So I stood there hoping it would go down soon before she got pissed again. It refused to cooperate as it throbbed in front of her gaze.“Well?” she...looked at me, “Are you going to make it go away?”“I’m trying June!” I mumbled. “I really am, it won’t, I don’t know why, it just won’t.” I started sobbing again.“Well if you can’t make it go away then jack it off, I am not going to stay here all day while you wait.” She ordered.“I can’t do that June, please don’t make me do that. Not in front of you,. Shedidn't fear a battle with him, she was a strong agile marital artist, ahighly trained young woman, and he was an old, dying, pathetic excuse ofa man.She spotted an open window three stories up. Perfect. Using her versionof the batarang she was able to scale the wall and looked down on thewarehouse floor. Joker had obviously paid off the kids and they were nowleaving, joking about, "Now, that was easy money!"She carefully made her way on top of stacked boxes. There he was, Joker,in a ghastly. Oh well, I should press five but let's give this to the youngergeneration. I pressed 'one' on my phone."Are you married or single?" If you are married press 'one.' If you aresingle press 'two.'"'Gotta change that too.' I thought so I pressed the 'one.' I was reallysingle and always had been. I was a male, 56 years old and couldn't seethat changing in the near or distant future. I lived alone in the houseI had grown up in and inherited from my folks. I didn't need a wife andcertainly didn't need. There was a party that night at the hottest guy in town's house. I begged and pleaded with my parents to let me go, but my mom "the nurse" said she thought I should stay home and rest up since I would be behind upon return to school Monday. I was crushed. I wasn't a pretty girl or a girly girl anyway so the chance to be in the same room with every hot guy in our high school was the culmination of my high school career. I mean come on I'm topped out at a height of 5'7" and I weighed a whopping.