<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>The Afternnon of Day Three...</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>He pushed his hat back some on his head and shook his head as he walked past her into the room, and handed the shoes to her.</strong><br/><br/>“Damnation woman . . . what were you thinking?  You could have fallen out there” he nodded back toward the veranda.  He looked at the window and saw how the bed looked strangely disheveled under it.  “ Are you all right?  It sounded like you fell in here.”<br/><br/>He wrapped her up in his arms as he kicked the door shut with his foot.  Sam kissed her long and hard.  With a look of relief he broke the kiss and whispered.<br/><br/>“Irene . . . darlin’ . . . now that I’ve gotcha . . . I know I couldn’t stand losing you.  Next time let me work on the door or we’ll walk around . . . promise me? Please?  I’m pretty good at getting in places folks don’t want me in.”<br/><br/>Sam glanced about and spotted the whisky on the side board.  He took her by the hand and walked over to it.  He poured a finger’s worth into a glass and offered it to her.<br/><br/>“You want some Irene?  I think I’ll partake as my nerves are a bit sketchy right now.”<br/><br/>Sam poured himself a like amount in the other glass and swallowed it quickly, and shook his head and body as the alcohol burned going down his gullet and then the heat spread out through his body.  He smiled and sighed.  It was just what the doctor would have ordered.  He put the glass down and began undressing her, one button and bow at a time.<br/><br/>“I want you something fierce Irene . . . especially after the day we’ve had.  I want to lose all of it making love to you . . . I’m thinking of a real slow fuck first then we’ll see . . . but sometime then we’ll need a bath.  God damn you sure are lovely to look at Irene.”<br/><br/>Sam stepped back to look at her as he continued to uncover her lovely body.