They would be there for us to use next week. That would save us some run-around time in getting cars from the major airport that was 20 miles away. Th...t would give us a start on getting the needed cars down there. Marcy had verified that we had extra keys for those cars and that they did work. The hauler was told to put the keys that he had to load and unload the cars, under the driver's seat and lock the cars. Ralph Jamisson, the airport manager was to show him where our parking spots were to. Sara didn’t know how embarrassed she should be at that moment.‘I heard you…well coming. I kinda couldn’t help that huh.’ She smiled.‘Loud huh…. Well can’t help that. It just happens that way. I get caught up in my own body and wow…. You know.’ She nodded.‘You do it Sara? Masturbate?’ she asked.Sara didn’t speak for a minute. All she could do then was nod her head.‘Do you fantasize at all during it? I mean I do and sometimes they get pretty erotically charged.’ Karen added.Sara nodded. “Not to be the new Bruce Wayne.”“Master Bruce is eighteen inches taller than you are, Ms. Gordon. 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. “I’m really sorry. I feel like I used you – that was not my intention.” I was a little crestfallen that our evening was coming to such an abrupt end. “I guess we’ll just have to do this again” I said, reaching for my own discarded clothes. “Maybe even actually go out on a date?” She smiled while running her fingers through her hair. “I’d like that.”“What kind of foods do you like?” I asked, pulling my shirt on, and running a hand through my messy hair. “Anything good around here?”She grinned,.