"Before Martin left, he had retrieved my weapons stash. It looked as though I wouldn't be needing the bowie knife after all. I was just as glad. Knive... are really messy. You have to be close enough to smell the blood and crap when you gut someone. I just never felt that it was something I would enjoy.I was carrying the 10mm Glock semi automatic pistol in and upside down under arm holster. It was really too big for me, but compromise was the name of the game when safety was at stake. The glock. We were coming out of them! I let out a shout of victory, that was quickly vanquished. A lone rider stepped out in front of me casually. I pulled up on the horse to make him slow, less we plow the man down. I couldn’t make his face out, but he was wearing the Fraser plaid. I sighed in relief. ‘There are soldiers attacking our men!’ I screamed at him, but he didn’t move. ‘Sir, did you hear me?’ Again no movement. I pushed the horse forward enough to see him. Oh dear God. ‘Hello, cousin.’ He. It’s not many people you can be quiet with and feel comfortable, but with Maria, I could.“Let’s swim,” she suddenly said.“Are you nuts? The water is freezing this time of year.”“Pussy!”She got up and before I had a chance to stop her she was tearing off her clothes while walking to the edge. With one final look at me, she dove naked into the sea. I ran up to where she had gone in expecting to find her shivering below me. Instead, she was swimming with strong strokes away from the coast.“Hey,. . . that might work, the curse slowly turns him into a chick!Now I got a lot of filler to make, so we have to set up the scene - bigtime writer .... maybe he goes on holiday to some South American jungleand ends up doing something to offend some local goddess, so she sendshim home with a little present ...Yeh, I was just down in Peru, I can flesh those jungle bits out noproblem!So he comes home, thinking everything is hunky-dory, and he doesntrealize he's been cursed. But slowly, ever so.