She could palm two basketballs, and had a prominent adams apple.
Still, he thought she was a "real girl".
Meanwhile, back at the bat cave......
Jimmy Crenshaw paused for a moment to wipe sweat from under the strap of his headlamp.
His bat-guano pail was nearly full, and his mother would be pleased.
The constant din of chirping bats, strikingly loud in the cool damp air of the cave, was such a constant presence as to have become inaudible to Jimmy.
...Until it suddenly ceased, and the inexplicable crash of silence startled him.
Looking quickly upward at the ceiling, he was shocked to see...