Sliding into bed, discussing “settling down” with anyone was not something Irene had ever expected to do.  She’d firmly convinced herself that her new life was her new life and she’d slowly, grudgingly accepted it.  Moving into Sam’s opened arms, however, seemed something she might accept on a daily basis far more easily.<br/><br/>“You want, Mr. Markham, to fuck me.  It’s all in those baby blue eyes of yours,” she said, grinning as she rolled close to him and petted his face.  “Montana, you say.  You now it’s cold there...very cold.  We’d have to snuggle up to stay warm all through winter and half of spring and fall,” she said, shifting to give his lips a light kiss.  “Peeing in an outhouse in subzero weather... At least it wouldn’t smell so bad, right?” she shook her head.  “I’m sorry.  Forgive me for being so...blunt.”<br/><br/>Irene moved to lie along Sam’s side, her arm across his chest, her hand next to his neck.  She sighed as she seemed to fit there perfectly, the little hollow between his shoulder and chest cradling her head.  Irene felt ---happy.  It was such an unusual emotion for her to associate with herself that she hugged the moment to her and gave Sam a hug.<br/><br/>“You said something about midnight love-making, Sam,” she said around a yawn.  “But, it’s way past midnight.  I can tell by the stars.”<br/>