A number one issue of Batman, signed by Bob Kane, the artist."Fucking Way, Dude!" Jerry said as he lowered the frame so Victor could look at it."How m...ch?" Victor asked even though he knew he could never afford it."With his signature, its assessed value is five hundred thousand dollars," Jerry replied."How?" Victor said as he shook his head and tried to clear the image from his mind."I bought a storage locker, Saturday. This was in one of the boxes in it, along with hundreds of other comics. I. 'I think my mother's due', I started to comment, but he cut me short, shaking his head and adding, 'She and your father just left for a walk'.I felt my stomach muscles tighten, there was a knot in them, more from his presence, as a sexual urge from deep within was engulfing me, he must have sensed this as he crudely moved the wooded phallic object between his fingers as if fucking them, 'This make you feel really good in your pussy', and he sniffed the air as if trying to smell me.I remained by. I didn’t know where she had got to. Last I saw of her she was heading for the toilets, or so she told me prior to that. I headed for the bar and ordered another gin and tonic and that’s when Emma started talking to me; her partner Chris joined us a few moments after that. I turned to answer Emma’s fifth question when a noise emanated from behind me. I thought it was a screech or scream at first, but then it was joined with some high pitched giggling and laughing and then some shouting. Someone. " That makes sense," Mattie conceded, glancing out at the abandoned vehicles littering Highway 66 as they approached the Potomac River. "But it doesn't explain the traffic if the roadway was closed or was literally ripped apart." Lassie, whom Mattie was petting, was unconcerned with such things. Lassie had trouble sticking her head out the window. Apparently the smells of the plague were too much to deal with when travelling by car. She still insisted on trying, but would shudder, curl her lip.