Day Two- Night<br/><br/>Irene smiled, her thighs over Sam’s as she sat in front of him, her bottom damp on the sheets.<br/><br/>“I was right here,” she said.  “Did you not feel me?” She asked.  It was a pat answer, one given to others who’d asked the same question.  However, this time the answer was true.<br/><br/>“I was thinking, though,” she admitted.  “I was thinking that you’re a dangerous man and it has nothing to do with what’s hanging on that rack over there,” she said turning to look at the holster.<br/><br/>Night had fallen softly around them and only then did Irene realize how dim the room was.  Her eyes were adjusted to the moonlight spilling through the open windows and she could see Sam just fine.  She looked at him again; yes, just fine.<br/><br/>Irene pressed her heels into the bed and scooted back.  Turning to slip off the bed, she turned and slid her right hand around Sam’s head and turned him to her to kiss.  She leaned her forehead on his and rubbed her nose on his.<br/><br/>“If I’m not mistaken, we can’t do much more without some sleep, Mr. Markham.  So, I am going to change the linen.  If you would like, I could give you a bit of a bath.  But, it will be cool---which might be smart, seeing as how all this got started in a nice, hot bath.”  She smiled at him, sighing.<br/><br/>There were clean linens in the bureau; something that management insisted upon was that the sheets be changed between customers.  You don’t make top dollar with soiled linens or damaged goods.  Irene changed them as she saw fit and it seemed like now it would be nice to sleep with Sam on fresh sheets.  Again, that sense of taking care of him came over her and this time, she didn’t push it away.  If it was a few hours or a couple of days, she could enjoy it.<br/>