And that's how it went. As the days went by I would put on the high heels immediatelyafter arriving to work and leave them on until my lunch break.Aft...r lunch however, it was back in the heels! The followingThursday I was just finishing putting away some files in thecabinet and walking back to my desk. It wasn't five minuteslater that a gentleman came into the office wanting to talk withDonna! I managed to slip out of the heels and put my new slip onloafers on and then escort the man in to see. "As I'm driving home, it's getting late and Andy asks if I'm hungry.He's all dolled up, right? And he suggests that we go to Mario's!" Mario's?" Erin asks. "The place the two of you always go?" Ya!," Dani said, "not exactly a place where he might not be recognized,right?" So did they?" No! Can you fucking believe it???? I'm sure they knew me. Butdressed up and made up like he was, I really don't think they recognizedhim."Erin's eyes stayed wide open."And he didn't care either way," Dani. Barbara is shocked that Ivy enabled it; she might’ve been drunk.The consequences have been serious. Barbara and over a thousand other Gotham women were affected by that attack. Bruce still hasn’t figured out a way to get rid of the penises without surgery, and Ivy’s demanding to be let out of Arkham before she’ll help.The penis that Barbara grew isn’t especially large, but as Alfred points out, neither is Barbara, so it looks and seems huge. It is an embarrassing distraction, although Gotham’s. They were actually part of a large group of people waving at him. He gave them a quick wave to let them know that he had seen them.The flashes from several photographers nearly blinded him. He looked out and could see himself on the screen that was part of the basket ball scoreboard that hung down over center court. Looking up at it, he was happy to see that he didn’t look as uncomfortable as he felt. It was with relief when the Provost told him he could return to his seat. Although he did his.