Irene listened as Sam spoke, confused about what position Sam thought she'd been in when Tim was killed...how that happened to relate to marriage...  She gave her head a little shake, figuring he just meant money and jumped as he reached for her breasts.<br/><br/>"Good grief, man.  Can you not contain yourself for five minuets?"  She smacked his hands and opened the doors to reveal the ladies of the kitchen with the bathwater.  This being a whore house, he must have known they were women with the buckets.  He was awfully proud of himself to saunter off to tug up his trousers as the women filed in.  Most were intent on their duty to fill the tub with hot water.<br/><br/>Irene smiled serenely from her post by the door.  She shook her head with an amused quirk of the eyebrow at Sam as he settled at the table.<br/><br/>She thanked the women, tipped them and shut the door after them.<br/><br/>Irene then turned and went to the bathroom.  She pumped some cool water into the tub and then sank into the hot water.  She lathered soap onto a cloth and washed herself quickly before simply relaxing in the warmth.  She sighed a heart-felt sigh and pondered her marriage.  Had she jumped in too soon?  Sam was already setting the rules.  If she didn't take the reins once in a while she'd be back in the same situation she had been.  Irene gnawed the back of her first knuckle as she thought about that.  Well, she'd just have to see to it that he didn't get comfortable setting the rules, the limits.<br/><br/>And, she smiled a wicked smile.