She could see where Bruce Wayne spent his millions. After a brief tour, Tim led her to the machine. He went around to the operator console as she ...tripped out of her costume, wishing he had a monitor to watch. Feeling just a bit queasy, Barbara stepped under the scanner and felt a tingle that seemed to penetrate every fiber of her being. Tim then read the dials. "It will work!" he called out. "Our masses are close enough, and the machine can now make a copy of you." Barbara knew. We kissed so passionately, your hand on the side of my face. Your kisses became rougher and you were gripping at my face. I wrapped my arms around your neck, pulling you closer to me. You moved on top of me, kissing my neck just the right way to make me moan. You worked your way down my body, once you got to my boobs, your face pulled away. I looked up at you as your grip the seem of my shirt and ripped it off of me. This surprised me but I didn’t stop you. You kissed down further and ripped. Is it dangerous?’ ‘Not really,’ I said. ‘Those aren’t big waves by anyone’s standards.’ I replied. ‘You teach?’ She asked sitting upright. ‘Multi-talented then, aren’t you the waiter?’ I explained that I wasn’t the waiter but was looking out for Jack while his body de-toxed those rum cocktails from the night before. As I spoke to her I thought ‘what a sexy accent’ she had. I’ve always had a thing for American women, they seem to have such rich vocals. I couldn’t help noticing what a lovely,. Giggling Mom wanted to know what was coming up next, and Tim said it was a movie about fantasies. This seemed to strike Mom as a good subject for a movie but "what kind of fantasies?" she asked.Tim said he wasn't sure but that it was put together by a woman and directed by a woman.At which my Mom laughed and said she thought she might really like this as women make more sensitive movies but that we might get bored since as men, we didn't or couldn't really appreciate the emotional aspects of.