Day 3 Sunrise . . . Irene’s Room<br/><br/>Sam was only half awake as he felt the warm of the sun on his legs and Irene’s breath on his neck.  She was nearly completely covering him with her body.  Her breathing was slow and very regular.  Her heartbeat could be felt against his chest as she was clearly still asleep.  Sam grinned as his hands roamed softly over her skin.  She felt so soft and warm and real.  Half way through the balance of their night . . . that portion that followed their wonderful fucking . . . he’d awakened with a taste of bile in his throat and the cold sweat of panic on his forehead.  Sam had awakened from a dream that was gone from his memory the instant he acknowledged his consciousness.  Without actual memory of it, Sam was sure that he knew the dream.  He’d had it before.  It was most probably the one recounting the ambush that had nearly killed him.<br/><br/>He’d thought in that rare moment of panicky thinking that Irene wasn’t real either that it was all a lustfully vivid and sweet dream.  Realizing that her part of it was real, calmed him and helped him cope with the other one.  Maybe he’d get drunk enough to tell her why ‘settling down’ seemed so attractive to him now that she was such an important part of his plans.  Sam caressed her back and then rested his hand on her left butt cheek. He smiled as she seemed to murmur her approval of his placement in her sleep.  Sam kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes to the growing brightness in the room.<br/><br/>Sam was savoring the moment having sorted out what was real about it.  He was on the verge of falling back asleep when the ray of sun which had been lower on his body finally made it to his face . . . directly into his eyes.  He swore quietly to himself and yanked the pillow out from under his head and dropped it over his eyes.  He sighed as he breathed in the scent of Irene’s hair which seemed to be concentrated somehow by the pillow since nothing else had changed.  Sam hugged her and shifted away from the sun and more toward her.  He liked how the night shirt which had been reputed to protect Irene’s modesty, had ridden up her body enough that her pussy and ass were exposed as well as the swell of one of her breasts.<br/><br/>He smirked as his cock seemed heavier.  It certainly didn’t take much of Irene for him to be hot and wanting of her.