Irene’s Room ~ Feeding Time<br/><br/>Sam heard some noise at Irene’s door.  His first instinct was to go for his gun, just in case.  But his gun was clear across the room hanging on a hook.  ‘And well it should be!’  Sam thought to himself when he realized it was more than likely to be Irene or one of the kitchen help with their dinner.  She was in the door before he could get to it.  He smiled as she hefted the tray onto the bed and got busy setting up the table for dinner.<br/><br/>She was bright and bubbly and it made him happy...and very much horny for her.  He liked that too.   There was an old saying that came to mind that he remembered that his father had said more than once...it was one of the few wise things he learned from the man...it was something like ‘a happy wife means a happy life.’  Granted Irene wasn’t his wife...not that was a thought he cringed at...but the lesson still applied.  He took the cucumber into his mouth when she offered it and as she said it was clean, crisp, and fresh in texture, smell and taste.<br/><br/>Sam nodded in agreement about the cucumber, it was every bit as good as she said.  “It’s mighty fine, Irene.”<br/><br/>He wandered over to the table to see what else she’d brought them and to see if he could help in any way. But in Irene form she’d setup everything in no time.  He did notice the lack of furniture indicated that this might be something that was a bit out of the ordinary for her to have someone dine with her in her room.  Sam took note of that and smiled broadly.<br/><br/>He cringed though as she dropped what looked like her clean clothes on the floor so she could move the chair to the table.  He strode over to the pile and picked it up and brushed off the item on the bottom to free it from anything that had been on the floor and set it on her bed.  It was something that felt lacy and silky against his hand...and he took note of that too.  He set the pile noticeably distant from the famous wet spot.  He looked down at it and recognized that it had sadly shrunk in size from drying out.<br/><br/>Then Sam looked over at her as she stood by the table apparently waiting for him to join her.  He looked her over and never once thought anything about the fact that she’d nothing on under her pretty dress.  She was absolute radiant...beautiful in it.  It was an image of her that he knew he’d always remember.  He smiled as she self consciously looked herself over.  When she bid him to join her, he walked over to her and embraced her and gave her a deep strong kiss.<br/><br/>“Thank you Irene...for this spread I wish you could have told me that it was so heavy...I’d have come down and helped you with it.  Oh...and Irene...thank you for wearing that pretty dress...you look absolutely beautiful in it.”<br/><br/>He kissed her again and let his hand clasp behind her at her waist.  He looked at her for a moment and then sheepishly smiled as he remembered the meal she’d brought up for them and his manners which seemed appropriate since they both had clothes on.<br/><br/>He pulled the chair out for her.  “Madame...if you’d please join me?”<br/><br/>The food looked delicious and smelled so too, but all Sam really wanted was to make love to Irene.  He inwardly smiled at his use of the phrase in his thoughts.  It was true enough...that’s exactly what he wanted to do.<br/>