Kara laughed with delight when Hallbjorn picked her up and carried her out of the bathtub. After he set feet on the floor and began to dry her with a soft, fluffy towel, her look turned heated. Kara kept her hands on Hallbjorn's shoulders as he used that towel to torment her breasts, and then her bottom. Her fingers flexed over and over and her breath came in short pants. By the time he finished, she was flushed from the slow burning arousal he awaked in her. She suspected he knew exactly what he had done to her, and that he enjoyed it.<br/><br/>“Wicked Berserker.” Kara murmured as she turned to get ready. Luckily, her legs only wobbled a little bit.<br/><br/>Kara made quick work of brushing her teeth, then pulling her hair up into a ponytail. The clothes she'd given to be cleaned had already been returned, and she dug through the pile to find what she wanted. After choosing a pant and bra set that would match the shirt, she slipped on a pair of white linen shorts that went to her mid thigh. The material was thin, and sure to allow her to stay cool in the hot Texas weather.<br/><br/>She pulled on the sleeveless top, which was a rich turquoise color and silky soft. The material hugged her skin, with the hem shorter then she was used to. It revealed a strip of skin on level with her belly button. Kara looked down at the cleavage her shirt showed. It was too much, but more then she was used to. Patricia, the sales clerk, had told her that she looked stunning in the shirt.<br/><br/>Kara finished the outfit with a slim golden chain that circled her waist, and then her wedge sandals with straps that closed around her ankles. After she applied a bit of mascara and lip gloss, she saw Hallbjorn dressed with his hair loose and beautiful. She wondered if he had any idea how handsome he was.<br/><br/>“Don't tempt me.” She grinned at his comment, because she loved her ice cream. “Will they let us eat inside?” Kara had never heard of a museum that had allowed her that. Then again, she'd never been to one before.<br/><br/>She took one last look around the hotel room. “I'll miss this place. I hope we can come back here someday.”<br/><br/>After they stowed their belongings in the truck, Kara took his hand. “Lets walk there. Its not too far away, and we've been cramped up in the truck for days.”<br/><br/>Their walk was pleasant, and the last rays of the sun as well as the heat felt rejuvenating to her. There were plenty of sandwich shops to chose from, but when Kara saw a stand that sold gyros, she told Hallbjorn that she simply must try one. The line was a little long, and by the time they both had their food, the sun had set completely.<br/><br/>By the time they reached the Alamo, it was to find them locking up for the night. Disappointment took over her features. “I didn't know they closed so early.” Kara said to Hallbjorn. There was, however, a sign that said they had evening tours. When Kara asked the museum employee out from about them, he informed her that they usually had to be scheduled in advance, but there was an opening that evening. Although the cost for just the two of them would be five hundred dollars.