They touched and began to sway with the music. Jessica slowly leaned in and kissed Taylor. The girls knew each other like no others. Nineteen years of...secrets and discussions of sex made them perfect to lovers for each other. They both loved to make out it made them instantly wet. They embraced each other with the hands holding their respective dildos. The free hands groped and fondled all the right places. The girls skirts rubbed together as they pressed the hips together in a slow grind.. Many would mark the start of that transformation with that night. The night that Thomas and Martha Wayne died.It had happened almost too quickly for the young boy to fully realize what was happening. The armed figure that had stepped out of the shadows with a demand that his parents give up their valuables. A careless motion by the thief had pointed his deadly weapon in the direction of the boy’s mother, which prompted a counter-motion by his father that placed him between the two in an attempt. “I will wake you up like you ask next time.” “That is all I ask,” I laughed, rolling over and placing my head on top of the pillow this time. “Care to join me?” I patted the pillow beside my head and gave him a smile. He shrugged his shoulder and curled up next to me, both our eyes wondering towards the dark ceiling. “This is nice,” he said quietly, not turning his eyes away from the darkness that hung above us. “What is nice?” I asked him, turning to face him, though all I could make out was. “No harm done. I must be off. It was a very sincere pleasure meeting you this evening, Nancy. Your generosity is inspiring. Hopefully, we meet again. Alice. Will. My pleasure. Take care.”And suddenly he was gone. He melted into the crowd and was lost.Alice whirled on Nancy. “Who was that?” *Two weeks after the Gala, Nancy’s housekeeper, a young Canadian Chinese woman named Lan Chang, announced Alice Berry into the room they called the Gallery. Nancy rose from her seat overlooking the expansive.