Smoothing lotion into her skin, Irene turned to look at Sam as he watched her from the doorway.  It pleased her that he was interested, but she felt the need to hurry him along or they'd never leave the room...again.  "Staring?  Again, Sam?  You've seen, touched, and tasted it all.  Now, get yourself into your clothes..."<br/><br/>Turning back to her clothing, she pulled on narrow-legged drawers, specially altered for her use.  Next she donned a camisold and tucked its tails into the drawers before buttoning herself in.  Next came her lightweight summer trousers, a shirt, and a vest that, when buttoned, acted as a decent foundation garment without the laces and extreme re-shaping of her figure.  Irene's hair, wavy and thick, wanted to curl from the humidity of the bath. But, she wrestled it into submission and pinned it neatly.  She finally turned to look at Sam, wondering how he'd like her attire.<br/><br/>"I was thinking we'd just go downstairs.  If you noticed anything more appealing in town, sing out."  She slid her stocking-covered feet into boots and sat down to tie the laces.  The heel was only an inch or so, not her usual style.  But, Irene felt the need for comfort and ease of movement...just in case...