Sam had just taken the fork-full of his pot pie into his mouth when Irene alluded to the wonderful blow job she’d awakened him with that morning.  He nearly choked on his food as he struggled to keep from spewing it in her direction. Her grin was devilish as he regained control of his breathing and carefully swallowed the food.<br/><br/>Sam cleared his throat before responding. “Why yes Misses Markham. You’re right about that.  You do give me great head . . . s up.”<br/><br/>Sam gulped down some beer to clear his throat of any left behind food.  He smiled as he put the glass on the table, and listened to her talk about them.  A flood of warmth traveled up his leg from her foot rubbing against it.  It spread across his groin and up into his belly and chest.<br/><br/>“Mmm . . . you done the same to me Darlin . . . with that saucy manner of yours in your bar.  I wanted to know you . . . to have you.”  His voice was low as he leaned forward.  He was equally as serious as Irene had become.  “Once I got my wish and got to know you . . . you had me darlin . . . for good and bad.  You swept me off my feet Irene.  I was a goner once we had that first bath.  You were such a lovely woman with me Irene . . . and the more time we’ve had together . . . the more lovely I know you are.  I can’t imagine not being with you honey . . . my heart and my head are together on that Irene.”<br/><br/>Sam gently squeezed her hand as he stretched his leg out toward her.<br/><br/>