<strong>Irene O'Rourke's Room<br/>Day Two</strong><br/><br/>Sam walked into her room behind her and looked around the spartanly furnished room.  It was simple but neat, clean and tidy.  He came into the center of the room and listened as she gave him some instructions as to where to put his things.  When she left him alone to prepare the bath in the next room, he leaned quietly against the door to the bar to be sure the latch was caught and then locked it.  One could never be too careful and he expected to be vulnerable very soon and he didn’t ordinarily purposefully put himself in such situations.  He smiled as he leaned the rifle against the wall in the corner furthest away from the entrances to Irene’s room.  He did as she instructed and hung his hat and gun-belt on the pegs.<br/><br/>The saddle bags were draped over the back of the chair he sat on and took off his boots and stockings.  The tile floor felt surprisingly cool under his hot feet.  Sam stood and moved to the door of the bathing room.  He smiled when he saw her working at getting the tub setup for them.  ‘Yes them,’ he chuckled quietly to himself.  He was paying for her time and as long he wasn’t hurting her or forcing her into anything . . . the customer was always right.  As Irene sat on the stool and called for him, Sam entered the room.<br/><br/>He quickly picked up an empty bucket and filled it halfway with water from the tub by submerging.  He carried it and an empty one over near her and set them on the floor.  He grabbed a wash towel and some soap.  He squatted in front of Irene and gently lifted her right foot off the floor as he grinned up into her face.  He dipped the cloth into the warm water and drizzled the water over her foot, between her toes, and her soaked ankle and heel above the empty bucket.  With his wet right hand he rolled the bar of soap in his hand until his fingers were covered with creamy lather.  Gently Sam lathered her foot until the dust and dirt were gently loosened.  He smiled broadly at her.  He was enjoying tending to her like this . . . it set a nice tone.  He dipped the cloth into the water and wrung the water out over her foot into the empty bucket repeatedly until the soap and dirt were completely rinsed away.  He dried her foot with a towel by patting and rubbing it and then  massaged her foot through the towel.  He set her foot back on the floor.<br/><br/>Then he started with the left foot using the same routine.<br/>