“Yep darlin’ . . . danger is everywhere . . . so no sense going out looking for it.  I want you around for quite a long time if you don’t mind.  Oh and you missed the fine print at the bottom of the contract . . . sex is part of the job . . . daily . . . but only with licensed partners and not in the field . . . well not cornfields anyways.”<br/><br/>Sam was enjoying their banter, even if some of it was serious.  Irene had a way with him that was natural, honest, good natured and loving.  It’d been awhile since he’d known any of those things.  He laughed as she reminded him that he was basically stuck in the room until she returned.<br/><br/>“You know I’ve been in none better Miss Irene . . . this is one first rate detention facility.”<br/><br/>He grinned as he watched her.  He peeked around the corner and watched her ‘freshen’ up.  He’d forgotten how wonderful it was to watch a woman freshen up.  He grinned sheepishly.  He’d given Irene plenty of need to freshen up too.<br/><br/>Sam propped himself up against the headboard with the pillows and watched Irene dress.  He sighed as Irene worked her body into the corset and smiled broadly as she played with her tits to fit into her corset properly.  He smiled as he remembered cupping them in his hands as he had her over against the wall.  They were simply beautiful and felt so good in his hands.<br/><br/>‘Heck everything about her feels so good.’ Sam thought as he watched her put on her stockings.<br/><br/>“You know Irene, that’s quite a show you’re putting on for me.  It’s enough to get your feathers ruffled ordinarily . . . but I’m dependent upon you for my grub, my clothes, and my freedom . . . so I’ll bide my time. But you better know that I’m sincerely going to savor every bit of clothing you’ll have put on this mornin’ . . . as it comes off your luscious body darlin’ girl.”<br/><br/>There was evidence of tenting as he shifted in the bed. Sam was getting rather in need of her . . . and it was taking quite a lot of fortitude to just sit there in the bed and watch and not touch . . . kiss . . . caress . . . lick . . . poke . . . or fondle her.<br/><br/>“Yeah I do need to see the town . . . but I’m in no rush for that.  There are some bountyhuntering things that are more important.  Like . . . ohhhh . . . let’s say . . . making love to one’s partner . . . eating food . . . and one’s partner. Then there’s bathing  . . . and bathing one’s partner . . . bounty hunters must be fresh and clean when they meet the public.”  He grinned lecherously at her as she slipped into the most provocative pair of boots she could possibly wear.  “Umm . . . and don’t you scoff . . . it’s all in the bounty hunter’s guide . . . and since you’ll be new to the profession . . . I need to see that you’re properly trained and retrained.”<br/><br/>Sam liked that she thought he was dangerous . . . he hoped that would always be true.  He smiled each time she kissed him.  He knew if things were reversed and he was going . . . even for a short spell . . . he’d have as much trouble doing it as she apparently was.  As she finally turned in the doorway to tell him she’d be right back, he told her again what he had been thinking since they first met.  “I love you Irene.”<br/>