More with the cowl. I can assure you that you will never be mistaken for him. Come with me, if you please,” Alfred says, gliding away.Barbara groans...and hurries after him. It’s not just Bruce; pretty much everyone is taller and has longer legs than she does. Alfred leads her to the workbench on a lower level. Cages are full of Bruce’s equipment. A pair of steel doors leads to his wardrobe. Not far away, the glass cases containing all the old uniforms are lined up.Barbara’s first one is there.. I want to see you again too." Does that mean I can see you tomorrow?" No, it wouldn't be a good idea. I would want you to kiss me goodbye, and my parents wouldn't understand. No amount of explaining would make them understand. But you can kiss me now."We kissed and she began to cry. She put her wet cheek next to mine and whispered, "They wouldn't understand. I'll be home for Thanksgiving. Will you want to see me then? I'll want to see you so much. I'll write. Will you write to me?" I can't wait. My mother said."Would you like to walk Charly home Nancy?" Yes." I said in a week voice.It was settled then I would walk Charly home and come right back. We lived in a small religious town where every one knew everyone and there was not even the slightest of danger from evil doers.Charly and I walked to his house and he held my hand. I was was in heaven and I squeezed his hand. When we were in his long gravel driveway Charly kissed me. My heart pounded as I had never kissed a boy before. When. He then removed them and said all looked good and to continue to use plenty of lube and like last year he told me he would ask the nurse to bring in a thin panty liner to protect my panties incase some of the lube inside leaked out. He wiped the excess lube around my "pussy" spending more time than I thought necessary cleaning me up, but it felt so good.He then told me to remove my feet from the stirrups and handed me back my panties, asked me to stand up and hold my gown up so he could look at.