Day Two-Evening<br/><br/>Irene tried to breathe normally.  At once she felt like a failure and a fool for caring.  But, she did.  That was something about emotions; sometimes they made no sense at all, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel them.<br/><br/>Sam’s touch startled her.  He’d called her “baby.”  She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and saw his concern and now she just felt stupid.  She was a courtesan, a fancy name for whore, not a housewife.  This wasn’t about her, even if Sam made her forget that.  This was about him having a good time.  And, she was supposed to make sure that he did have a good time, not bother him with her stupid notions of a life far in the past.<br/><br/>“It’s nothing, Sam.  I’m being...I don’t know...”  She shrugged, but wouldn’t look right at him as he removed the fork from her hand and kissed that same hand.<br/><br/>Irene didn’t feel beautiful; she felt ragged and worn.  But, she held that inside along with her other inadequacies.<br/><br/>She looked at him when he moved into her line of vision. She stared at his eyes, his lips, his whole face.  She leaned into him and kissed him.  That was something she was good at; kissing.  Irene nipped his lower lip and kissed his chin, running her tongue back up to his mouth for a deeper kiss, her tongue slipping between his lips, though a little tentative, unsure now.<br/>