Itdidn't take a trained critic to realize that Jamie's work lacked bothartistic merit and commercial potential."What do you think?" Jamie inquired and...went on before I could answer, "Yousee, that's the first part, the origin story for my hero. It starts smalland kinda slow, but the action really gets going around half way in. Thereare two main protagonists, the girl and the guy, and before they go onadventures battling evil they need to discover that they possess thisawesome power and then. I had retreated toa state of passivity where I can allow the ministrations of others totake place with little reaction from me. The guard had pulled thecamera images of the lab, which had switched on as the transformationhad completed. Thankfully it did not show me prancing around in thedress and diaper. The cleaning robots had cleaned away the clothes fromthe platform and had carried the clothes to the incinerator. So therewas no evidence of my fetish to tell people what I had been up to. "Now, before you all tear out of here like a raging pack of banshees," I had to raise my voice to be heard, "Just a reminder to leave these books," and I held up my example, "On the desks and remember, tomorrow's the big history midterm. It's a difficult one but no ball buster. So if..." I looked at the animated faces listening to me and smiled knowingly, "And I realize that's a big if..." Various pupils grinned self-consciously, "If you read chapters three and four of 'The twentieth-century',. "You're a parson, remember? We're not supposed to worry about worldly things like money."Aidan put on his condescending face, the one he used when the parishioners didn't understand one of his sermons. "Dear Edie," he said, shaking his head. "Dear, sweet Edie. There is nothing in the Bible that tells us money is evil. I see no need for us to live like monks. There is nothing wrong with the money and fame that discovering a Viking hoard will bring us. Not to worry, darling." Worrying is my.