly. He smiled wickedly, waited a few minutes and dropped the bag from a greater height. That should do it!
“Sorry, darling. I hope I didn't wake you.”
“Just fuck off!”
“Yes, yes…err, okay, yes, dear.”
He, he, ha, ha! He could just picture her complaining to her mother of his doltish behavior at that surreal hour.