Irene listened to more than the words, she listened to Sam’s tone, read his face.  He seemed as shocked by what she’d asked as she had been by what he’d admitted.<br/><br/>She began to breathe again, a little raggedly.  Blinking to keep the tears at bay, Irene moved to Sam, stepped up to him between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck and head, cradling him to her shoulder.<br/><br/>“Sam...I want you, too.  I’m used to wanting things.  I’m just not used to someone wanting me, the way you say.  After a while, you just sort of change your perspective, you know?  You change your thinking so that you don’t want because it isn’t your right to have wants.”  She held his face, moving to look at him, silent tears running down her cheeks.  “I’m sorry I accused you...It’s just...Oh, Sam, you made me feel hopeful, alive.  And, I was afraid it was just part of some plan to find out if I’d killed Tim.  I believe you, Sam.  I always did, I just needed to hear it, all out there in plain English.”  She kissed his forehead, shifting to sit on his lap.  “I’ll have you as long as you want me, Sam.  And, your help would be so welcome.  I’ve been so alone...”  Irene kissed Sam’s neck, snuggling into him, seeking the comfort of his touch as her emotions were just as naked as she was.<br/><br/>“You have to be frank with me, Sam.  In this world, you never believe anything kind said to you because you know it’s the bottle talking or they’re thinking with their nether head.  The girls tell me men tell them they love them and are going to leave their wives to be with them, take them away from this world---and, it’s all just words; meaningless words.”  She laughed softly.  “I kind of ruined the moment, didn’t I?” she said.  And, then she was afraid he’d think she was manipulating him (his mind as well as his cock) if she did begin to touch him, so she just snuggled against him, her feet still braced on the floor.<br/><br/>“I do love the way we fit together,” she murmured, rubbing his arm.<br/>