Irene slowly returned to herself as she lay beneath Sam.  She breathed out a big breath and chuckled when he wiped her eyes.<br/><br/>“I’m fine.  I don’t know what that is.  Maybe my eyes came, too,” she said, jerking her eyebrows in amusement.  She rubbed her face as he played with her breast.  “You’re pretty good at all this, Sam.  Maybe Madame Starr should hire you on.”<br/><br/><br/>She felt like purring like a pleased cat.  Instead, she eased up and sat at the edge of the bed for a moment while her head spun.  When able she walked into the bath room and took a moment to clean up and make use of the chamber pot.<br/><br/>Irene looked at herself in the wavy mirror and was shocked to see she looked no different.<br/><br/>“I forgot to bring anything up to drink, Sam.”  She returned to the room, all business, now.  She padded to the table where a pitcher of water sat with two glasses.  “Would you like some water?”  She poured and drank down the cool water, waiting for Sam’s answer.<br/><br/>Her brain was functioning again, reminding her of who she was and what she was and where she was.  She faced Sam, giving him a long look, and smiled.  She still liked him, but she knew the reality of the situation.<br/>