<strong>Day Two</strong>---Evening Service<br/><br/>Irene watched him take her glass instead of the clean glass.  There was something possessive about the action and she glanced up at him, seeing him smile crookedly back at her.  She tilted her head and accepted the glass, taking a sip before handing it back.<br/><br/>She almost laughed at the man’s description of her.  Happily fucked?  She frowned in concentration, evaluating his words.  Christ on a cracker, she thought.  Perhaps she was.  But, she was cynical when she spoke.<br/><br/>“What’s not to enjoy, Sam?” she asked, holding her arms out, mocking herself, though it might not appear so to Sam; she might seem arrogant.  “And, you can pace yourself, Sam.  I’m here everyday.  It ain’t likely that I’ll be leaving anytime soon.”<br/><br/>“Not speaking your mind is a waste of time,” she agreed.   “As well as often being a lie.  I don’t like liars very much, Sam.”  She grinned.  “Notice I’m using your name?”<br/><br/>She chuckled against his chest as he pulled her into a hug.  She sucked in air as his fingers moved on her.<br/><br/>“Sam...you’re...I’m supposed to be taking care of you...” she grunted.<br/><br/>She smiled up at him as he released her and then felt astonishment drop over her as he went to his knees before her.  He didn’t need much force to move her legs apart and she gasped as he licked her once more.  She stared down at his fair-haired head, the wide shoulders...yes, down to his ass.  Where was he eight years ago, she wondered.  As he drew her sensitive clit into his mouth, her hands dropped to his head, her fingers curling into his hair.  That thing had been dead all her life and it chose now...NOW...to come alive.  Traitorous body, she thought...but she smiled.<br/>