<strong>Day Two  - Sam and Irene, her bath room</strong><br/><br/>Irene looked back down as his knee moved between hers, the rough fabric barely touching her skin, a tickle of a touch.  It was pleasing that he made some move, since the only other thing he’d done was stare.  She stepped back as she folded the vest, stepping over his foot to set the garment on the stool.  She turned back to Sam Markham, moving behind him to pull his shirt from the waist of his trousers.  He couldn’t stare at her, now, she mused, smiling and wrapping her arms around him to undo the fly of his pants and slip the tails of his shirt out.  She slid his pants down his slim hips and legs, resting on one knee behind him, giving his leg a push for him to step out of his trousers.<br/><br/>If he wanted to be quiet, she had no problem with that.  She folded the trousers, noting a heaviness in the pocket, and added them to the pile, turning to face the man once more, walking up to him to unbutton his shirt.  She started at his throat, the back of her left hand brushing his throat.<br/><br/>She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from him with the same method as the vest, running her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and then pushing the shirt off as she leaned lightly against him.  He wasn’t wearing drawers...or long johns.  It was probably too hot for such layers when you were constantly out in the sun, she thought, glancing at him.  Irene swallowed roughly; he was a tall man and seemed taller unclothed.  So much skin...<br/><br/>Turning away once more, Irene carefully folded the shirt, topping the pile.  Irene picked up the clothes and returned to the bed room.  She drew on her Kimono, felt for the item in the pocket of his trousers and carefully set the watch on the top of the chest.  She carried the pile of laundry to set outside the door.  The message would be obvious.  She hollered down to the saloon and saw one of the girls move towards the stairs.  She closed the door and turned the lock and then returned to Sam, walking up behind him.<br/><br/>In a day when she had opportunities to pick and choose beaux, she’d always liked a tall man with wide shoulders and narrow hips.  And, a butt.  She smiled at Sam’s posterior.<br/><br/>“I think you’re ready to get in the water, now,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub and leaning down to feel the water’s temperature.  “Not too cool.”  She looked towards him, her face composed once more as she focused on the base of his throat.<br/><br/>“What now?” she asked as he stood there.  Irene dipped her hand once more and flicked the water at the man’s face.  “Mr. Markham?”<br/>