He looked over at her and grinned broadly when he saw the expression on her face.<br/><br/>“Yeah we were, weren’t we? And I hope to be again soon.   Though it was more a pleasure than busy-ness.  I do like you Irene . . . you are quite a woman in all the ways that matter . . . to me anyway and to anyone else who’s not a fool.”<br/><br/>He slurped down some beer and a couple bites of the steak.  It had some time since he’d any meat as good as that steak so he was determined to finish it.<br/><br/>“We the Judge has me riding the circuit to see it I can find some of the folks he wants before him in court but have failed to show up.  Then there are a couple bad asses who got themselves out of the jail somehow . . . and are back at creating mayhem wherever they go. So he’s asked me to round them up if I cross paths with them.  Also I’ve never been to this part of the territory before so it’s a chance to see what’s what and meet folks.  He’s asked me to see if there’s anything new for some older cases that have yet to be heard for lack of evidence or apprehension.”<br/><br/>He winked at her and smiled.  He took the last piece of steak and savored it as he chewed.  He washed it down with the last of his beer and moved closer to her.<br/><br/>“This time we’re having Irene is my own . . . in case you were wondering.  I only get paid for those I bring in and a little cash for lodging and for the horse.  How I spend my time is my own affair . . . and I chose to spend it with you . . . and I still do.”<br/><br/>Sam liked how she’d felt before and how she’d responded to him so he reenacted it.  He kissed her softly as his hand slid inside her blouse.  Her tit was just as he remembered it . . . soft and warm and dense in his hand.  Sam smiled into Irene’s mouth as her nipple swelled from his thumb lightly grazing against its tip.  He wanted her . . . he told her so but she didn’t seem to understand his meaning . . . she didn’t react to it as he thought she might, but it was too early to make a lasting commitment, but he doubted his mind was going to change, so he decided on another tack.<br/><br/>“Is there any chance that I can fuck you while you’re wearing this pretty dress Irene?  I’ve been thinking about you in it since I watched you put it on.  It seemed like quite a natural thing . . . an ordinary thing . . . an everyday kind of thing and I liked thinking of you like that.”<br/>