They were working us as a team. Look here, Mike tells you that the other man is me and asks your help in setting Sandy and me up. That was right after...I had told Sandy that there was no way I'd ever do anything while both spouses were in town. All of a sudden you tell me your visiting your mother, still no problem. Then "bam" Mike has the opportunity to go out of town fishing... and Sandy just reels me in." Oh come on Rich. You had the hots for her and you know it. You wanted this. Don't tell. As if to emphasize the point Catgirl wiggled them about a bit, causing Batgirl to suck in air as her pussy signalled its renewed interest. Batgirl’s eyes quickly took in the rest of the room. It was a private room in one of Gotham City Hospital’s major trauma wards, courtesy of her rich benefactor Bruce Wayne, or Batman as Batgirl preferred to think about him. They were alone apart from some equipment set up behind her bed that bleeped occasionally. Long thin wires extended down from alongside. Lori then asked Ben while he was showing her the dining room and setting room in the front of the house what he does for a living. Ben smiled and told her research for his clientele as well as some acquirements of hard to find essences that have been very lucrative of late. It keeps me very busy and happy, I love my work. Lori was engulfed in the architecture of the home and the fact that each room was furnished beautiful antiques in the style of the 1890’s. She never noticed when Ben offered. I looked at my watch to make sure the sun was on schedule. Sure enough it was five thirty five. I pronounced the story complete at six. It was printing, while I heated a TV dinner in the oven. I knew that one day those things would change. They hadn’t changed much since their invention in the fifties. As a matter of fact, the one in the oven might have been around that long. While I waited, I sipped on a glass of iced tea. Yes, I drank iced tea even in the winter. Also it was always summer in.