"Why?" I pulled against the straps holding me in place. I wasn't sure ifthe chick was crazy or if she was telling the truth. For all I knew,this could...be some weird ass drug experience. Maybe some type ofhypnosis."Why? Well, multiple reasons, I guess. One, I was tired of being Gary." Gary?" I turned my head to look at the old man in the chair in themirror for a moment."Yes. I've been Gary for about thirty years or so. I'm bored of him now.Besides, as I'm sure you can see, he's starting to get a. But giving that up and letting my feminine side grow actuallystrengthened our marriage. I didn't mind that she had lovers come overand fuck her while I was in the kitchen cleaning and I even made themcoffee or tea when they were finished with her. I had no problem takingher to pubs or restaurants where the other patrons considered her to benothing more than the local slut. It didn't bother me that men wouldopenly laugh at me when they found out I was married to her.I actually stood up for some. “Well, politics aside, they’re a lifeline here. You should try killing one of those cats with a crossbow, not to mention a buffalo,” Morales groused. “That would make you very thankful for what’s in there,” he said while motioning. “Look,” he added while trying to speak in a reasonable tone, “It’s one thing to admire big, jungle cats at the zoo, but when they are out there with you and expecting you to be their next meal, well ... it isn’t the same thing. It becomes life and death.“It’s this. These Middle Eastern types don't stint themselves with their oil money you know."It was with a mixture of disbelief and relief that Thomas and his wife, Emma, saw the Rolls-Royce pull up outside their home at the appointed time. As they were ushered in to the car by the chauffeur they realised that a crib had been fitted to the bulkhead behind the driver's seat and it was into this that their baby daughter, Kate, went for the journey.At Heathrow they were escorted to the VIP lounge and then on.