Sam didn’t like their parting very much but he knew they’d have to eventually.  The only part he liked was how wonderful it felt to move in her, even if it was to slip out of her.  Everything else about it wasn’t at all to his liking.  Their bodies lying atop each other as they’d been, or with him on top of her felt so good, even if they were only still and quiet with each other.  He liked her kisses too, so as he stood in the tub sheepishly watching her drain the water from the tub, one bucket at a time, her kisses she gave him each trip she made to the little sink brightened his spirits.<br/><br/>“Come on Irene . . . Let me help with that  . . . We’re a partnership on these things aren’t we?  Besides honey we’ve only the one bucket of clean water . . . that won’t hardly be enough will it?  We need to freshen you up and you need to thoroughly clean me . . . mmmm . . . you are going to . . .  aren’t you?<br/><br/>Sam took the bucket from her and filled it and stepped out of the tub and kissed her before retracing Irene’s steps to the sink.  After a few more trips the water was so low that the bucket couldn’t collect any more water.  Sam walked back to Irene from where she’d been watching him.<br/><br/>“So Miss Irene what do we do now?”  He was grinning even though he had nothing in mind besides what he’d said. “The tub is nearly empty, but we can’t scoop up anymore.  We only have the one bucket of clean water, and I suspect it’s too late to have more brought up . . . right?”<br/><br/>He took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly . . . enjoying her naked body against him.  Sam’s kiss became a bit bolder as he let his hands wander over her back and bottom.  When he broke the kiss, he held her gently against him and rested her face against his chest.  He truly had no idea what they would do to clean up . . . he hated the idea of getting into the clean sheets on the bed without bathing.