“Job interview?  Hardly.  For your job there’d be more guns and clothes and a lot less kissing,” Irene said.  “At least, that’s how I’d do it.  Maybe you aren’t such a hot-shot,” she said, teasing.  “If you think sex has something to do with being a bounty hunter.”  Irene grimaced at him.<br/><br/>She watched him kiss her hand, still on his, following the movement upward to meet his eyes.<br/><br/>“Danger is everywhere, Sam.  You can’t hide from it forever or you just stop living.”<br/><br/>She met his kiss as he sat up, leaned into his caressing hand and sighed.  She pushed him back and got to her feet.  “I’ll get dressed and take the tray down.  I’ll check the bar, get it restocked for today and then I’ll ask about food and water.”  She grinned.  “How’s that for prison fare?”<br/><br/>Irene hurried to the bath room and used a small amount of water from the pitcher to clean herself.  She ran back to the room to pull on drawers and a camisole, shimmying into a corset that was mostly laced.  She laced it the rest of the way and pulled the laces tight, adjusting the girls so they weren’t flattened downward.  Next came her stockings, and she used the foot of the bed to brace upon as she rolled the net stockings up her shapely legs.  The stockings had ribbon ties around the top and she tied them into neat bows.<br/><br/>Irene looked into her wardrobe and chose the deep blue walking skirt and a very demure white blouse with a high collar.  Dressed, she smiled at Sam.  “I’m anticipating that Guinevara will release me today and you’ll want to see the town.”<br/><br/>She slid her feet into her heeled ankle boots and dropped the skirt down once more.  She frowned and realized she’d failed to put on the petticoat.  But, the fabric was thick enough that she didn’t really need it...  Irene glanced at Sam and decided she didn’t need the petticoat.<br/><br/>She ran back to the bathroom, picked up the cloth-covered chamber pot and took it to the hall where it would be disposed of by staff.  She then spun back to grab the tray.  “I’ll be back shortly...quick as I can find your clothes,” she said.<br/><br/>Irene met Sam’s blue-blue eyes and walked back to him, bending over to kiss him.<br/><br/>“I was right about you; you’re a dangerous man,” she said.  She turned towards the door, walking with a happy bounce to her step, her natural gait that didn’t contain the hip-sway her working walk did.  At the door she spun to close it and smiled at Sam.  “I’ll be right back, Sam.”<br/>