He was half asleep and half smiling when she almost climbed into his skin.  He liked how she snuggled in really tight against him and then seemed to get even closer.  It was exactly what he’d always wanted but had never found, until he wandered into a bar and brothel in a small Texas town.  He stopped his mind from wandering and focused on Irene’s body resting on him and her voice talking to him.<br/><br/>His smile broadened as she threatened him.  She sounded so tough with her loud yawn and little giggle punctuating her threat.  He stoked part of her.  It was hard to tell in his nearly unconscious state what part of her it was. Sam wasn’t much of a drinking man but he felt a little like he’d tied one on,  but he knew he hadn’t.  He sighed when he put it together that is her perfect ass cheek in his hand that he was kneading.<br/><br/>“I love your ass Missus Markham.”  Then he remembered that he’d annoyed her, but he was a little perplexed about why.  Then he remembered.  “Uh huh . . . I understand . . . you’re annoyed that I’m thankful to have you in my life . . . loving me so well . . . I’ve learned my lesson dear.  I’ll never speak of it again . . . now?  Can we go to sleep?’<br/><br/>Sam nuzzled her neck, and then was quiet for a bit as he tried very hard to cipher out what the last thing was that she’d said.<br/><br/>“What baby?  You had a dream?  Oh baby. I’m a little confused . . . and so damn tired . . . ”<br/><br/>His yawn was big and loud and then he was gone . . . fast asleep.