Sam was happy that they were getting to know more about each other.  He had always been a fairly good judge of people, and he’s been right about her from their first interaction.  He rinsed the cloth in the tub, having purposely avoided Irene’s sex.  Instead he set to washing her legs.  He stretched out each one in turn and washed them from her hip down over the front of each leg down to her ankles.  He then ran the wet cloth up the back of her legs until the seat of the stool wouldn’t let him go any further.  Rinsing it again Sam washed her arms and pits.  He had to admit as he washed her, that her armpits were very appealing.  He kissed each one and was amazed yet again how smooth she’d gotten with just a string.<br/><br/>“Mmmmm . . . you really are lovely Irene Garrison O’Rourke . . . and I just found another bit of you that I’m entranced by.”  He gave her left armpit a little lick and shuddered again as his body responded to the intimate contact.  “No . . . I’m not married Irene . . . I never have been.  Never met anyone before that seemed to be a good candidate.  Since the ambush I’ve been thinking more about it and how nice it would be to settle down and have a life.  I know about those idiots who have tried to pin what happened to your husband on you.  I don’t believe it Irene . . . I know it wasn’t you . . . I just do.  I think it was a setup to get something on you and to get you out of the way for some reason.  It’s just a theory but it makes sense to me.  There are basically two reasons folks kill each other . . . it’s either greed or personal . . . and often both.”<br/><br/>Sam stood and held out his hands for Irene to stand.  He wanted to wash her back, the insides of her legs, and her pretty pussy.<br/><br/>"I do want you Irene...is that plain enough?"