"I'm not a gypsy fortune teller, Sam.  I don't read minds.  I got a license there once upon a time," she said.  The look had been not much more than a "Oh hell, here we go..." girding of her loins.  But, if SAm had inclinations along a matrimonial side, she wasn't going to dissuade him.  She looked at the building, smiling to herself.  What the hell had he done?  A few orgasms and she was ready to give  up her life to merge with him?<br/><br/>Sighing, she gave herself a little shake and made the two steps up to the raised walk.  "Want me to wait out here, Sam?" she asked.  "He comes to the Saloon...might have a looser tongue without me present."