Day Three<br/><br/>Irene glanced around as Sam watched her clean and finish dressing herself.  She tilted her head at him, looking sort of backwards at him.  She grinned, though, turning to watch him, enjoying the way his gunbelt settled on his ass, around his hips.  She swallowed roughly thinking of holding his ass as he surged into her.  She closed her eyes for a moment and then heard his words.<br/><br/>Moving carefully, she walked around him, out of arm's reach and looked him over.  "I know how you feel about that one, luv.  It's two different set of erotic sensations; the dressed and the undressed.  I've got a very good imagination and I looked a lot so I know what those pants are clinging to..."<br/><br/>She crossed her arms in front of her, then grabbed her corset and gave it a bit of a shake to put things back into place.  Going out in public, it wouldn't be proper for her nipples to be peeking over the top...  Irene looked at Sam's hand as he held out the badge.<br/><br/>She raised her right hand and listened to the words, eyebrows raising.  "I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best," she said with a humorous flick of one eyebrow, eyes twinkling at him.  She smiled and pinned the badge to her skirt's waistband.  (Her blouse fabric was too fine to pin anything to...)  "Is that a good enough pledge, SAm?  Or do  you want this back?  I can be rogue if you like."  She dimpled at him, chin sticking out.