"Sit back there you dumb cunt" he laughs; and I realise that he has figured out I am a man dressed as a woman.I don't know whether I am more ashamed o... myself for being unable to protect my wife or being caught dressed as a woman.He yells out, "hey Frank, this other sad old slag is a fucking man dressed up as a sorry looking slut of woman".I hear Frank clattering around in the other rooms."I'll be there in a minute he calls, just keep the cunts quiet while I get the silver and any other shit. Simonds pulled open his shirt to feel his new more muscled torso.He felt his skin ripple and change under his hands, but somehow it didn't feel right. The skin was firmer, but there was none of the hard muscles that he had been expecting. Maybe they'll appear in a few minutes, Simonds thought. The virus reached his chest and he started to feel his pectorals expand. That was more like it. The new form he had chosen had been quite handsome. He'd have no trouble getting women with it.He ran his. Not far away from them, were two large brown cats, like lions or tigers -- obviously the same genetic family anyway -- only much larger that any big cat I'd ever seen in my life. And there was no mistaking the fact that the big cats were stalking the cattle. But they were gone again in an instant, as we flew on at speed."What happened to Plymouth?" Doug asked as we zoomed off moor and flew a little way out over the sea."The clean up after the holocaust. I'm afraid that it obliterated all. " No. Please. I said I am sorry. You know I did not mean to hurtAnne. And I do not know how I could have managed without you."For the first time since his arrival in the garden, Laura looked athim. Her eyes sombre. "It is not just you, you know. I have tothink of the others. Particularly of Anne."Laura took a small sip of her drink. "Emma is right. You are selfcentred. Perhaps not surprisingly." She shrugged. "It has probablyescaped your notice until today. But Anne too is.