Irene laughed at Sam's getting where folks didn't want him.  She shrugged her shoulders though.  "It isn't the first time I've had to come in by the window, Jake."<br/><br/>The whiskey wasn't very appealing.  The image of the man, his blood pooled on the ground, his corpse uncovered as the men carried him off was fresh in her mind and anything going into her stomach had a real likelihood of making a rapid reversal.<br/><br/>Irene watched Sam, then watched his hands as they moved down her clothes, making short work of the fastenings.  Rather than have him deal with the laces, she pressed the hooks and eyes fastenings of her corset together, sucking in to give room until the hooks slid away from the eyes and she could remove the binding garment away from her.  She tossed it to the chair and smiled at Sam.<br/><br/>"I feel the same way, Sam.  I never did ask for hot water," she added, unfastening his gun belt to return to the hook on the wall.  Irene unbuttoned Sam's shirt, kissing his chest as his skin was revealed.  She folded the shirt and placed it atop the dresser.  She met his eyes as she hooked her finger around the first button to his pants.<br/><br/>"Slow?"  She considered the idea.  "I s'pose we could start off like that and move on from there..."  Her finger moved to the second button as the first came free of the hole.