<strong>Day Two- Tub</strong><br/><br/>Irene wiped the back of her wrist across her mouth, swallowing quickly.  She hadn’t done that to a man since her husband.  He’d just looked so good, and she’d wanted to do it.<br/><br/>She smiled at his words, shocked when he grasped her face and kissed her hard.  She eased up from her knees to press into the kiss, licking his lips, kissing him deeply as her body reacted to him pressed tightly to her.  Realizing what she was doing, what it was doing to her, she pushed back.<br/><br/>Irene didn’t want to make him mad, but she couldn’t allow emotion to come into play.  She idly tucked a strand of hair back into place, looking for the wash rag.<br/><br/>“I think I still need to wash your back, Mr. Markham.  Now that you might be able to relax a bit, would you like to sit down in the tub?”<br/><br/>Irene sat down in the water and slid back to the end of the tub, parting her legs for him to sit between.  Her heart was beating a trifle too quickly for her tastes.  Men didn’t take women like her home to meet their family and to marry.  She needed to remember that.<br/>