This is my first attempt at a story that sort of got away from me and despite the fact that I have three other short stories on the go since I started this I have not been able to finish them as this was always rearing its head to distract from my thoughts. So after six months of playing around with it I present to you my monster that has emerged from my subconscious mind. I don’t know whose taste it will be for it is a very long and involved story that in a number of places I am not very happy with. But I feel the time has come to get rid of it from my mind and inflict it on others so you have been warned. The sex in this story is quite graphic but not that frequent the violence is frequent and graphic. Any errors in this story as regards to places and areas within this story can be put down to the fact that most of the places and areas I haven’t visited in years and the useful thing about setting a story in the future is that places change in fifty years. Any comments please Email me at pboauk@yahoo.com. This may me distributed on any totally free site if you think it is worth it but give me a note to say where you are putting it.

 

The Oracle Of New Delphi               by: Hypatia

 

"Put me down! I don’t want to be Emperor. I refuse to be Emperor. Long live the republic" I, Claudius by Robert Graves

"It was a splendid sight to see his rush; only one felt a longing to stop the merciless shots that were being aimed at him. It seemed a race between him and is fate." Adventures and Accidents by Lord Baden Powel

 

During the latter half of the twentieth century technology started a rapid advancement, everyone knows about the early experiments in cloning and the introduction of computers into the fabric of our society. The big breakthrough came in the year 2020 with the introduction of molecular memory and the fact that as soon as the latest computer came on line it could be immediately used to design and build its successor. This was a glorious time every one was happy, those that weren’t were classed as crackpots and freaks.

The first great scare of the computer age had been the so-called Millennium Bug, back in the year 1999 this had come to nothing. The great solar storm of 2005 had affected radio and television but besides some electrical problems in North America it had just been a brilliant firework show, three nights of aurora. The Final threat that had been averted was the threat of a virus or hacker being able to disable a large proportion of the world’s computers from a personal computer. This was achieved when the Internet policing act of 2045 came into effect.

The policing policy was easy all Internet communications went through regional control centres, these centres censored, scanned then relayed all internet traffic providing a safe reliable if not rather bland service. This was my place of work 3^rd floor, office 317 North West England National Internet Service based just outside Manchester. I am a Snooper, when you wonder if any one is listening to you or taking note of what you are doing on the nets it is possibly me. If you stay within the rules then you won’t come to my notice but if you are a Hacker, Porn Merchant, Subversive or Political Dissident the Cray Supercomputer buried 100ft underground will flag you and a Snooper will be on you from MI5 IT surveillance group.

The thing that the general population does not realise is how dependent on computers our society is not one aspect of life from healthcare to the traffic control systems and the automated farms is without total electronic dependency. Any thing that is totally dependant on another is vulnerable to attack, our world is vulnerable to the crackpots and freaks, my job is to find them electronically and physically then remove the threat.

The group that I had been tracking for a long time was a terrorist group called The Society For Genetic Advancement a group of so called intellectuals that felt that the Human Cloning and Genetic Manipulation laws do not apply to them, right or not I don’t care I have to find infiltrate and gather information this group for a later prosecution.

The Problem with these renegade biologists was that they could work from any small set up with very little risk of detection, no heavy machinery, no chemical hazards or radiological signs to let us know where they were, a warm growth medium and a sterile area is all that’s needed for the production of biological weapons when you have a starter culture.

My job might sound all James Bond 007 but at the end of the day it involves me sitting in front of a computer picking over fragments of information and sending out my own messages, in their place, to try to make these groups compromise themselves. My office room 317 is between a cleaning cupboard, room 316, and the toilets, room 318. Once every few months I might get allowed out to go and pick up confiscated computer equipment just in case there is something I can use. Otherwise I am a normal happily married 37 year old man, a little bit thinning on top and a little bit spreading in the middle my, name is David I have two children both boys, 15 and 16 years old, and a wife who I love dearly Wendy who is 42 years old and on the plump side but wonderful to cuddle.

The day before I had a note that I had to go up to Whitehaven in Cumbria to pick up a computer that I had located in the area a week before. Seeing that the weather looked good and with the kids being at Grandmas that evening I decided to invite Wendy along for the drive and to make a day of it. We hadn’t been out without the kids for weeks her job, as the matron of a nursing home, and mine meaning some weeks we just met in passing. She eagerly accepted on condition that we went early and came back via the Lake District grabbing a pub lunch whilst we were out. I don’t mind wasting a day of work especially when I can get paid for it and claim travelling expenses so I eagerly accepted.

The trip out there was non-eventful letting the computer take control of the tatty Ford as we hit the M6 Motorway, and I sat back and relaxed placing a hand on Wendy’s plump thigh.

"Oh stop it you, concentrate on the road" she said jokingly.

"So don’t you love me any more?" I replied.

"Yes but not now" she snapped back "I am going to have to stop wearing these skirts when I am out with you, not enough protection when your feeling randy"

We settled back and watched the countryside of Cheshire merge into the urban sprawl that now joined Manchester to Liverpool and out into the metropolitan district of Lancashire until that finally dissipated into the welcome sight of green again as we started to enter Cumbria.

The Journey had taken 2 hours on the Motorway 40 miles an hour wasn’t bad on a major road now that the computers calculated traffic flow and regulated car speed and separation to try to avoid hold ups and most of the time it worked, till you got into the big cities, the few that hadn’t banned non public transport, like London. As I came off the Motorway I at last kicked in the manual drive and pressed the accelerator. The Ford electric engine pulled away with just the slightest hint of noise, ok I wasn’t going to be breaking any speed limits, but the change from the monotonous constant speed of the 5 lanes of the M6 was a relief.

Picking up the computer was a simple job it was an old system that had been just used to relay messages to and from other computers within the group with a bit of luck it might have some clues within it. I signed for it and put it in the car.

Getting in the car I turned to Wendy "Ok its now half ten Where to?"

"How about going down to Wastwater, then across to Conistion for a late lunch at The Sun Inn" she said.

"Fine by me" I agreed.

Wastwater is one of the most beautiful places in the Lake District, its bleakness and desolation and the fact that in the winter it is so deserted has always appealed to me. The other thing I like to do is visit the little church with the memorials to the mountain climbers lost worldwide.

As we drove along the edge of the road towards the lake we could see the black-mirrored surface of the water reflecting the scree-slopes on the far side giving no idea of the scale. Cloud merged into mist, which thinned to show the grey of the hills with just a little white of snow higher up. Winter was the time for the Lake District, few tourists virtually no traffic and scenery that is fantastic. I parked up and we got out to have a walk along the waters edge, I slipped my arm around Wendy, who nicely fits under my armpit, as she is only 5 foot tall, and grabbed a handful of her buttock.

"Not now" she whispered "Some one might see"

"Who?" I queried

"Well what about them?" She said as she pointed to a car approaching us.

The car was a newish Mercedes, that I had seen on the road behind us on the way but had lost sight of in the last mile or two, it parked next to our car and three youngish looking men got out none older than 25 all looking edgy.

"That’s a lot of car for kids to be driving around in, " said Wendy

"Yes either rich brats or its nicked" I said trying not to sound bothered "lets head back to the car and move on. I don’t feel like company"

Wendy agreed and we started to walk towards the car and the approaching youths who were watching us intently. The group muttered as we got closer and I pressed the car alarm button on my key ring the car beeped and the doors unlocked. One of the three nearly jumped out of his skin at this. These kids were fit, fit as I had not been even in my youth, they had no reason to be jumpy, the shortest had a couple of inches on my 5ft 10.

Wendy and I walked past them trying not to catch their eyes and as we past by we lengthened our strides to get to the car that bit quicker when all hell let loose. The noise that alerted me was the jumpy one slipping on a stone as the three of them turned on us.

"Run" I screamed at Wendy and shoved her as one of them grabbed me from behind. I might not be James Bond but I do know a few tricks so as Wendy struggled to reach the car I reached back, grabbed the crotch of the one holding me and squeezed his balls as hard as I could whilst twisting and yanking downwards. There was a gurgling noise from my assailant and I threw my head back hard, the pain of my head impacting on his nose was gratifying and he released me. Glancing up towards Wendy who was still struggling over the uneven ground, not being built or dressed for this sort of activity, I decided she needed more time so I turned round to face the three. My first attacker was on his knees holding his crotch with blood pouring down his face, so I kicked him hard in the side of the head. The third one was struggling to get up from were he had fallen over his own feet, so I screamed, "Move it" at Wendy and launched at the second thug. I got a couple of good swings in before he was ready that made firm contact with his face and body and was just starting to relax when the world went black as the third youth made contact with the back of my head.

I woke up slowly to pain in my head my body bent at an almost impossible way and a great pressure on top of me as I lay there trying to figure what was going on the world bounced up and down a few times causing my head to hurt more. Where was I? What was going on? Then I remembered the attack and things started to fall into place. I was in thee boot of a car, the weight on top of me was Wendy, and I could feel her skirt over my face with her leg across my face beneath the skirt. The feel of her leg encased in the nylon of tights inside that silky skirt and the smell of her perfume had been something I had been enjoying and trying to get more of all day now I was just worried about her and trying not to throw up.

I couldn’t move my arms they were tied so I tried shouting and banging my feet on the floor, this caused Wendy to move and start to struggle causing her second leg to land on my face and forcing my head towards that glorious panty covered area. I could feel her panties beneath her skirt and tights with my face and below the bulge of her belly resting on my chest and lower jaw I was sure I could feel her pubic mound with my nose. Why couldn’t this be four hours ago on the motorway I would have been happy about this then, but now no chance to enjoy it. The car slowed and stopped the door opened then the boot opened Wendy struggled and relaxed after a moment then I felt a sharp pain in my upper thigh and I became very very sleepy and very very relaxed, so much so that I don’t remember the rest of the journey.

The next thing I was consciously aware of was Wendy speaking "Don’t try and move and don’t try to speak I think your jaw is broken your nose is and well love they have done something to you"

I opened my eyes my face hurt I could not breath through my nose and my ribs hurt badly when I breathed. These guys must have really done a number on me whilst I was asleep. I carefully sat up hurting all over and looked at Wendy she looked like hell ashen face and eyes red from crying. Looking down I saw they had changed my clothes I was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt, then I noticed my hands they looked different larger younger. I reached up to my face and even with the swelling I new something was wrong.

Wendy approached me "Dave your not you, they hooked you up to a computer for hours next to the one you hit first" her voice was quavering at this point "Then you got up and told me that you were not Dave any more and Dave was now you"

This sounded like utter gobbledy gook to me my brain was having enough problems without this and I said angrily "What the hell are you talking about" I shouldn’t have, the pain in my jaw was terrific but some thing else was wrong my voice even with the facial damage shouldn’t sound so different.

Wendy grasped my hand "Look Dave they swapped your body. One of them is walking around as you"

Looking down I saw yes I was different, I knew that in theory that since 2042 a computer could contain the contents of a human mind but how the hell could you get it in there. These Bastards have figured it out and done it to me. Then it hit me "Oh Shit" I screamed, "Those sick bastards can access the nets they can do virtually anything as me anywhere worldwide"

This was a mistake as the pain from my jaw caused me to suddenly feel nauseous next thing I was vomiting over myself causing more and more pain from my jaw and ribs added to the fact that I could not breath with my nose this was not fun.

Wendy started banging on the door till it opened she then started pointing to me and yelling. The door opened and the third man of the group that attacked us came in looked at me and exited only to appear a few seconds later with a bowl of water towels, and a few sterile dressing packs. I continued trying to stop the choking and what had become dry heaves as he put them down and left. Wendy came over and started cleaning me up first of all clearing the vomit from my face and the front of me and then trying to gently clean my nose of encrusted blood to see what damage had been done.

"Dave your nose is broken, your jaw I think is broken, in the fight you landed on the body you are now in possibly breaking a rib or two. Move slowly talk slowly and don’t make any swift moves as the drugs, concussion and however they transferred you have probably screwed up what little brains you had" she then grabbed my arm gently and said "Come on easy love. Lets see if I can get you some clothes"

She walked across to the door and banged repeatedly when the same face appeared at the door she started arguing and jabbing her finger at him then at me. My god with all we have been through so far she’s back in control in "Nurse Wendy will be obeyed no matter what" mode. Five foot nothing of my plump round Wendy arguing with this nervous looking young man at least 6 foot 3 inches built like the original "Brick Shithouse" would have been comical if I was not feeling so bloody awful.

The clothes duly arrived and Wendy came over to help me get dressed "You seem to have him well trained" I said.

"Something’s wrong with him, a kid looking like that and at that sort of age should not be tongue tied around me I don’t think he’s who he looks like" she replied as she started to clinically strip my clothes off me.

The t-shirt hurt going over my head and then Wendy said, "Stand up and get those trousers off so we can get these on" holding a pair of jeans and boxer shorts. I bent over to strip off my jeans and underwear to find the biggest shock of my life my cock is not small, average I would say, but this thing was dam near flopping around my knee. It must have been eight or nine inches flaccid. I reached for it and felt around it felt like my old one but bigger, a lot bigger and oh my god were my balls sore.

"Leave it alone I’ve seen better" said Wendy "Lets get you dressed"

"When have you seen better?" I asked

"Oh you see a lot over the years in my job, but not many bigger" she replied as she passed me the boxers.

I put it away and slowly got dressed and as I got dressed I explained with my clearance that the person walking around as me could dump a computer virus worldwide. Whatever I placed in the system would not be flagged by any of the regional centres in this country and even possibly across the Atlantic in America due to the new treaties. If a decent virus was admitted into the American system then we could be looking at a global crash as the worlds system is overseen from the old space command centre at Cheyenne Mountain.

"What would this do?" asked Wendy

"Depending on the sophistication of the virus, and they don’t appear to be amateurs by what they have done so far, they could knock us back to the stone age. Most manufacturing, food, and health care are highly computer dependant. All power, ground traffic, Air traffic, Financial and utility distribution are totally dependent. Basically we could lose every thing that makes society today what it is, we would be well and truly fucked."

"Well aren’t there safeguards to stop this sort of thing happening" said Wendy looking concerned.

"Yes but all the programming protection works about the idea that a virus would come in a regional centre and even if it is not stopped by regional protection then the national and global will catch it. If it comes from the top down I think the regional systems will accept it that’s why security at the regional and national centre is so tight. No unauthorised person can gain access to them without a retinal scan and he whoever he is has my retinas" I explained.

Practical as always Wendy turned round to face me and said, "Ok let’s get out".

Easier said than done the room was pretty much bare. A simple mattress lay on the floor where I had been lying with a pile of vomit stained clothes. The walls had one window, which had been bricked over at sometime in the past. The light was from a single low wattage light bulb and the only other thing was the cheap plastic washing up bowl and soiled towels and dressings.

"Not much here to help us get out love" I replied.

"Are you ok to move quickly?" asked Wendy

"I’m pretty sore but I will live, why?" I said

"Because that body looks quite strong and it’s got at least 4 or 5 inches on your old one, in height as well" She joked "If I distract him do you think you can take the idiot at the door"

I thought about it for a second, yes this body was bigger and stronger with a few of my old tricks like kick them in the nuts and run like hell it might just work and I told Wendy this. I started making coughing and choking noises while Wendy banged on the door screaming and shouting that I was choking to death.

Mr Nervous opened the door Wendy stepped back and he started to come through the inward opening door. Then things happened rather fast, I hit the door as hard as I could with all the force of my new body and the man went flying getting trapped between the door and the frame. While I tried to remain conscious Wendy took over with some well-placed kicks the pointed high-heeled shoes that were no use for running devastatingly accurate around the groin of the fallen man. I grabbed the door and slammed it into the man once more to make sure and then with a last kick from Wendy we started running.

On the other side of the door was a large room full of computer equipment again only one door left this room no one was in it. On the other side of this door was a large room the nearest thing I can describe it to is a cross between a medical research lab set up for animal testing and a hospital animals, beds and amazingly complex equipment filled the room again only one door left this room.

Approaching the door cautiously I listened nothing outside could be heard. I opened the door and looked outside. We appeared to be on a large country estate the back of large Manor house lay across a large courtyard. We were in a converted stable block on one corner of the courtyard approaching from the far side was a group of people including my self. The six men and women including me were heading towards our building and the only way out was directly in front of them to the left of us about 40 or fifty yard was an old Land Rover it actually look old enough to be one of the old fossil fuel burning cars which puts it at least 35 years old.

"Ok Wendy" I whispered "Not far to a car on the left but we have to move fast as we have company"

We mad a run for it and as we headed across the courtyard I heard a shout behind me as we were spotted. On reaching the car the problems started how the hell do you drive these things? Yes I had seen my father driving one in the days before petrol was priced out of the reach of the normal population but that was thirty years ago. How did you start it? Oh yes a key. The petrol engine turned over and fired with a cloud of smoke from the exhaust, I pressed the throttle the engine roared and we did not move. Gears! Yes gears, that was the problem I pressed the clutch moved the lever about till it appeared to engage then released the clutch.

This did not have the desired effect the vehicle surged forward all of six foot and the engine died. I looked at the people chasing us they were upon us and one of them appeared to be armed with a pistol.

I turned to Wendy and said "Sorry Love" and turned back to look at the group that was now upon the car. The one with the pistol raised it took aim and fired through the window, there was a sharp pain in my shoulder and I looked down to see a large dart blossoming from my upper arm.

Yet again that day the world ended for me for a while.

Waking yet again that day was another uncomfortable feeling I was flat on my back and appeared to be restrained to a bed. I open my eyes and immediately wished I hadn’t a foot from my face was my face looking at me intently.

"He’s awake," my own voice said

"Good" came a voice from across the room from a point that I couldn’t see.

"Well Dave" my body said, "You have caused us a hell of a lot more trouble than you were supposed to. You were chosen as an easy target, easy target my arse".

"Tough Shit" was my not very witty or original reply.

"Listen Dave the only reason that you are alive is that we are not out to hurt any one. Our disagreement is with the society as a whole and its make up, not with hurting individuals"

"Yes you’re a well balanced and friendly group of sociopathic pacifists if I only took the time to get to know you we would have hours of fun together, destroying civilisation and kidnapping people. It’s what every well balanced person wants to be doing this season" was my slightly better retort.

"Listen all the pain you are feeling you did. We were just going to dart you and that would have been it." His/My voice started to get nasty "But you had to be awkward you had to bring the not so little wife with you. You had to be the hero. You had to try and escape. But I am not vindictive, its not in my nature to hold a grudge but you are a problem and I feel you will continue to be a problem."

He disappeared from my limited field of view and there was the sound of muttering then a laugh and a voice saying "yes oh yes" I was starting to get a bit more apprehensive.

I reappeared in front of me again and started talking.

"Look Dave we have to deal with you for the next three days. We could threaten your wife and family but that might not stop you. We could just kill that body you are in, it’s a spare but our aim is no loss of life. We could just remove your brain patterns to the computer then pull the plug losing all of you and saving the body you messed up but despite the slight difference this would be the same as killing you. But I have a better idea. Good night for now sweet dreams I don’t think"

There was a burning sensation in my hand and yet again I took a little nap.

Waking up yet again I felt strange. I opened my eyes. My vision from one eye was blocked from the other eye I could see a ceiling. I could hear talking in the background and could smell straw and an animal smell. I tried to sit up and found my body did not appear to want to respond properly. What the hell was going on my brain was fuzzy and I did not seem to be able to move my arms as I wanted. A brown thing flapping about caught my eye what the hell was that. I lifted my head up to look and my other eye started registering the fact that I was lying on a straw covered floor something was wrong with my face. I looked down at the moving object it was a fur-covered leg leading down to a hoof. I tried to scream but the sound that came out was not human. As I tried to stand up I heard laughing, finally sorting my legs out I got up on to all fours and took stock of what was happening. Looking down I could see two brown legs leading down to hooves, I could see a brown nose with a flash of white between my eyes, and I turned my head and looked back and saw the side and rear end of a horse. Those bastards hand turned me into an animal. The voices were behind me so I turned around carefully trying to figure out how to move my legs without falling over my feet and could see my body and Mr Nervous from the original group of attackers standing there smiling.

I tried to tell them exactly what I thought of them and all that came out was a cross between a whinny and a donkey braying.

"Calm down Dave!" my body said, "We wouldn’t want you to break a leg and have to be shot"

I quietened down and stood shivering in shock.

"Now Dave you are going to listen to me" I continued "And do as you are told as it could cost you your mind and your wife’s life. That body you are in can retain your mental patterns for about a week without too much damage. Any longer and what makes Dave, Dave will be forgotten so don’t try to escape because by next week you will be thinking like a horse. Its something we found out early on an animal brain cannot hold a human brain. In chimps it takes months before a person is lost, in rodents it takes seconds, but in horses and larger mammals we are talking about a week. So now you are going to do what you are told when you are told or we leave you as you are and perhaps put that wife of yours in a rabbit or some other suitable creature she might even keep her mind long enough to realise what has happened"

This chilled me to the core, I did not mind what happened to me but Wendy that was different I would not let any thing happen to her.

I stood head bowed down looking at the floor and my own hooves whilst standing in a stable stall. My own voice, which I was beginning to hate the sound of, continued to talk

"If you are good then you can have this body back within a week if not you can stay like that for a long, long time, twenty five to thirty years if you are lucky. Now if you understand me and are willing to cooperate then tap you hoof"

I complied and he nodded and left me on my own to my own thoughts.

After a few minutes a tall blond woman arrived and cautiously entered the stall "Ok Dave pass your head here" she said gently.

I did and she placed a harness over my head and new muzzle I could feel my ears being moved and at the back of my head it being fastened. She then took the rope attached to the harness and led me out slowly.

"Now don’t try any thing funny or else, the wife wont be the wife any more" she said menacingly and then in a more gentle tone "we just have to get you use to moving as a horse so you don’t break your neck"

The process of walking was totally different so unnatural just trying to figure out which leg to move next was a problem my body could not be left to walk on automatically as I tended to just move my rear legs. We headed down a row of stalls all quiet except for the last one nearest to the door where I could hear the stamping of hooves and whinnying.

"Don’t worry" said the woman leading me out.

I wondered was this poor individual like me trapped.

Outside I was lead to a patch of grass and walked up and down for a few minutes as I walked I gradually became use to the rhythm of walking as a horse. I didn’t think I could run but walking no longer took all my concentration. This body felt big heavy and strong but I didn’t fancy staying like this forever, the last one possibly but not this one. I noticed I had a few people watching all armed with the dart guns and decided to be good for a while.

"Ok you seem to be ok walking" my handler commented "Go and have a play in the field"

At this she led me to a large field enclosed by a barbed wire fence and unlocked a padlock on the large gate.

When she led me in the gate was closed, she removed the rope to my bridle I suppose it was called and climbed over the fence out.

I started walking slowly around the field at one end was a tin shack and an old metal bath full of water besides that it was empty. There was just grass and hedge, not a lot to work with if I intended to get out. So I started to walk around the hedges looking for anywhere I might be able to push through glancing over at the gate I could see I was still being watched so I wandered around nibbling at the grass. It still tasted like grass but for some reason it was not a bad taste so I wandered around munching and enjoying the different tastes and getting use to the sensations of being a horse it was almost tranquil pleasant experience, but I did find that horses have no bowel control as I let loose with an enormous mountain of crap. At least I don’t have to consciously think about how to do everything in this body.

Looking back at the gate my audience seemed to have deserted me so I started examining the hedge in earnest. At one point it did seem to be thinner so I started pushing through. Yes was definitely thinner here and my new thicker skin seemed to protect me against the thorns that was one good thing about this body. Then it felt like someone kicked me in the chest and I jumped back. Looking down I could see three strands of wire I touched the top one with my nose again the kick and this time pain, electrified no chance of escape here. As I started to back out there was a pain across my new hindquarters and a voice.

"You never learn do you?"

I backed out with more slaps to my arse to find the one I had dubbed Mr Nervous with two other men standing back armed with dart guns.

"What is it with you? You just don’t realise the problems you have caused given the choice I would have killed you. But it’s not my choice I have to keep you alive that’s my orders but that’s all"

I started backing off because he was punctuating his speech with a riding crop and despite what jockeys say it hurt.

"Well how am I going to stop you trying to escape? I know what will keep you busy and give you some payback for slamming that door on me" he chuckled to himself and started walking off. Turning his head back to me he shouted back "You’ve brought this on yourself"

Now I was worried I headed to the furthest point from the gate and watched him leave by climbing the gate. Moments later I saw him return with another horse large and chestnut and I thought that perhaps this was Wendy. I headed over and saw Wendy being led between two armed men behind the horse. What the hell was going on? The other horse was released in the field and was immediately bounding around and kicking its rear legs. Then it stopped and started sniffing in my direction whilst whinnying. I watched as it started to approach me making strange noises its cock extended out of its sheath. Christ it was big I looked down to see if I was built the same I couldn’t see because of my chest in the way I turned to look back from the side. This was strange I could not see my cock where was it? I could see my tail but up between the rear legs nothing. Oh shit no, No, NO! It hit me I wasn’t just a horse I was a mare, a female and that stallion was interested in me. This was some thing I was not willing to accept. He came up along side me making soft noises that I did not understand rubbing his body along side mine. His musky heavy smell sent butterflies through my stomach and I backed up to place my rear in the hedge for safety. He rubbed his neck against mine neighed loudly then bit me on the bum. At this I started running fast he nipped me again I turned and jammed my rear end into the hedge again. This was strange It felt like some one had pushed a large pillow between my rear legs up near my arsehole and damp and sticky. This body wanted it, this mare, me, was in season but my brain was in control I clenched and relaxed back there something was opening and closing, my vagina, it felt good like some one tickling my balls and prick gently. The stallion came close again I was down wind from him his smell again got to me. I could feel my vaginal lips swelling even more, more warm feelings in the pit of my stomach, my tail started to lift I was turned on more than I ever have been before. As the stallion came closer I backed up further into the hedge seeking some protection for my virtue and brushed the electrified fence. The shock made me bolt, I glanced back to see the stallion chasing. Heading towards the gate I thought I might be able to beg them to help me, any way Wendy was there she would help me. Another nip to my bum, the stallion was catching me up I just did not have the experience in this body to escape him I wasn’t fast enough. He started to climb up my back I couldn’t keep running with his weight, I tried to struggle I couldn’t his forelegs stopped me turning around he bit my neck. Whinnying with fear there was nothing I could do Wendy was watching me a shocked look on her face, my captors were laughing and joking amongst themselves. I could feel his immense organ between my rear legs I tried to force my tail down for some protection. The hot hard object moved backwards and forwards between my legs rubbing against my vaginal lips my tail raised on reflex with the rush of pleasure that went through my body. He changed angle my movement of my tail giving him better access and he banged against my anus. That hurt I tried to move and this helped him I could feel something jabbing against that hot puffy feeling between my rear legs. Oh God please no, not this, not with Wendy watching I thought. His thrusts began to open me, his enormous organ unstoppable in its progress and worse, as it forced its way in nudging further and further in stretching me almost to the point of pain the heat and the friction from this invader felt good. He paused for second to adjust himself on my back and nip the other side of my neck the heat of his body on my flanks making me tremble his fore legs grasping me hard around my rib cage and he thrust fully into me. If I could have escaped at this moment I would have, the feeling of my internal organs being forced out of the way for this massive cock nearly brought me back to reality I could feel pressure all the way up inside me. Then as he started to move backwards and forwards the pressure changed to pleasure all through my body I couldn’t help it as he withdrew I clenched not wanting it to leave me, as it thrust I thrust back wanting more. The stallions pace increased harder and harder he fucked me biting my neck and snorting until a wave of pleasure swept across me and I squeezed as hard as I could with my new muscles trying to hold him to feel him more of him. As wave after wave of new sensations came across me deep within me I could feel him start to climax the massive hot rod pulsed and appeared to expand within me as jet after jet of hot horse semen flooded my insides. The stallion lay panting upon my back the last flashes of pleasure gave way to reality as his softening weapon slid out of me leaving a dripping wet void that ached to be filled again. I tried to move and he moved off me allowing me to walk the last twenty yards to Wendy. Wendy was at the gate crying I came up to her and nuzzled her at this she threw her arms around my neck crying "I’m sorry love"

I tried to respond but what came out made no sense at all just noise and drew the attention of my recent lover. I felt the stallion sniff at my sex and tried to move out of his way, he slid his body along mine forcing himself between Wendy and me.

"Hold on love," said Wendy as the stallion’s body forced us apart "We’ll get out of this"

"Yes you will" said nervous guy "we move you tomorrow night. The day after you can be you again and on your merry way. That is if you haven’t fallen in love with Socrates here he is a great teacher isn’t he. Perhaps we should leave you together till you give him a foal," he laughed cruelly as he dragged Wendy off with the two goons.

Socrates started to push my body with his away from the gate down towards the far end of the field. Our combined juices were running down the back of my legs my bladder was bursting from the recent activity and it cut loose, washing away some of the semen but catching my tail. As I staggered on down the field in a daze I realized he was no longer with me. I turned to see him sniffing at the place I had just peed his penis again emerging from its sheath to touch the long grass he made his way towards me the rampant member waving. He was suddenly on me his weight the insistent hardness pressing at my wet sex and he was in. Oh god it felt like he was in further was he pushing on my diaphragm from the inside, I was having problems breathing my breath came in quick gasps as I again gave into the pleasure. The feel of my cunt grabbing his prick as I climaxed caused his climax and the pace of his thrusts increased till he again filled me with his seed. As he slipped out of me leaving me wanting him back fear gripped me what if they did leave us like this I could be carrying his foal. If they left me like this would my mind melt away leaving just a pregnant mare or would it still be me inside. A cool wind blew across my sopping sex sending a shiver through me, Socrates moved alongside me just touching my body and making little whinnying noises. Feeling thirsty I wandered down to the tin bath to drink an awkward thing to do as a horse but Socrates seemed to have no problems as he joined me. As the light faded I wandered around nibbling on the grass with him in tow till it finally got too dark to see. The two of us fell asleep standing next to each other and despite everything his presence was comforting.

The next morning I woke up with a start not realising where or what I was. Looking around I saw Socrates’ solid presence next to me. He moved closer to me his scent again causing this body to respond. He moved around to my rear to sniff my sex and I moved my tail out of the way for him. His nose brushed against my vaginal lips and I squeezed and released the muscles as tingles of pleasure shot through me. Taking this as an invitation he again mounted me and despite the guilt and disgust I felt I welcomed it, forcing back onto his hardness as he found his target. When he again finished I was the one who moved closer to him for comfort in the warm afterglow.

Eating and drinking occupied the rest of the morning we just stayed close together, until late morning when he had me again. The afternoon was spent together munching on grass being close; my body by late afternoon was tingling all over. His presence was affecting me, as was his lack of attention. I was acutely aware of my sex and the desire to have him again built up more and more. I started trying to get his attention moving closer rubbing against him. As he started to notice me I walked in front of him with my tail high trembling with anticipation. As he again climbed on top of me I whinnied in pleasure as he entered me. As the feelings again built up I looked up to see Wendy accompanied buy two men and the guilt built up in me, only to be washed away as the pleasure of his hot fluid filling me hit.

"Dave, Dave come here" a female voice brought me back to reality.

The woman who led me out of the stall yesterday was calling me. I wandered across in a daze she attached the rope to the bridal and led me out of the field around to the back of the house. Wendy and escort followed.

"Ok Dave" the woman said gently "we are leaving soon you will be human again tomorrow but for now into the horse box. We have to go now as this place is no longer safe"

I was led into a straw filled horsebox and the door closed behind me. How long we travelled I don’t know time has a different feel as a horse but after what seemed like a long time we stopped. It was a while before any one attended to me and the first thing I knew was the sound of arguing

"How could you do it to her Frank" was a female voice

"Look it kept him out of the way" came Franks reply

"But the damage to Hypatia could be permanent you know that a dominant personality overlaid on top of an existing mind can destroy it she may never reappear as she was You had no right" came the female voice.

"Look Jane I have had enough of this between him and his bitch of a wife this operation has just gone from bad to worse"

Jane replied angrily "But those are my horses you had no right at all to touch them. I will just have to see what I can do"

"Can’t you leave it till tomorrow night" was Franks angry comment "He can have his old body back then?"

"No" was the final word from Jane.

The horsebox door was opened and I was led off into a building the floor and walls where padded. The light inside allowed me to see who was leading me and I saw it was a Woman in her late fifties rather, thin with greying hair. She was accompanied by one of my original assailant the one who had done this to me Nervous Guy, was this Frank.

Jane started to talk to me "Dave are you still there inside?"

I whinnied eagerly in agreement

"Look Dave I am going to try to help you" she said, "Not particularly for you but for the mare you are in ‘Tia’ you should only have been transferred to an empty brain. Overlaying one on top of another is dangerous for both minds and is always fatal for one personality. Do you understand me?"

I whinnied and nodded again.

She continued "We don’t have many spare bodies around hear at the moment and from what my husband says you and your wife are both trouble." Gesturing towards Frank who was displaying a series of scratches across the bruising on his face.

"So for a day till your body gets back you are just going to have to put up with whatever we can find"

With that she picked up a large syringe that she approached me with saying "This cant be done while you are conscious too much brain activity makes it impossible so this will make you sleep"

She plunged the needle into a vein in my neck and as I started to fall onto the padded floor just as I fell asleep she said "and when you wake up it will be a whole new world"

I woke up to the sound of people running and shouting I was in a bed covered by a blanket. I was not alone there was a warm body next to me I could feel the reassuring contact of flesh on flesh and wondered what the boys were up to I opened my eyes ready to shout at them to shut up. I looked at the ceiling this was not my room.

I rolled over to face the body next to me and was surprised to see a young girl fourteen or fifteen at most lying next to me.

"Wendy" I said "Wendy is that you" she stirred and opened her eyes.

"Dave is that you?" she asked

"Yes they have changed us again to keep us out of trouble till tonight you now look like a young girl"

Her reply, which nearly floored me, was "So do you love"

I sat up quickly looking down at myself thin arms reached out to move the blanket from my chest emerged two small breasts nothing big enough to need a bra. My nipples started to react to the chill of the bedroom air stiffening to form sharp dark peaks on the small conical mounds. I looked down my smooth ever so pale stomach to the blanket across my crotch and legs. With a trembling dainty hand pulled it back to see what I dreaded nothing, just a v going down to the start of a slit. I slid my fingers through the slightly darker fuzz to grab at the slit that lay between my legs. Too hard I grabbed at it and it hurt, tears sprang to my eyes. I rolled away from Wendy not wanting her to see me cry it was too much every thing that had happened to me and I lay there facing a wall shaking with tears leaking down my face. Wendy rolled towards me reached over me for the blanket and cuddled in behind me.

She held me from behind as sobs wracked through my body, this was just too much for me to take, why did they keep doing this to me.

As the sobs eased she started talking to me in her new voice "Come on love its only for one day. That’s not to bad is it? Its not for long"

She squeezed me tighter till the sobs eased and I gradually became aware that her nose was in my longer hair and she was snuggled up behind me spoon fashion firm breasts pressed into my shoulder blades, wiry pubic hair was noticeable on my buttocks and her feet carried on past mine. She was larger than me by a fair bit.

I rolled over to look at her she was looking concerned at me. She angled her head down to give me a kiss on my forehead as she squeezed me hard. I moved up the bed slightly to get my head level with hers and tried to kiss her on the lips she hesitated for a second then reciprocated, we lay kissing and holding each other tight for a while.

The feeling of soft flesh on soft flesh was strange, my skin was ever so more sensitive and I was acutely aware of her breasts pressing against my small protuberances. Wendy had her arm around me moving it up and down rubbing my back stopping just as my buttocks started. My nipples erected and my kisses took on slightly more passion and I started caressing her buttocks with my free hand the passion of our kisses increased I started kneading her buttocks as she did mine. That felt good, but the sensations in my rock hard nipples pressing against her firm young breasts was sending signals to my groin. I started opening and closing my thighs slightly squeezing hard then relaxing that felt good. She moved a leg so one of her feet was teasing mine I moved one leg and her foot started rubbing my calf. She rolled towards me slightly her knee across my thigh stopping me doing the squeeze and release that I was enjoining so much. I moved my upper most leg try and get a decent amount of pressure on my crotch and her knee slid between my thighs soft skin against soft skin. Her leg brushed my new equipment between my legs and I trapped it between my legs forcing it against me hard. I broke off the kiss and tilted my head back with a moan from the back of my throat, Wendy obligingly moved her knee up and down an inch the glorious pressure came and released. Oh was this good my hips started twitching pushing towards her as the pressure came, away as it released. She started kissing my neck then working down with kisses to my little boob she took the nipple in her mouth. The sensations shot down through my belly button to my hot and swollen pussy, my back arched and I placed my arm around pulling her harder to my breast her hand on my buttocks was encouraging me to move faster and faster backwards and forwards. The friction was changing now. My juices seeping out to soak Wendy’s leg made it feel oily and slick but still very good. My movements started to reach a crescendo as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I forced my pussy onto her leg as hard as possible trying to hold her against me tight and my climax hit. The sensation was totally different from a male orgasm erupting through my whole body.

I started shouting in my new voice "Oh yes, yes oooh" only to be silenced by Wendy’s lips on mine.

As I slowly recovered Wendy started talking to me softly

"Feeling better now?"

"Yes" I managed to gasp, as the sensations did not seem to have ended like they would have in my body.

"Good" said Wendy "I need you to pull yourself together. I need you to be strong so I don’t lose it. We only have to last for one day like this then they say that we will be put back as normal."

"Oh" was my only reply.

"Dave I have a confession to make its my fault they stuck us in these bodies this time"

"How" I said

"Well in the car Frank was going on about how much you seemed to be enjoying Socrates and how a fat pig like me showed you liked animals beforehand. So I hit him."

"Good I hope it hurt him" I replied

"Yes it did." She smiled "He was sitting next to me so I bit, scratched and hit him. After he managed stop me he said that both of us would have to be made so we couldn’t cause any more trouble until we are released"

"Don’t worry," I said, "He was a sadistic bastard anyway, and he probably would have done something like this to me any way. I’m just sorry he got you too"

Wendy giggled "Sorry why? I haven’t looked like this for twenty-five years, its fun for a day. You’re the one I am concerned with, it’s been a hell of a couple of days"

"Wendy I have a confession to make" I rolled out of her arms away from her I could not look at her for this.

"When I was that horse I hated it at first just the fact of being an animal was bad enough. But when he let Socrates into the field that was awful I thought I was loosing my mind. Then it happened I enjoyed it I tried not to" again I was crying Wendy snuggled up behind me to hold me, as I did so often to her.

I continued, "Just before they put me in the horse box I initiated it, I wanted him to take me"

I broke down into unintelligible sobs and Wendy started whispering to me gently "Look Dave, in my job not in the Nursing Home but in Casualty I have seen a lot. When people are scared instincts take over. People fight and get violent for no reason, big strong men cry, and little kids sit quietly with horrendous injuries. The body and the instincts take over when the mind can’t take it any more. You were in an impossible position, your instincts took over and these were the instincts of a mare in season so you wanted what a mare in season wants."

The voice behind me giggled, "Any way, as a teenager when I first met you were always horny but I thought you would grow out of it. Did you? No you became a horny man and I can see you being a problem still in fifty years. Is it surprising you became a horny mare, or a horny little girl" at this she pinched my nipple. This sent tingles to my crotch and my other nipple responded. I rolled back to face her looking at the face of this girl possibly fifteen who spoke of the experiences of my Wendy she had long brown hair in no particular style and brown eyes, filled with concern for me. Looking down I could see her breasts firm cones of a young girl with oversized nipples. I glanced down at my chest to compare mine to hers. My breasts were a lot smaller not even a handful with my new smaller hands. I tweaked my nipple with my thumb and forefinger my breasts tightened both nipples crinkling and hardening and sensations being reawakened in my groin. I reached over and pinched one of her nipples the same reactions occurred in her nipples.

"mmm" she moaned rubbing her thighs together, "no don’t do that love please"

"Why not?" I asked "you did it to me"

"Yes" she said blushing furiously "but that was different. You wont have another chance to feel what it is like from this side after today and it made you feel better. I just can’t relax and enjoy it. I do love you but how you look makes me feel somewhere between a lesbian and a child molester. I’m sorry Dave"

I hugged her tight showing no hard feelings and enjoying the sensations.

"Ok let’s get up" announced Wendy after a few minutes and sat up and got out of bed.

She was a beautiful kid old enough to be distinctly interesting with a curvy bum, the breasts not big enough to be affected by gravity yet and hair half way down her back. I felt guilty sat there enjoying the view. Looking around the drably decorated room I could see two doors one window with bars and a chair with some clothes on.

Wendy tried one of the doors, locked she walked across to the other it opened.

"We’ve got a bathroom," she said

"Ok" I answered getting carefully out of bed the floor seemed further away than it should. Looking down I could see thin almost gangly legs, leading up to the crotch.

It has just a darker touch of fur covering it but hiding nothing of the swollen slit. I bent over to see better and spread my legs slightly. Sliding my hand down my stomach I gently, touched the pubic hair and moved down between my legs my inner thighs was wet and sticky from my earlier activity, I could feel my nipples responded, I shuddered and quickly removed my hand. My skin was white no colour at all till reaching my small nipples on top of their small breasts, my hips were only just starting to spread with approaching womanhood I could feel hair on my back and reached to bring some into view, red hair. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into Wendy’s face, she had a good six inches on me.

"Come on lets get sorted," she said as she placed an arm around my shoulders and led me to the bathroom.

In the bathroom were a sink, toilet and shower. On a shelf were a few bottles of shampoo and deodorant and the like towels where on a rack. A small mirror gave me my first view of my face. A freckled red headed girl looking sad looked back at me as I brushed my hair out of my face so did she, I was a beautiful little girl possibly a young thirteen or fourteen year old.

"Do you need to pee?" asked Wendy I nodded

"Well sit down" I sat down knees tight together and Wendy said " Relax and spread your legs a bit other wise you will be covered in pee"

I sat there with the cold seat under me my feet barely touching the floor a sticky damp feeling between my slightly larger buttocks making me uncomfortably aware of my resent excitement.

"Just relax and let it happen" said Wendy

I did and it did splattering me a bit as the trickle started and finished. Very strange I thought, I couldn’t figure exactly were it came from except it was some where from my crotch. At the start and the finish it seemed to come from the back at peak flow from the front leaving me wet all along my crotch.

"Now wipe" Wendy ordered so I did "into the shower with you" Nurse Wendy was in charge again so I did what I was told.

The water hitting my small breasts caused tingles as I washed this body "Shampoo" said Wendy passing it through the shower curtain I grabbed it and preceded to wash my long red hair, a lot more of a job than my old hair.

"Have you washed yourself properly?" Came Wendy’s voice.

"What do you mean I’ve been washing myself for thirty years" I snapped back

"No. Down there love you have to keep it clean"

So I took the soap and washed my new equipment moving the soap over the plump outer lips, with my fingers I spread the lips feeling the inner structure. I felt a small bump oh god my hips jerked I stopped for a second. Well thirty-seven years old and eighteen of marriage I now know for certain where a clitoris is. I returned to washing avoiding my clitoris, which was almost too sensitive to touch and felt the inner lips open to allow my small finger some entrance into my body. It felt good and I thought not at the moment. Reaching further back I came to the intensely ticklish stretch that ran from my vagina to my anus remembering that this area was sticky with my secretions I reached around my buttocks with the soap and ran the soap between my buttocks back down over my anus towards my vagina. This felt good as well I stopped and rinsed the soap off too much on this body-felt good I could get very carried away and as Wendy says, "Now is not the time"

Turning the shower off I stepped out of the shower to find Wendy waiting with a large towel for me she wrapped me up in it as I have seen her do with our children and gave me a quick rub saying "Go and get dry while I get sorted"

Even drying this body was different the towel irritated my nipples causing them to erect the skin was too sensitive to rub hard and I was only just finishing as Wendy walked in with a towel around her head and another around her body just above her breasts.

"You haven’t dried your hair" she exclaimed and grabbed another towel to start working on my hair

"We could do with a hair drier" she said as she continued to work on my hair.

"Ok that will have to do for the moment lets get you dressed."

She walked over to the clothes and had a route through "Ok it could be worse we have an outfit each. Put these on"

Put a pile of clothes next to me as she took her clothes to the other side of the bed and started to dress. I have always enjoyed watching a woman get dressed almost as much as watching a woman undress. This young girl had my attention as she slipped on the pale blue panties a bit low on the hip and buttocks for Wendy’s normal tastes, she always says she likes knickers that keep her belly button warm. The bra was next slipping her arms through the straps and reaching behind to fasten it, fingers under the straps to arrange them correctly on the shoulders. She picked up a pair of jeans sliding her legs into them she pulled them up over her bum they were tight. Fastening them she turned to me.

"Come on you haven’t even started" She walked around to me and picked up a pretty pair of white panties turning them around the right way she said "come on step into them"

A teenage girl in tight jeans and only a bra on top was holding out a pair of girls panties for me to step into, I was having real problems with this.

"Do I have to?" I whispered

"Its either this or bare skin, I don’t mind but you might"

I slipped my feet into the panties and stood up as Wendy drew them up my legs they pulled up tightly to my groin I slipped my hand down the front adjusting them slightly at the back they pulled in to the crack of my bum.

"Ok now this" Wendy said passing me a matching bra

"Do I need this?" I asked

"For support no, to stop your nipples driving you mad and showing through this T-shirt. Yes" Wendy said.

I slipped my arms through the bra and reached back to try and fasten it I couldn’t work out the clips, it was as bad as trying to undo your first bra as a teenager.

"Turn around let me do it" said Wendy laughing at my struggles.

The bra felt uncomfortable like wearing too tight underwear as a man and I found out why women slip their fingers underneath to arrange everything, when it was sorted it didn’t feel quite as bad but I was acutely aware of wearing it.

"Ok these now" as she passed me a pair of black tights. I glared at her.

"Don’t blame me," she said.

I bundled the tights at my foot sliding one foot in then the other as I had seen Wendy do so many times before. The tights were thicker that what Wendy wears, still nylon, with thicker ribs running down the legs, it held my legs tightly as I tried to work it over my bum. Eventually I got the crotch sorted out somewhere near my crotch, rather than by my knees and a skirt was passed to me.

It had to be a skirt why not jeans? This had to be Franks doing. I slipped the denim skirt on. The skirt was tight on my bum flaring out to finish above my knees. The T-shirt was the final straw pink with embroidered flowers no arms and thin cotton straps over my shoulders my bra could be seen through the holes my arms went through. Looking down, my breasts made little lumps that showed the pattern of the lace of the bra underneath the embroidered top. I Sat down glumly as I did my skirt rode up at the back.

"Stand up again" said Wendy I did "now sit again but smooth your skirt underneath you first" I did feeling no happier.

"Right now let’s sort out that hair," she said reappearing wearing a white top and holding a hairbrush. She brushed my hair and tied it back in a pigtail with one of those elastic things that girls use, she had done the same with hers.

She sat next to me "Cheer up, you look very pretty" she said

"Just what I always wanted to hear" I snarled back with little control of my voice.

"Its only for one day don’t let them see they have beaten you" she slipped her arm around my shoulders as she sat next to me "Plus I can get my own back" her hand slipped down onto my knee and it started rubbing my nylon covered knee. It felt nice as she started to move her hand to my inner thigh I squeezed her hand with my legs and turned to kiss her she gave me a peck and removed her hand.

The key in the door ruined the moment and Franks grinning face appeared as he came in to my new viewpoint he was enormous.

"Well, well don’t we look nice" he smiled as he said this.

"Fuck You!" I answered

"No my dear Fuck You as everybody will want to with how you look at the moment, except perhaps Socrates. Now there are shoes under the bed get them on your wanted now" he ordered.

I looked under the bed and sure enough there were a pair of girls Nike trainers and a pair of black shoes. The shoes were rather like boys school shoes except for a chunky high heel. I put them on and tried to stand up, it felt strange but I could cope.

"Ok this way ladies, and don’t try anything or I might just have to spank you" He chuckled to himself over this last remark.

He led us down some stairs into a large kitchen where Jane was sat at a large table.

"Ah good morning Dave, Wendy, you must be hungry breakfast?"

We both nodded and sat down Frank passed two bowls of Cornflakes and a jug of milk two glasses of orange juice were also brought. We sat there eating while Jane talked.

"First let me apologise for your current bodies, You Dave I couldn’t leave in Tia’s body without risking her so you had to be moved we only had two available bodies on ice at the time so we had no option as to sex. You Wendy are thanks to my husbands wishes he reckoned that, as you were you were dangerous. So I had to move both of you the body choice and clothes were Franks idea, you have upset him Dave"

"Me upset him," I spluttered

"Look you want to know what’s going on, keep quiet and Ill tell you" she continued "You have been part of our plans for a long time and you have been instrumental in this new world. Now I will have to go back a fair number of years to 2035 to start Frank and his research partner Harold developed a method of accelerated cloning through hormonal treatment a mature clone as in a clone with a mature formed brain could be grown in three years, four years for every one in treatment. Barry who is now in you body about ten years ago developed a method of recording all information in the brain then with some help from elsewhere developed erasing a brain and re writing a brain. The information in your brain is what makes you a person. My field is Genetic Engineering improving the species. That body that you’re in at the moment Dave will be mine in another year it’s a bit young yet and as a person of some authority I cant appear too young. It’s a good body, beefed up immune system longer period of fertility up to about 60 years then a slow down rather than rapid menopause. That I can tell you will be an achievement for women world wide and it should be good for 100 years, plenty of time to grow another one."

"You see Dave our group wasn’t just scientists we were old scientists I am the youngest at 70 years old" she said I was surprised at this. "Us and other like us word wide are what has made life what it is like today and the ideas that we have that can make life better for all are opposed at all turns by politicians, businessmen and companies. We could have stopped the common cold years ago but do you know how much the cold is worth to pharmaceutical companies."

"No" I answered

"Billions in income for remedies that do nothing. With crime and civil disturbance appropriate drugs and programming in the water and food will make things a lot better" she said.

"Now wait a minute this is exactly why I try to stop you people one minute its just for the good of all then is drugging brainwashing and you are the only people to lead us." I piped in "Your system is flawed as it always revolves about you being in charge"

"But its done now" Jane said, "money, property and ownership is now no more. The stock market has closed for the last time. As you know the world works through information that information is no more and we as in our group will come to make peace in the chaos we will be welcomed by all we are the people who can make the world work again this time as it should"

I looked at her face how could such a nice little old lady who loved her horse be as nutty as a fruitcake?

" Anyway Dave, Wendy the rest of the people coming here should reach us today about 100 in all. There are fifty of these bases countrywide thousands worldwide, our time has come and yours has gone, your body will arrive with the main group and then you can leave us to do what you like your part in this plan is now fulfilled and I think being a thirteen year old girl is not really your style. What about you Wendy you like being nearly fifteen?"

We both shook our heads

"Well Frank will see you back to your room" she dismissed us and Frank led us back up to the drab room.

As the door was locked we looked at each other Wendy spoke first "Is she for real?"

"Unfortunately yes" I replied, "This is why the MI5 set up us, the snoopers. Information is power but misinformation and fanaticism is worse. Think of Hitler in the 1930s one voice and a people followed. This sort of thing is not unusual, as people want something to believe in especially if it’s something to their advantage. The Jew is your problem the cause of all our troubles its not your fault and a country now has someone to blame, atrocities are committed.

The other form of fanaticism is follow me and you shall have everlasting life. This woman has combined the best elements of both sides, follow her and you could have everlasting life, politicians and companies cause all the problems of your life and she will make it all better for all. This bitch might just pull it off"

"With the computers down how bad will it be out there?" Wendy asked

"Hell" was my reply.

We sat there in silence thinking of the kids and our families neither one of us wanting to express what we feared.

Finally Wendy broke the silence "Do you think the boys are safe"

"With your Father, the ex Greek war veteran, the man who scared the shit out of me for the first year I knew you no most definably not. More than a day with him and they will be invading Turkey again."

She smiled at me "Daddy isn’t that bad you must know that by now"

I answered with a laugh "And you call a geriatric homicidal maniac with a passion for firearms not that bad"

"Well I did see you using a few of his tricks didn’t I when they attacked you" she said.

"Yes you did and they worked," I conceded.

My father in law was a veteran of the Royal Marines and had been sent to Greece after the Turkish invasion in 2030 even now after eighteen years of marriage he scared the shit out of me. It was the one place I knew the kids would be safe. Any one who messed with him would have extra ventilation holes in the skull.

We sat there for a long time contemplating what had happened to the world we knew and us until a pressing need got my attention, my bladder. Women’s clothes are not designed for practicality just like their bodies, I stood in front of the toilet realising that the old methods did not apply so I turned around and lifted my skirt, then I couldn’t find the waist band of my tights, it was caught above the waist of my skirt I eventually got them down and the panties and sat on the seat which was cold. The sensation as before was a bit like as a man but a lot wetter and I had to use plenty of toilet paper to dry my self. I looked the hair on my groin and felt down along the lips of my sex and cold shudder went through me I was going to be glad to get my dick back. I wonder if Wendy would mind keeping that body for a day or two when I do it could be fun.

The rest of the day went slowly with little to do but talk and eat when meals were passed in by the end of the day I was just about comfortable with the tights and shoes but not with the bra or skirt I was adjusting the bra straps again when Frank walked in again.

"Having problems are we," he sneered, "the group heading here hasn’t arrived yet so you’re stuck for the night. We’ll have to sort you out in the morning now so good night ladies" he through some clothes on the bed "What no goodnight kiss for Uncle Frank"

"Fuck off dickhead" Was Wendy’s answer much to my surprise.

Frank locked up and we examined the clothes two night dresses again Frank was being vindictive. For Wendy a t-shirt style nightdress with a large duck with a nightcap and pillow printed on the front. For me a pink satiny thing with lace on the chest, hem and straps. We got undressed and found out why women scratch after removing a bra, the relief. I was not going to wear one of those things a minute longer than necessary. I put on the night dresses it was slippery against my skin and an elastic strip pulled it in just below my boobs the lace was itchy on my chest and the straps felt strange. We got into our bed and held each other till we fell asleep. Sometime during the night I woke up with a start, in her sleep Wendy’s arm had fallen across my chest and the pressure on my little boob had woken me I moved her hand and rubbed the sore little breast to make it feel better, then I rubbed the other one so it didn’t feel left out. My hand sneaked down the front of me to stroke my lower belly and pubic mound. As I wondered if my body had arrived I lay there rubbing my pussy through the nightdress until I reached a gentle and quiet climax.

The next morning Frank woke us up banging open the door "up and follow me ladies, no time to get dressed"

We followed the stairs cold on my feet down to the kitchen Jane was waiting there.

"Dave Wendy I have a problem and so do you" she said, "the main party of our group was due to be here by now. They were travelling as a group after the virus was launched to avoid suspicion beforehand. We know the rendezvous point we know their route. Now it is possible that your body, Dave, hasn’t reached them yet as you were the contact to tell them were to come to. For security reasons we felt our location couldn’t be released until the plan was operational. So I am heading down to meet them and see what the problem is. There are only four of us here at the moment and for travelling I feel I need all four for strength of numbers. So what do I do with you I could just lock you in the room till we get back but I am not that cruel so you can have the run of the house till we get back as all sensitive areas are well and truly locked. If you want to leave be my guest but if you want to get back to normal please stay. The choice is yours we should only be two days at most" and she left saying "Food is in the kitchen, clothes in the next room along from yours see you soon"

Like a mother leaving her children she departed leaving us in the kitchen. We sat there for a minute listening to the sound of a car starting and moving off, the sound finally being lost in the distance.

"Do you think she’s serious?" asked Wendy

"Probably" I answered, "What am I going to do run off looking like this?"

"True" she said, " If we upset them too much we could be stuck like this"

"No thanks I am going to be a good little boy," I said

"I think looking like that you mean good little girl," Wendy pointed out.

I changed the subject "How about we forget that and try to sort out some breakfast" and I stood up. As I walked across the kitchen towards the old fashioned range I was very aware of the satin nightdress swishing against my bum, my nipples were little pebbles pushing through the thin material. I started opening cupboards and found cooking equipment on an upper shelf I spotted some coffee. I reached up to get it and couldn’t reach.

"Wendy do you mind getting this for me? I can’t reach it"

Wendy grabbed the coffee "there you go" she said patting me on the bum "You make the brew while I sort out the food."

A few minutes later we were sat down eating cereal and sipping at the coffee when Wendy piped up "What do we do now?"

"The first thing we do is find some decent clothes, then we find out all we can about this place" I said then grimaced as I took a sip of my coffee "I wish they had some decent stuff" I commented.

"Why tastes fine to me, perhaps your tastes have changed," said Wendy.

We ate up and headed back up the steps towards our room and entered the next room along the passage. A similar room to ours lay inside the door except the bathroom was on the other side and the bars on the window were missing. There was also the addition of two wardrobes, a large chest of drawers and a dressing table with various women’s accessories like make up on. In the mirror I caught sight of my self a pretty little red head stood next to her older friend both in their night clothes hair disorganized from sleep my young curves showing through the pink satin, Wendy’s more mature curves visible through the t-shirt. It was a sight our two sons would have given their left bollocks to see, and even me who has no had interest in young girls since the age of sixteen was getting tingles in my groin and a puffy feeling between my legs.

I sat down on the bed it felt like someone had rolled up something and shoved it between my legs and I was sitting with my crotch exactly on it.

"Well you go and get washed and sorted I’ll see what we can put on" said Wendy

I went in the bathroom and took care of the urgent call of my bladder first, the puffiness of my genitals seeming to reduce the amount of wetness from the urine, but perhaps it was just the fact that they were damp already. Then my bowels joined in and it was dam near the same as my male body at least not every thing is different. I removed my nightdress and stepped into the shower. I tried not to look at my self as I washed, to imagine I was just me but everything about this body conspired to remind me of what I was, a girl. The water hitting my small breasts, the soap over my nipples and groin even the lack of hair on this body meaning that the water clung that bit tighter to my skin. All this depressed me along with the thought of would I get my body back. I grabbed two towels and wrapped my hair up in one and tried to wrap the other one around my body as I had seen Wendy do the day before I didn’t work and I just put It around my shoulders to walk into the other room.

"Well love we don’t have a lot of choice in clothing" Wendy said " Mainly skirts and tops you do have a pair of jeans but they are pink"

"Oh brilliant" I said

"There is a nice little blue dress if you prefer?" she smiled at me

"No I will put up with the jeans" I scowled back at her

"Well get dry and dressed then I will sort out your hair when I get out" she finished as she walked towards the bathroom.

I looked at the selection of clothes pink jeans again a white bra and panty set, pink socks, pink girls trainers and a white sweat shirt with a print of a kitten playing with a ball of wool. Someone had a really warped sense of cute fashion. I looked in the wardrobe that was open obviously this body was not expected to be used for long periods two or three skirts a few tops and a couple of pairs of shoes was all that was in there. I walked over to the chest of draws opening the top drawer I found bra and knickers, too big for me, I held up one of the bras to my small chest and I nowhere near filled the cups. Looking at the size on the label I saw 34A. Wendy must be having nearly as many problems as me I thought as she used to be a well-developed 44DD. Next drawer down was tights, socks and nightwear again Wendy’s so I continued to the third drawer In this was my underwear white pink and blue panties and bras all greeted me. the bottom drawer was socks a few packets of tights and a couple of night dresses. Pulling out the night wear I thought maybe Frank wasn’t being so vindictive the other two night dresses were a yellow baby doll set in nylon and a short t shirt with a picture of a little girl with her thumb in her mouth. Underneath this were the words "I’m Sleepy"

Wendy came out of the bathroom wrapped in towels and said, "Found any thing you would prefer to wear?"

"No" I muttered back

"You know I think all these clothes have been chosen by Jane," she said while getting dry "It’s just like my Grandmother used to buy for me when I was a kid. Overkill on the cutesy wootsy little innocent girl, when all I wanted was stuff to get a boys attention."

"Well I don’t want to get a boys attention" I remarked, "some thing plain and normal would do me"

I put on the Knickers again trying to get them so they didn’t fall in the crack of my bum and covered my groin rather than digging in. Then I put on the jeans they were tight grasping what curves I had in my bum and legs tightly. Looking down as I fastened them I was sure looking at the smooth V down to my crotch that I could see my pussy being split by the seam. It certainly felt like it was. I decided to leave the bra and slipped the sweatshirt on the fluffy inner irritated my nipples and they sprang up. I pulled my hair through the neck of the sweatshirt and heard a whistle.

"And you don’t want the boys attention. If I had looked like that at your age the things I could have done, if daddy would have ever let me out of the house. But Dave speaking with nearly thirty years of experience with boobs put on the bra if Frank comes back you don’t want him enjoying the view" she said nodding at my chest.

I looked down and saw that although my nipples were not even half the size of hers they were clearly visible. I reluctantly removed the sweatshirt the material again brushing my nipples sending tingles to my groin and picked up the bra.

"Put it on backwards to fasten the clip then spin it around to put your arms through the straps" she suggested.

I did as she said and went through the rigmarole of adjusting the cups and straps. It was uncomfortable and my face showed it. She walked over and has a feel of the back and the front and said "looks a bit tight on you perhaps you need a real bra."

"What do you mean a real bra?" I answered

"Well if you look at the label it says age 12 to 13 it’s a training bra"

"It will have to do till I get back to normal" I replied

Wendy bushed my long hair I slipped my pink socks and trainers on my feet as she got dressed in the jeans from yesterday and we set about exploring our environment.

We started in the kitchen and found it opened onto a pleasant dining room with about ten tables none laid through another room we came to a foyer with a desk saying reception and a large number of keys. We were in a small hotel our room was one of the staff quarters. We picked a few of the keys and explored a few of the rooms nothing much exciting only one of the rooms looked occupied and judging by the clothes it was Jane’s.

Outside the front door we came to a long drive a small car park and fields in one of the fields were two young looking cows and further away in another was a rather large bull. Tia and Socrates occupied the field on the other side I shuddered as I remembered my experiences.

Wendy grabbed my hand and led me around the back of the hotel to a number of out buildings including a stable block and a tool shed the larger two buildings were locked up tight we decided not to force the door for fear of annoying our captors. Inside the hotel there were six further rooms along the staff corridor one of which had been occupied according to the unmade bed an old Roberts’s radio stood on the bed side cabinet, male underwear lay on the floor I grabbed the radio after a quick fruitless search and we continued. Two of the last five rooms were locked the other three contained supplies of canned foods in one dried foods in the next and cleaning and toiletries in the last. Back down in the kitchen we found a large walk in freezer very well stocked. We sat down at the kitchen table and I plugged in the radio it came on these people defiantly had power. Starting with the FM band I worked through all the bands nothing just static even the electronic noise on the short wave was absent. Wendy looked pale as she came over with a cup of coffee, less coffee and more milk and sugar this time.

"Anything at all" love she asked

"No were probably in a bad reception area" I said trying not to let my concern show in my voice "We need an aerial, we can sort it out after this" I indicated my coffee.

Looking up on the roof I had seen an old television aerial from the days before Digital Satellite Television took over it wasn’t the aerial I was after but the cable. Finding the key saying roof in the office we headed up four flights of stairs to the roof. The key was stiff as was the door so I had to ask Wendy to help. Stepping outside I could see a large flat roof with a large proportion covered by solar cells sandbags were piled up against the rail all around and looking out about half a mile away I could see a barn. These people were prepared for a siege. In one corner was the TV aerial with coax cable still attached I pulled at it but again I wasn’t strong enough.

"Come here love let me do it" said Wendy

This was irritating. Having got the cable I ran it, well Wendy ran it through the kitchen window to a tree near the house. I attached a spool of cable I had seen in the tool shed to the inner of it and Wendy climbed the tree with it. As her tight denim covered rear ascended I thought well she never would have been doing that last week.

With no connector for the radio I just stripped the coax and shoved it in the socket. Immediately I went back to the short wave bands if any one was out there they would be on here. Nothing at 14 megahertz, nothing at 9 then at the 7 megahertz the voices started to arrive voices speaking of horror.

"We need help please any one." One voice came through strong "I repeat the message at 00:15 hours the night before last that is 24^th February the North Deighton Fusion Power plant near Wetherby blew. I am in Bradford Casualties are high. Leeds is gone as is York probably we need help please help us if any rescue group can hear us. I repeat…"

I tuned the radio down slightly further another voice "I am in Croydon and as I look north I can see the flames of Central London the smoke must be visible for hundreds of miles there is no fire service left to do anything. One of the refugees told me that it was caused by a plane trying to land…."

Down a bit further the Hams, that rather strange breed that I had always classed as one level above a train spotter, were reporting the death of our country, as the day wore on the Americans started to come through telling similar stories, New York gone, armed gangs roaming the city streets. The voices continued into the night as we sat there listening in silence we eat beans on toast to the stories of the death of millions.

At one point Wendy with tears running down her face said "Isn’t there any thing we can do to help?"

"No" I answered trying to make my young voice sound as stern as possible "except make them pay when they get back" I was going to make that Jane put me back in my body, then I was going to take great pleasure in killing all of them.

Eventually we both fell asleep in the kitchen to the voices pleading for help that could not and would not come.

I woke up after an uncomfortable night of nightmares to the sound of static from the radio the coax had pulled out I switched it off without replacing it. I was aching from sleeping in the chair Wendy was still asleep I put some more wood on the range to fire it up a bit more and made two cups coffee. I woke Wendy up and passed her a cup, her eyes were red from crying, and her hair was a mess. I brushed my hair from my face and realised I must not look much better, I felt sticky and the bra was uncomfortable my panties has rode up into the crack of my ass. As we had our coffee I spoke.

"Wendy I know you are not one for violence or revenge but these bastards have to pay for what they have done. Do you agree?"

"Yes" she said her voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"Ok" I continued "We give breakfast a miss because they are due back some time today and after we get sorted we check out those last two rooms. This place is set up to be defended there must be weapons and they will be inside where the could be got at quickly."

"But the doors locked how will we get in?" she asked

"Don’t worry I know how" I answered.

We both took separate rooms to shower to save time and after drying I put on a longer skirt with a pale blue blouse my legs were cold underneath it I fished in the bottom draw for one of the packets of tights. I opened them these were more like what Wendy thin things which seemed to grip my legs incredibly snugly. I eventually got them all sorted out fitting where they should and not down by my knees and I felt warmer surprisingly warm for such thin flimsy things. I looked in the wardrobe at the shoes that where left black pointed things with a heel not very big but no thanks. My pink trainers would look ridiculous so I went through to our original room for the black shoes I had worn on the first day. As my legs moved I was sure I could hear the nylon brushing together at my thighs I glanced down to see my little toes visible through the reinforced toe of the tights as I walked. I was putting the black shoes on as Wendy came out of the shower.

"You know you look nice," she said. I made no comment. We walked to the other room

"You sure you don’t want a little lipstick" she was trying to wind me up and it was working

"Look love" I said as she sat on the bed "Its still me in here tatty jeans and a T shirt Dave I don’t want all this crap and I don’t want any bloody lipstick"

She pulled me towards her till I sat on her knee "I know I was just checking it was still you in there." She kissed me passionately and rolled me skilfully from her knee to the bed. "Just relax and enjoy it," she said as she slid her hand up my nylon-encased leg.

Starting with the calf she worked her hand up the inside of my leg lingering for a while at he inside of my knee. With her other hand she undid the buttons of my blouse rubbing my breasts through the bra then pulling the little cups down to get better access to them. Her hand by this time had worked its way up my inner thighs to rest flat on my crotch her thumb on the front of my pubic mound four fingers pressing at my sex. As she rubbed backwards and forwards she kissed my nipple and a gasp escaped my lips. I tried to reciprocate by sliding a hand under her towel up her leg.

"No love" she responded as she pushed my hand away with her free hand. She started sucking hard on my nipple.

"Yesssss" I said and my hips started making involuntary movements towards her hand. Then her hand came off my sex only to move up my belly.

"Oh Please love, please" was all I could say her hand slipped under the waist band of my tights then her finger insinuated their way into my panties they rubbed through my sparse pubic hair and worked their way over the edge and down the slit. With one finger she gently teased the lips open until she could start moving my juices up towards my clitoris when I was wet enough her thumb started teasing my front part of my sex while her longest finger slid into my vagina an inch or two with her other fingers she squeezed the lips around her invading finger.

"Oh yes, oh yes oh god yes" I crying as my first climax hit but she didn’t stop there she carried on not quite touching my clitoris but making other parts of the lips rub against it. I came again twice in quick succession the final one causing every muscle in my body to tense up and I bit my bottom lip

"Nnnnghhh" was the only sound I was able to make.

Wendy released my nipple but kept her hand caressing my pussy gently. I could feel the panties digging into the crack of my bum, my tights were digging into my back and my skirt was bunched up around my waist.

She looked down at me "Dave love, I have something very important to ask you"

"Yes, what" remembering the last time I woke up to a blowjob I ended up agreeing to decorate the living room.

"Dave, do you like this body"

"Yes why?"

"Because I want to keep it if you don’t mind" she continued, "This is how I want to look for you and when you’re a man again I want you to be my first and only lover. If you want a different body I don’t mind but I don’t mind you back as you. As I was I was fat you called it plump and never kept your hands off me but I was and always had been even as a little girl fat. Could you love me looking like this?"

Who was she kidding no red blooded male could not love that body and with my Wendy inside perfection, I told her so. "Whatever you want I want because I love you"

She kissed me I joked "why would you like me with the big dick?"

Her face turned red "No it was just if you wanted to that was all"

"I might let me think on it and see if it is possible" I answered. She removed her hand from my tights and panties I was wet and sticky from between my buttocks to my pubic hair. I rearranged my bra and tried unsuccessfully to walk to the toilet without letting my knickers get wet and hampered by the fact my tights were down my thighs.

Wendy laughed "Its get your own back time, now you can see why I used to say no. Can you imagine walking around like that all day?"

"I wouldn’t like to, I apologise I’m sorry now excuse me while I get cleaned up" I hobbled off to the toilet and sat down taking the flannel I wiped myself down. It was everywhere in my hair down my legs up my bum, when finished I found that there was no towels here so I carefully patted dry with some toilet paper. Then as my cold and damp panties reached my crotch my bladder decided to wake up I dropped them again and as the flow started I was thinking Jane had said this was an improved body it never stopped leaking.

When I was sorted I went back to the bedroom Jane was dressed rather similar to me long black skirt with pleats a white blouse and tights the only difference was the fact she was wearing sandals with a wedge heel. Looking at her I compared her bust to mine I defiantly had nothing on her.

"I thought today for your last day as a girl we could be sisters"

"What ever you say dear," I said as patronisingly as I could with this voice.

"Ok what are we going to do today?" she asked ignoring my sarcasm.

"Well dear sister we are going to find were the weapons are stored, break in take what we need and set up an ambush for Aunty Jane, Uncle Frank and any friends they bring make them turn me back into a man, any man will do and blow their brains out. Afterwards I’ll take you back inside and shag the brains out of that cute little body"

"Oh that will be nice," she said while cupping a boob "because I’m a horny little girl who needs her Dave back." She grinned at me "well my little sister you don’t look like a Dave. For today your Katherine with a K Kathy for short"

"What ever you say dear," I replied again.

"Ok come on show me how we are going to break into those rooms Kathy," she said while grabbing my hand.

From the tool shed I grabbed an electric drill and jigsaw. Wendy helped carrying the reel of the extension cable that was too heavy for me to carry. We came to the first door I drilled a hole and used the jigsaw to cut around the lock, not very subtle but it worked. In this room were boxes and boxes of medical supplies.

Pointing to one case Wendy said "There’s enough diamorphine there to keep every junky in Manchester happy for a week." Interesting but not what I was looking for I started on the second door.

I opened the door after cutting around the lock it was black inside. I felt inside the door and found a light switch there were steps heading down to the glow of a fluorescent tube. At the bottom the stairs turned sharply right to come back underneath the hotel and we saw a large room.

"Bingo" I said the room was full of firearms and ammunition most of which I did not recognise. But some thanks to my father in law were instantly recognisable 7.62mm SLR’s, a row of them were racked against the wall I pulled one off the rack and found out that I was not going to be using one, too big and too heavy.

"Wendy do you think you can manage this?" I asked struggling to pass it to her.

She took it drew back the slide at the side to cock it canted it over to check there was no round in, released the slide and aimed at the ceiling. There was a loud click removing a magazine from a box she found it pre loaded she placed it underneath and slammed it home.

"Think so" she answered. I stood there with my mouth open this was a side of Wendy I had never seen before.

She saw my face and said "I was always daddy’s little girl and with a daddy like mine this is what I learnt."

"Ok what else is useful here?" I asked

She pointed to four larger weapons on bipods at one end of the room "7.62mm General Purpose Machine Gun, 750 rounds per minute fire rate and its an antique like these" pointing at the rifle that she was holding

"Will they work?" I asked

"Should do," she answered

"Ok can we get one on the roof to cover the drive do you think"

"Should be able to" she said and continued nosing around " Claymores" she shouted spotting one box.

"What Scottish swords" I answered

"No anti personnel mines" She shouted

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"Dad used to sneak me down to the range from about the time I was five by the time I was sixteen I could handle most weapons. But these are antiques just like my dads friend Uncle John had ex British military. He was a teacher in the marines and amateur historian. Ancient weapons were his passion."

"Your not telling me you used antipersonnel mines on the range?"

"No" she admitted "but years of classic films from Apocalypse Now to Platoon and Hamburger Hill filled in the gaps"

"Ok what can I use?" I asked

"Over there" she indicated a rack of large pistols "Browning 9mm pistol and I’m not sure about the slightly smaller pistols at the very end"

We walked over to the rack at the far end were ten smaller pistols were racked "Beretta’s" she said, "some one has taste" again there was a case of ammunition on the floor next to them. She took one off the rack and dropped the magazine out of the handle into her other hand placing this on the side she drew the slide back and checked it was empty she gently squeezed the trigger and it clicked. She smiled and replaced the magazine.

"Ok let’s go out side and get you checked out on this." She slung the SLR across her chest just below her boobs and passed me the pistol and a box of bullets the grabbed a Browning and another box of bullets. We walked up to the kitchen and we sat down at the table while she showed me how to load the magazine with 13 rounds my small fingers had problems with the spring. Then she showed me how to slide a round into the chamber.

"Now she said you can keep one round in the chamber it is virtually impossible to knock off the safety by accident but if you don’t expect action don’t keep one in the chamber its safer."

Outside I took out my aggression on two defenceless beans tins the shots echoing out over the landscape. The beans won, but by the end I was within four or five inches of the can. I was disgusted but Wendy assured me that at thirty feet that was adequate.

"Can you do better?" I asked she raised the Browning took aim and the tin exploded.

"Must be this gun" I said

"Pistol or weapon. Pass it here" I did and the same promptly happened to the other tin.

"Don’t worry I’ve had years of practice. If you aim for the body mass with how you are doing at the moment you will hit. The only thing is aim for the body and make your first shot count"

Between us we carted the GPMG up stairs onto the roof and arranged a tarpaulin over it. Then between us we managed to get two boxes of ammunition upstairs. With that even I was able to hit a target walking the tracer onto it though it took all my effort to wrestle the weapon.

These set up we decided to break into the last two large outbuildings. One was set up as a veterinary surgery with operating equipment and even a portable X Ray if we had some one to use it the last was obviously the mind swap equipment. Two large computers stood side-by-side against one wall along the other wall was a row of beds on which lay Wendy’s body hooked up to a ventilator.

"Dave after living like this I don’t want to go back to that are you sure you can love me like this?"

"Yes I am love its you I have loved for eighteen years of marriage if it was just physical appearance that was the basis of this marriage then it wouldn’t have lasted eighteen months" I squeezed her hand "Plus I can trade you in for a newer model without losing my initial investment"

"Hey you" she punched me in the arm, it hurt " I either love you our I want to kill you"

"What ever you say dear" was my reply

"Hey I am trying to be serious here," she said

"Yes but it’s a rebirth love not a death" I explained, "You will be you the person I love for a lot longer"

"Thank you" she said and switched off the ventilator the body didn’t even try to make another breath it just stopped breathing minutes later the empty shell was dead.

"That’s it love I am officially a pervert I’m now married to a girl who’s not even fifteen yet"

She smiled at me "And I’m the bigger pervert married to a thirteen year old girl, at least until they get back. Can you do any thing with the computer love to figure it out how to get back?"

I switched on the computer system but even before it would boot up it wanted a password up to twelve characters long. I turned to Wendy "No chance love if I can get the password out of them then yes if not then I could type in randomly for the rest of my life and not hit lucky"

"Ok then we will have to get it out of them because I want my husband back to enjoy the new me, no offence I love my little sister but I cant relax to love you as a lover. Lets be honest I like men and I’m not going to change."

"That’s ok as I intend to be one soon." I agreed

"Good" said Wendy

We made our way onto the roof and camped out there for the day we ate up there, we drank up there, we opened up the nearest room to the roof access and one person was on watch while the other slept.

Three days later they still hadn’t arrived. Tempers were frayed I was concerned we wouldn’t see them again Wendy was concerned that they would when we weren’t expecting it. On the fourth day of them being overdue I was in the tool shed I should have been on the roof but I was seeing if I could sort out the aerial on the radio, which had come out again I found a connector I thought I could make fit and came out of the tool shed to see a land rover parked up outside two men where getting out both unshaven and dirty.

"Well looks here a pretty little girl. He said there was food and medicine but nothing about pussy," said one

"There may be more in side you catch her I’ll check inside," said the other

The first one approached me and I backed up towards the tool shed. The man was on me in a second pushing me back into the shed. He was in his late thirties and he spoke with a strong Yorkshire accent.

"Slow down there you might hurt yourself I wouldn’t want you be hurt before we get to know each other".

He reached and grabbed my arm pulling me towards him I fought and kicked He changed his grip and grabbed my hair he could keep me at arms length with his longer reach and extra height I couldn’t do any thing my feet were off the ground tears coursed down my face I screamed in pain.

"Be nice and you wont get hurt" he said

I ceased my struggles he let my feet touch the ground and he pulled me towards him his hand slid up my sweatshirt, the one with the kitten on the front, and up under my bra he squeezed hard I shrieked in pain. Hi kissed me as I screamed. He stunk and his beard prickled my face. His hand reached under my short skirt and grabbed my tights and panties and pulled hard they ripped. His rough finger poked at my pussy there was no pleasure just pain as it invaded me hitting an obstruction within me.

"Well a virgin I haven’t had one of those before" he said "I’ll save that for later, till then I’ve got something for you"

He pushed me down onto my knees unzipping his pants, a large red headed cock appeared in front of my face.

"Open your mouth for me" it brushed my lips it stunk of stale pee.

"Open your mouth for me now you little cunt" he snarled

I reached behind me and removed the Beretta from the waistband at the back of my skirt and jammed it in his crotch.

"If you want to keep that tool back up fuck head" I screamed at him he backed up three steps to my arms length his cock was till hanging out but fear had reduced it to a limp and pathetic thing.

"Turn around now with your hands up" he obliged

"Now were is a little girl like you going to get a gun" he said "I don’t think its real and even if it was a sweet little thing like you couldn’t use it"

He turned to face me

"Put it down now and I wont have to hurt you" he said his voice patronisingly sweet

"Don’t move fucker" I screamed "don’t take one fucking step"

He took a step and small black mark appeared slightly to the right of centre of his forehead the back of his head had been removed when the bullet passed through his brain he sank to his knees and fell at my feet the hole in the back of his head very evident.

No time to worry about that I ran for the hotel inside the other man was coming down the stairs to see what the noise was. I raised the Beretta and caught him in the shoulder spinning him around he fell to the floor. I stayed there covering him as I heard the sound of Wendy coming running. He started to move sitting up with his back to the wall.

"Don’t move," I screamed. He sat looking at me He started to move

"I wouldn’t" came Wendy’s voice she was covering him with the rifle from the top of the stairs

"Where do you want him?" she asked

"Outside I don’t want his stink in here" I answered grimly

"Ok you can hear her get up and get out" she motioned with the rifle "Don’t let him get near you and don’t get between him and me" she shouted to me.

I backed out of the door first keeping my weapon trained on him, he shuffled out with Wendy following

"On your knees now. Keep that fucking hand where I can see it" Wendy roared at him.

"But I’ll fall" he whimpered.

"You’ll fall a hell of a lot quicker with no fucking head" she chambered a round into the rifle to punctuate her comment. The man dropped to his knees with out question.

"Hands on the back of your head slowly." He placed one hand there with no problems the other with the shoulder I had hit would not allow him to.

"Keep that hand on your knee then if you as much as scratch your balls your dead. No warnings, no questions. Do you understand me?" there was silence to Wendy’s question.

"Now listen to me, you have pissed me off by just walking into our home uninvited your friend seems to have irritated my little sister as she has removed his brains from his skull, she is the nice one in the family, so what you say now effects what of little of your life you may have remaining. Do you understand me?"

"Yes" he muttered

I skirted well around him to come up to Wendy’s side avoiding getting in-between her and him she glanced at me and looked shocked.

"Are you ok," I nodded "was it him?" she continued.

"No his friend over there" I said indicating the corpse.

"How did you find this place and why did you come here?" Wendy asked him.

"Just found you by accident, didn’t mean any harm" he answered

"He’s lying his friend over there said something about being told about this place and he came in to see if there were any more inside" I commented

"Right now the next words you say if I feel it is not the truth I will kill you without question before you finish speaking" she took proper aim at him "how did you find us?"

"People in that car four of them all sick, an old dear dead by the time we found them" he babbled " One of them was able to tell us about this place and said he could make himself better if we could get him here, we could have what we wanted he promised, he did" his voice was whining now.

"What was wrong with them?"

"Sick, hair falling out his nose kept bleeding"

"Where are they now?" Wendy asked

"They died on the way"

"And you found this place on your own I don’t think" I joined in "where are they"

"Last one at the end of the drive" he said quickly

"Ok up into the car and lets go and have a look" I said he struggled up onto his feet and walked towards the Land Rover.

"Get in and sit down," Wendy shouted

"You get in the back and hold that pistol to the back of his head if you even think he might try anything don’t hesitate to kill him" she said to me loudly enough for him to hear.

I struggled to open the rear door then scrambled inside sitting directly behind him I placed the pistol against the back of his head and released the safety. He flinched at the click from the safety.

"That was the safety catch" I said to him all "I need to do is squeeze lightly and the last thing you will ever know is your brains leaving your skull so be a good boy. Wendy I’m sorted you can get in now."

Wendy climbed into the back and sat with the rifle pointing at the back of his seat

"Ok drive slowly" she said. The man struggle to reach down for the key, due to the wound in his shoulder, but he managed to start it. With his good arm he managed to put it into gear and drove down the driveway. It was at least a mile and a half of fields with one large barn on the left before we came to a junction slumped in the road was a figure. The car stopped Wendy got out first then as she covered him I got out. I looked at the body it was Frank looking at him I could see he had died due to his throat being cut, but along the way he had been tortured. His left ear was missing just a scabby mess the fingers of one of his hands were obviously broken. This did not bother me as much as how he looked his hair had fallen out in clumps and it looked like blisters on his skin. Radiation sickness and a hell of an amount is needed to cause death that quickly.

"Get him out now we can’t leave this body here it will attract attention" I said to Wendy.

"Move it, are you deaf or what" he half fell out of the Land Rover.

"I don’t want that inside with us" said Wendy indicating Franks body "I can see like you that radiation is involved but if that is what it was his immune system will be down god knows what he could be carrying.

I agreed and we got our captive to place the body on the bonnet he lashed it on with a bit of rope and we made our way back to the hotel.

"What now" he said

Wendy passed him a shovel "Start digging your burying them"

He started digging next to the grave we had dug for Wendy’s body, his shoulder not giving him much trouble, as I could now see I had been lucky and only just clipped him. After a few hours he had a nice size hole with much moaning and complaining.

"Bring them both over here" Wendy indicated the two bodies. "Empty their pockets onto the floor" nothing came out of Franks pockets but out of the other mans pocket came a flick knife a ladies watch three rings and a few odds and sods.

"Empty your pockets" Wendy told him. Another flick knife appeared a Stanley Knife with a retractable blade and the bits of paper that accumulate in a mans pocket.

"Ok roll them into the hole" She ordered.

He rolled his friend into the hole with no problem. With Franks larger body the force needed to roll him in re opened the wound in his shoulder he went white and moaned in pain and staggered down to his knees. Wendy’s natural compassion came forth at this point something to do with her job I think and she stepped forwards to help him.

"Don’t even think about it love. His Knife had the blood on it" I said indicating the knife he had dropped.

"Well what do we do with him?"

"Get rid of him I don’t want him here" I answered

At this our captive started begging "No, no please no. Two nice girls like you wouldn’t hurt me would you? I’ll do anything please"

"Get up and start walking" Wendy said "If you walk out of here now you can live. If I ever see you or hear you again I will shoot you without thinking"

He got up and started down the drive as fast as he could when he was about 150 yards away he stopped and turned.

"I’ll be back and when I am I’ll make you bitches suffer do you…"

There was a bang and a red cloud emerged from the back of his head. Wendy was standing with the rifle raised some wisps of smoke around her one yellow metal cartridge case lay on the ground.

"Well that sorts out that problem," I said "we’ve got a hole so lets get him in before we fill it"

The two of us walked over and grabbed a foot each and dragged him up the drive leaving a long red smear on the tarmac. Dropping him into the hole we took a spade each and filled the hole in silence.

We headed up to the upstairs room that we had claimed to be near the roof. It was a large room with one double and two single beds also it had a bath in the bathroom rather than just the shower in a lot of the rooms.

"You had to do it love" I said "If they had come back" I started shaking my ruined tights and panties reminding me of what nearly happened. Tears started running down my face, my hands wiped my face where his dick had touched me.

"He didn’t hurt you did he love" Wendy said concern all over her face.

"No" my wavering voice answered "he was going to rape me later" I broke down into tears.

Wendy took me in her arms and hugged met tight as the tears broke into full flow. She guided me into the bathroom and started the bath running, she started to remove my clothes sweatshirt first then bra to expose dirty finger marks and a bruises in the shape of his fingers on my left boob. Then she undid my shorter skirt to show my ruined tights and ripped panties bruises were evident on my thighs as was a smear of dirt from his hands leading up to my groin. I was so humiliated that she could see all this as she removed my tights and shoes.

Wendy looked and hugged me tight saying "Don’t worry love we maid the bastards pay. Come on into the bath with you" I stepped into the bath and sat there crying and shaking in the warm water.

"Shift forward love" said Wendy I did. She slid in behind legs either side of me. She reached forward too get the soap and then slipped her arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Come on let it all out" and she proceeded to wash me all over gently the contact did nothing for me, she then washed my hair breasts rubbing against my bare back doing nothing for me.

"Ok love one last thing to do can you stand up and turn around" I did and she started washing the black marks from my inner thighs. I tensed as she reached my groin she washed it for me.

"Can you open your legs a bit love" she whispered her voice full of compassion "I just want to check he hasn’t hurt you."

I did and she spread my lips I looked at the ceiling biting my bottom lip as she fiddled about down there, she wiped one last time with a flannel and stood up. Getting out of the bath she wrapped me in a towel and got me to get out of the bath as she wrapped a towel about her. After drying me and placing the night shirt, with "I’m sleepy", on me she slipped into the double bed next to me. My sobs had died out by then though I was still shaking I felt sick to my stomach, rolling on her side she slipped one arm around me the other hand caressing my face and hair.

"Come on love it is all over now" she quietly said to me, as a person talks to a frightened animal, "he hasn’t hurt you but you’ve had a hell of a shock just sleep and it wont seem quite as bad in the morning.

"But I’m stuck like this" I said, "I’m stuck as a girl"

"Not necessarily" said Wendy "Jane said there were a fifty of these places country wide and thousands world wide. We should be able to find one still working and sort you out and anyway being a girl is not the end of the world after 42 years of it and eighteen years of marriage I can tell you its good fun and very enjoyable"

"Oh goody" I said sarcastically and the sobs started again. I fell asleep crying with Wendy holding me tight.

The next morning I woke up alone in the bed light was streaming in the bedroom Wendy had let me sleep. I sat up feeling better than I had the night before I got out of the bed and turned to pull the covers back to straighten the bed when I noticed blood on the bed. I looked down my front nothing I glanced down the back of me and saw a patch of blood level with my bum on the back of me.

"Wendy, Wendy" I screamed footsteps could be heard on the roof and clattering as she came down the stairs.

"What is it?" she asked as she appeared at the door.

"I think he did some damage I’m bleeding" I explained

"Ok lets get you into the shower and get you cleaned up" she said taking charge of the situation.

In the shower I washed myself down I had some blood between thighs and it seemed to be oozing.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" Wendy asked

"No My stomach feels funny but I can’t figure out where I’m bleeding from"

"It’s ok don’t panic I know what it is" her voice lightened

"What" I asked urgently

"Well. You’ve been a bad tempered little cow these last few days, prone to tears and you’re a healthy young female. Have a guess" She was smiling as she said this.

It hit me "Oh shit you don’t mean my period do you"

"On the nose. Give the lady a prize" Wendy laughed

"Fucking brilliant" I said "over the last week I have been given a body that looks like a Greek God with a cock to make the girls come running for miles except I had already beaten it up. I was then shoved in the body of a horse and left with a randy stallion."

"But was he any good" joked Wendy

I glared at her and continued " I am then shoved into the body of a little girl that is a fourteen year old boys idea of a wet dream. My wife is then shoved in a body that is my idea of a wet dream except I’m not equipped for wet dreams. I then find my world has ended my wife knows more about guns or should I say weapons than fucking action man. That would be a lot for a week but no, not for me we set up a defensible situation, but thanks to me two men get in I blow the brains out of the one who is trying to rape me and shoot the other one find they’ve killed the only people I know who can help me get back as a man. Which I want to be because my wife has decided to keep her new body and all I need is a cock any cock and it’s all mine. My wife then shoots the bad guy we bury them all, go to bed to wake up and find I’m having a period. Then you start making jokes"

"Well I suppose you’ve had better weeks" She said her tone of voice changed "look love how can I put this you were a very loving husband I couldn’t have asked for better but now after all those years of me being ratty before my period and miserable with the bad ones. You can now see what it was like it will give you a better understanding."

"Oh wonderful" I said.

"You carry on in the shower I want to go down to the storeroom I am sure I saw some supplies there" she disappeared out the door.

She came back a few minutes later.

"Out of the shower then" she said "dry off a bit"

Ok now take this she passed me a long paper covered tube. I recognised it and started to object.

"Look love this is all they have got down there and you have few choices." Wendy was loving this I’m sure "you can ignore it but I guarantee you and your clothes will be a mess after a few hours, you can sit there on the loo for the next four days or you can use a tampon. Its not that bad I’ve used them for twenty years."

"Wonderful what a situation I am a 37 year old male with two kids and my wife’s recommendation is for tampons" I said unhappily.

"Yes its something you’re going to have to live with"

"Ok what do I do" I said unwrapping the paper to reveal two cardboard tubes.

"What you’ve never seen me do it" she said surprise in her voice

"Yes but I didn’t take notes I wasn’t expecting a quiz" The sarcasm was evident in my voice.

She ignored it and said "Ok I think showing you would probably be best." She kicked off her trainers and dropped her jeans and panties stepping out of them she grabbed one of the tubes and unwrapped it.

"Ok now first spread the lips" she did so "Now you gently slide it in towards the back if you wiggle it a bit you can get it in without hurting as your probably a virgin down there. Now press on the inner tube while holding the outer tube then remove the tubes." She was left there with a blue string dangling from her pussy.

"You’re enjoying this aren’t you" I said

"A little bit yes but mainly its because as a nurse and a woman you get used to bodily functions" she smiled sympathetically. "Can I nick the loo there?" I stood up and she sat down "when you go to the toilet just pull on the string firmly and out it comes when you are done put a new one in and flush. But don’t flush the tubes they might block it up chuck them in the bin. Now you try"

She stood up and flushed and motioned to me to try. I couldn’t seem to find where it was meant to go. "Put one foot up on the toilet seat it’s easier" was her suggestion.

I did and it worked the tube started to slide in I could feel it inside me. It hit an obstruction and I wiggled it backwards and forwards till it slipped in further I pressed in further until the outer tube was almost completely in me then pushed the inner tube forcing the tampon into me. I withdrew the tubes looking down I could see the blue string hanging from me and the smear of blood on the tube in my hand. I dropped the tube in the bin and washed my hands, as Wendy got dressed again she said "there’s cereal and coffee in the bedroom for you but why don’t you bring it onto the roof to keep me company?"

I looked at the choice of clothing I has left in the wardrobe and the chest of drawers not a lot. I put on the last bra and panties, one long black skirt lay on a hanger and two blouses a plain blue one and a white one with some embroidery green leave and little pink flowers not a lot but enough ok I thought in for a penny in for a pound an chose this one. I opened a new packet of the ribbed tights and slipped them on my legs, adjusting them at the crotch was awkward but I managed again and put on the black skirt and white blouse. I slipped on the black shoes I had seen a few days ago and thought no way I gave my hair a quick brush tied it back and made my way to the roof with my cup of coffee and bowl of cereal.

It was a beautiful day the sun was shining and she sky was blue I sat on one of the sandbags eating while looking around Wendy was sat on the floor by the GPMG with one arm across it.

"You look nice" she said

"Thank you" I said and I meant it "and thank you for showing me just and thank you for last night and thank you for teaching me how to shoot and I am sorry I’ve been such a bastard these last few days"

She smiled at me she stood up and walked over to me "Anything for my little sister"

She brushed her jeans off.

"Were going to have to figure out that washing machine" I said "we’re nearly out of clothes. We could also do with a visit to a town to get a few bits and pieces"

"Like what?" she asked

"Binoculars, maps compass, all weather gear, clothes that are more practical than this" I said indicating my outfit. I continued "transport, drugs, weapons, food, farm animals, tractor, grain, petrol, radio transmitter and most importantly books."

"Why books?" she asked.

"We might be here for a long time at the most we have a years food. If we cant get our own food growing we could starve to death. We have to learn to do everything ourselves we have no one to ask and we cant rely on anyone." I paused for a second "If we can I would like to get our families up here if we can, the boys definitely. But how I will explain this" I gestured at my self "I don’t know"

"You think you’ve got problems you’re a little young for their tastes I’m going to have to carry a very large stick to beat them off" She laughed.

She stood up to walk back to the edge of the roof.

"Your father would be distinctly useful about now," I said

"Do you think they are ok" she asked

"After this length of time with your father no but I think they will be well don’t …"

"Quiet down someone’s coming" she said I scrunched down and scuttled over to the edge.

"Well what do we do?" she asked

"We have three options" I answered " we can shoot him where he is now before he even knows we are here, but that seems impolite. Would you agree?" she nodded "We can say piss off or we shoot you, then shoot him. Finally we can listen to what he wants then say piss off and shoot him if we don’t like him"

"Have you got your pistol" she asked

"No in the bedroom" I answered

"If I cover you from up here can you deal with him down there?"

"With you covering me no problem." She glanced at the solitary figure still a long way off

"If he gets any closer than the entrance to the car park I am taking him out. Remember where I am and don’t get between him and me. Above all don’t take any risks and take care. Now move it and get that pistol, if your quick you can head out the kitchen and get into position behind the Land Rover."

I ran down to our room and grabbed the pistol off the bedside cabinet a full magazine lay next to it, I slammed it home and ran down the stairs trying not to break my neck. Wrong day to pick silly shoes I thought. I got out side and took aim at our visitor from behind the wing of the big green car. The man was still over a hundred yards away It was pointless aiming but I did anyway. At sixty or seventy yards away he was about fifteen or twenty yards from the car park entrance.

I took a deep breath "That’s far enough what do you want."

He stopped and looked around.

"I said what the hell do you want" I screamed as loud as I could aware how shrill my voice sounded.

"Look little girl is your mum or your dad here" he shouted

He took a step towards my hiding place. A loud shot rang out and then a second two holes appeared in the tarmac six feet from his right foot there was only inches between the two holes.

Wendy’s voice came from the roof "The first shot was a warning, the second to prove the first was no accident. Start talking or walking and don’t piss off my little sister, turn to your right" he did "See that fresh grave?"

"Yes" he answered

"That’s the last person to piss her about there’s plenty of room for another one"

I shouted "get your hands up where I can see them" he obliged I stepped out of my cover and came towards him.

"Hands behind your neck and slowly get down on your knees are you armed" I tried to sound as menacing as possible but I’m not sure it worked. He got down on his knees. He was facing away from me at this time and I came up behind him.

"If you try and move before I say so I will have no worries about blowing you brains out. It won’t bother me and I will happily finish my breakfast before I dispose of your body. Now I have two questions, are you armed? And who are you? If I like the answers you might even get to number three what do you want?"

A voice came from the side of me at the hotel entrance Wendy was down "You ok sis?" she asked.

"Yes he’s being a good boy, that’s why he’s still breathing. He hasn’t answered any questions yet though," I answered.

Wendy moved into his field of view the rifle levelled at him.

"Now" I said, "are you armed?"

"No" was his rapid answer.

"Ok slip that coat off very slowly," I ordered him. He did I checked the pockets two stale bread rolls half a bar of chocolate and a bottle of Calpol. I showed Wendy each one she nodded. The t-shirt and jeans he was wearing didn’t seem to conceal any weapons.

"Ok you can relax slightly I said but don’t try and move. What’s your name?"

"Bob, Robert Jennings" he answered

"Ok Bob what do you want?"

"I need help it’s our little girl she’s sick. If you wont help us please let me go I wont come back I promise but if I don’t Anne-Marie might come looking for me, oh please don’t hurt her no matter what you do to me." I could hear the anguish in his voice I carefully walked around to Wendy.

"What do you think?" I asked

"Why bother asking you always were a sucker for a hard luck case, anyway we can always shoot him if he’s lying"

"Ok Bob where are they" I asked he was silent

"Listen here’s the deal if you are telling the truth, we will try and might just be able to help. If you are lying or you don’t trust us turn around and leave and never come back" I stepped closer to him and looked him in the eyes "your only other option is rather messy and involves a lot of digging for us which I don’t really fancy"

He looked at me for a moment I could see the indecision across his face "Their at the bottom of the drive, we were shot at from a farm a few days ago so I decided to leave them safe while I came to ask for help"

Wendy said "Can you drive that Land Rover"

"Yes" he said

"Well what are you doing grovelling in the dirt come on move it" she shouted at him. He looked shocked, though I must admit Wendy’s sense of humour is an acquired taste. He got up and walked over to the vehicle he got in then I got in and covered him then Wendy got in.

I said "I am sorry about the guns but we have had some problems around here. If you are telling the truth we will relax slightly, if you try anything funny I will kill you. Do you understand me Robert"

"Yes I do" he said

"Well lets go and collect your wife and kid" I told him. He started the engine and slid it into gear setting of smoothly and this left me thinking a kid late twenties knows how to drive one of these things, our two friends yesterday knew how to drive them and Jane and her mob knew how am I the only person in this country who doesn’t know how.

At the end of the drive sat a woman in her early twenties a small holdall at her feet and a baby in her arms. Seeing this both Wendy and I relaxed.

"Ok Bob you can relax now" I said

"Thank you, oh Thank you" he said

"Well stop thanking me and start getting her attention, she’s trying to run" I pointed out.

He lent out of the window and keeping one hand on the wheel he bellowed "Anne-Marie, Anne-Marie, Its ok don’t run its ok"

The figure stopped and turned to look at us as we approached we parked up and she came running holding the baby to her. Bob jumped out of the car.

"Bob oh my god Bob I heard the gunfire and feared the worst" she said.

"Its ok Anne they are going to help us the shots were just warnings. If they wanted to hurt me either one could have killed me"

"How’s the baby? " said Wendy.

"Very, very sick" said Anne-Marie.

She reluctantly showed the little pink thing to Wendy. Wendy felt the babies head.

"Christ this kid burning up" she said "In the car now everyone move it. Bob get us back as fast as you can"

I jumped into the front seat, Bob grabbed the bag and Anne-Marie and Wendy got in the back with the baby.

"How old is she?" asked Wendy

"Four months" Anne-Marie answered

"How did the symptoms start?"

"She wasn’t able to keep any food down at first then she started crying all the time now she’s hot and just wants to sleep all the time" Anne-Marie’s eyes were filling with tears "Is she going to be ok"

"What’s her name?" asked Wendy

"Sarah" was the reply

"Listen Sarah is very sick, she’s dehydrated and she’s running a hell of a temperature lets see what we can do," said Wendy

"Park in front of the main doors" said Wendy

As I got out of the car Wendy grabbed me "Get one of the keys for the downstairs rooms and unlock it" I ran ahead and grabbed the key for the nearest room and unlocked the door. Wendy bundled mother and child into the room.

"Get her stripped now" she said to Anne-Marie

"But she might get cold" was the reply

Wendy turned to face her "Listen love If we don’t get that temperature down she will die. Do you understand me" Anne-Marie nodded "well get her stripped and I’ll go and see what we’ve got"

Anne-Marie was starting to strip the baby while looking rather uneasily at me and I realised I still had the pistol in my hand. Not wanting to put it down amongst strangers I tucked it in the waistband of my skirt. The multiple layers were now off baby Sarah leaving her with just a nappy made out of a blue towel I walked to the door where Bob was hovering just as Wendy arrived back.

"Bob have you got any bottles for her to drink from?"

"Yes in the bag in the car" he answered

"Well move it go and get them" she told him

She pulled me to one side out of sight of the door "the kid has a temperature through the roof, I have one broad spectrum antibiotic I can give it in oral form but what if she’s allergic to it"

"She’s a lot more allergic to dying" I said

"What about the dose I don’t know I’m not a doctor, I haven’t even got a BNF or MIM’s" she said referring to the two drug reference books used by doctors and nurses. "I’m in over my head what do I do"

"You have two choices do nothing the kid will die or you can use your best judgement and the kid might still die but she might live" I said

"Your right" she said, she changed her face to the professional look of concern that nurses cultivate over the years and marched into the room.

"Ok" said Wendy to Anne-Marie "we need to get a teaspoon full of this down her"

"What is it?" said Anne-Marie

"Antibiotics, then we get some of that Calpol down her and then some fluid" said Wendy

"Are they safe will they hurt her?"

I jumped in at this point "Listen to her she knows what she is talking about and Wendy"

She turned to me "Yes"

"Do you need both a Browning and a Semi Automatic Rifle in here?" I asked

"Oh no" she lifted the strap on the rifle over head and passed it over to me. I slipped my arm through the strap so it weight was on my shoulder.

I smiled at both Anne-Marie and Wendy "The heavy artillery tends to worry the relatives, it doesn’t affect the bedside manner though" I turned to Anne-Marie "I’m no expert but looking at that baby I would say you have nothing to lose in trusting her. She is an expert and she reckons you have everything to lose if you don’t. The choice is yours we will not force you and whatever your choice you can stay as long as you wish and leave when you want"

A voice came from behind me " I don’t know exactly what’s going on here" it was Bobs voice "but I feel we trust them ok love"

Anne-Marie nodded and Wendy stepped up to the baby "Ok Bob have you got that Calpol there?" he passed it over "Go with Kathy and sort out a bottle of water use the water from the kettle it should be cooled by now and boil the bottle in a pan of water first."

Bob and I left through the dining room for the kitchen when a voice came from behind us.

"Bring a teaspoon."

In the kitchen I found a teaspoon and passed it to Bob when he disappeared with it I placed the rifle in our original cell and locked the door of the passage that led to the rooms and the cellar. I placed the key in the pocket of my skirt, I wasn’t willing to trust them that much yet but against my better judgement I think I like these two.

Bob returned and he opened the bag inside was a set of baby clothes, two bottles, a tin of baby milk, a few towels torn into rough nappies and some sweets and more of the bread rolls. He put a pan of water to boil as I washed the bottles I then put on another pan of water for a drink.

"When did you last eat properly?" I asked

"Oh I’ve been eating bread rolls and chocolate" he replied

"So why were they shoved in your pocket where Anne-Marie couldn’t see them? You’ve been saving them for emergencies" I said

He looked at me and suddenly deflated "I last ate four or five days ago, I was concerned about where we would be able to get some more"

"Well there’s cheese in the fridge If you like it and bread on the side make your self some sandwiches to keep the two of you going till I can sort out some food."

He rose and started to make some sandwiches I dropped the two bottles in the big pan of water and grabbed four cups.

"Is coffee ok" I asked

"Yes fine"

"Good because my tea tastes like crap," I joked

I made the drinks and sent him through with one for Anne-Marie and one for Wendy and a plate of sandwiches. He came back a few minutes later to sit down opposite me at the table.

"Thank you for all your help" he said he glanced at the pistol on the table "Would you have really used it? Could you have shot me?"

"Listen Bob I am going to say this very slowly so you don’t misunderstand me. That second grave out there contains three bodies Two killers and their victim. One of those men I shot through the forehead at a closer range than this now" indicating the distance between us. "The second was shot by Wendy at about 150 yards her shot at that range was closer to centre than mine at 6 or 7 foot. If you had appeared to be a threat to Wendy or me we would have told you to go if you hadn’t you would have been shot"

His face changed to an ashen white colour his mouth was hanging open I don’t think I could have shocked him more if I dropped my knickers and pissed on the floor. I gave him a nice smile.

"But you’re not a threat you’re a concerned father and husband. So you are welcome to stay as long as you need to, Ok" I finished

"Yes ok" he replied "but I get the feeling I’m missing something pretty big here"

"Oh you are Bob, you are If you stay around long enough I might just fill you in" I answered "I think those bottles are about done"

I hooked the bottles out and filled them we took them to the room were Wendy, Anne-Marie and Sarah where.

"How is she" he asked

"Its to early to tell" Wendy replied.

I could see the pain written across his face. I nipped through to the reception and grabbed the key for the next room I passed it to him.

"Here go next door and get a shower I will see what I can find clothes wise for you but I don’t know how well they will fit. Then you can come back here, sleep or come up to talk to me I’ll be on the roof"

He lifted an arm up and said "I am a bit ripe" and smiled.

I headed into the kitchen and unlocked the door to the staff quarters and went into the room that we thought had been occupied by Frank the, one were we found the radio I started routing around and found a small suitcase under the bed. I threw in all the clean clothing and a couple of pairs of shoes. In the bathroom I found some deodorant and an electric razor I put these in as well I wasn’t going to need them. I struggled with the suitcase to the room and I could hear the shower running.

"Its by the bed I shouted through to him"

"Ok. Thanks Kathy" he answered. I thought well I’m stuck as Kathy till they go, It could be worse not much but its better than being a horse. On the way upstairs I stuck my head around the door to tell Wendy what I was doing then as I passed the bedroom my bladder reminded me how much smaller it was now. I sat down on the toilet and was about to pee when I wondered do I pull out the tampon before or after I pee I decided on before rather than pulling on the string after it was all wet. I pulled and I could feel it move within me I continued puling and suddenly it was out without looking I dropped it in the bowl and then peed. I went through the rigmarole of wiping noticing the blood on the toilet paper, not a lot but too much for me. Then taking the new tampon I tried to insert it what a rigmarole I tried to lift my foot up onto the seat but my tights got in the way. Trying to balance on one shoe was difficult and with my skirt flapping in the way as well it was stupid. I stripped off my skirt, tights, knickers and shoes then inserted the tampon. Then I got dressed again and went on the roof. I had only just sat down when Bob arrived in oversized clothes looking rather comical. Wonderful he showers shaves and gets dressed in the time it takes me just to pee.

"Like the outfit" I said

"Well better to look like a clown than to smell like a tramp" he replied " nice hardware what’s it for" indicating the GPMG.

"Well the sick bastards who caused all the shit that has happened in the world over the last week may come waltzing along that drive at any time and I intend to take down as many as I can." I looked serious at him

"You’re joking" he said

"No" I responded

We sat in silence for a few minutes I could tell he didn’t know how to take me and to be honest neither did I. I decide I would have to be the one to break the silence.

"So tell me how you got to be here?"

He started talking he and Anne-Marie lived on the outskirts of Newcastle. He was a civil engineer on the night that hell broke loose they were driving back from Anne-Marie’s parents who lived in York. Driving back on the A1 they had been about 35 miles from North Deighton when it blew.

"Suddenly the world tuned white." he said " luckily we were shielded from the main blast as we were in a valley at the time. People quarter of a mile behind us were not so lucky. The car would not work after the blast and we started walking. First towards York as Anne was worried about her parents but we only got as far as the top of the hill on the far side cars where burning and towards York a glowing cloud in the sky. We headed north towards home only to find we were meeting people escaping the towns. They were telling stories of fires, riots and gangs roaming the streets murdering and raping. I decided to head towards the Lake District, but Sarah got sick. We started looking for help and ended up here" he finished.

"Well there’s worse places to be" I said "Not that I know exactly where here is"

"What do you mean?" he asked

"Our arrival here was not our own choice and they weren’t willing to give me a map" I said

"Your at the top end of the Yorkshire Dales. I’ve seen signs for a place called Keld around here but that means nothing to me. Probably 25 to 30 miles east is Darlington and about 40 to 50 miles east is Middlesbrough."

"Well Darlington is not to far I wish we had more petrol for the Land Rover because I don’t know where to get more. I wouldn’t like to run out of juice at that end." I talked as I thought "We have to get into a town for some bits and pieces"

"What’s up with the stuff in the barn?" he asked

"What stuff in the barn?" I asked

"The other Land Rover, a couple of horse boxes and a garage set up tools, parts and around the back is a bloody big tank saying Petroleum, no naked flames, no smoking. Who the hell would smoke in public where they might be seen" he continued "It would be like sticking a sign around your neck saying I am a junky arrest me"

"Come on its only thirty years ago they banned tobacco completely before that you could quite happily get it on prescription from your doctor" I remarked

"Yes but it wasn’t something that people did in public though was it?"

"You didn’t do much 20^th Century history did you?" I asked.

"Yes I did" he assured me "The dissolution of the Monarchy by Chery Blair her rise from Prime Minister to president of the Unified Countries of Britain, her husbands rise to power as Premier of the Federated European Union and the Thatcherite plot which killed them and threw us into the Turkish-Greek war"

"No, No, No. Your talking about early 21^st Century history" I said angrily, I don’t know what the teach these kids nowadays "Didn’t you do any of the classics Spielberg, Lucas, Ron Howard or Costner"

"No I could never get into those old things." He said "They made us watch Schindler's List in school but I just used the revision notes"

"Bloody typical they put their blood sweat and tears into films which give insight into the Psychology of a culture and you use crib notes" I said

"Have you tried to watch the Star Wars trilogy of trilogies I sat through the first three which I admit were understandable but then they started jumping around, the second three were before the first three and the third three after all of them but with different people acting. Then they make a cult about it." He explained.

"No you’ve got the wrong idea they are cult films not films that attract cults or cause cults, except for the trekkies and they’ve been no threat since the Romulan Confederacy wiped out the Klingon Empire in that sneak attack about seven years ago. How they class themselves as one group I don’t know. Because of the banning of all trekkie material after the mass suicides with the death of Shatner I don’t know much about them. Just a few whispers they have one god Roddenbery and lots of minor deities Kirk being the greatest, Piccard, Janeway and Sisco. I think a lot of the problems within their religion is over which of these minor deities is most important. Weirdo’s all of them anyway the trekkies are the only cult group associated with cult films." I explained

"Oh I always wondered about that" he said "I watched one as a kid which put me off the classics for life "The Naked Lunch" after seeing this I sort of associated cult films with cults"

"Bad place to start" I agreed "It could put anyone off that film. Anyway getting back to the subject millions of people used tobacco there was advertising and an important industry built up around it in the 20^th century. The thing is that tank is at least sixty years old we’ll have to see what its like."

"Kathy" he said in a quieter voice "do you mind if I ask a personal question?"

"No not at all You might get a personal answer, like piss off though." I joked

"You and Wendy are not exactly normal are you? Your different."

"Of course we are different I am the reincarnation of Kirk the traveller who’s Phasers of light shoot to kill at all times. Wendy is McCoy the healer and we have come in on the great ship "Enterprise" the immortal one, the reincarnated one. That is more believable than the truth and will have to do you for the moment. The one thing is trust in Wendy she knows what she is doing with Sarah." I stood up and brushed my skirt down, his question had brought me back to reality. For a short time I had forgotten my situation and we were two men talking. "Shall we head down and see how they’re doing?" I asked.

He grabbed my hands before he stood up a total breach in male to male protocol, but I wasn’t a male was I to him. I stood there realising I was only a little taller than him sitting down while I was standing.

"Kathy I am sorry if I upset you and I do trust Wendy and you. I thank you for what you both have done" I looked down at my smaller hand in his large rough ones as he spoke " and if Anne or I can ever do anything to repay your kindness just ask."

"Well later on you can drive me down to the barn and if either one of you can help us figure out the washing machine as were going to need it for nappies" I pulled away gently "Come on lets see how they are doing"

We had been talking for about three hours it was early afternoon and I wanted to talk to Wendy without him I wanted her opinion of them with her contact with Anne-Marie. The two of them were talking softly in the bedroom.

"How is she?" Bob asked

"A little better she’s got fluid down her which she’s kept down I wish we had a thermometer. I think her temperatures gone down"

"It has a little" said Anne-Marie who was dressed similarly to Bob oversize men’s jeans and an oversize t-shirt a comical sight seeing she was only 5 foot 5 or so. clothes and the washing machine were rapidly becoming urgent I didn’t fancy hand washing nappies and between the four of us adults sharing clothes was not an option. My clothes were too small for anyone else, Wendy’s clothes might just fit Anne-Marie but Anne-Marie was taller and a lot fuller figured. They only had what they were wearing so petrol or not we have to do a run into town even if we have to walk back. I wonder if Bob or Anne-Marie knows how to ride?

"Wendy can I pinch you for a few minutes if its ok to leave her" I asked. She nodded and we left the family together in the room as we wandered into the kitchen.

Sitting down with a drink I started talking "What do you think of them?"

"Well I was a bit unsure at first but talking to Anne-Marie I like her she was just scared especially when a teenage girl starts trying to shove drugs down her sick kid. Why?" she asked.

"Well I think Bobs ok too. He risked his life to try and get help for his wife and kid and I feel under normal circumstances we could have been friends." I explained "But these are not normal circumstances" I indicated my self "these are total mind fuck circumstances and if we trust them we risk our lives and possibly their lives if our local nutters actually get here, which is still a possibility. This place is easily defendable with a small force but two of us can not hold it alone. We need more people are these the people to start with?"

"I think yes" said Wendy "but the decision is yours and how do we explain every thing that’s happened?"

"I think yes as well but it had to be a joint decision" she started to protest that but I waved her protests away "and as to the explanations, I have warned Bob about the possibility of company it didn’t seem to upset him. I told him that they had caused all this and that we had been kidnapped by them, as for the fact that we are not "Normal" as he put it I told him we were Kirk and McCoy from the Enterprise the last thing I can face is explaining to him that I used to be older than him and a father, then a horse and now a little girl for the moment he can just wonder. I’m just Kathy for the moment."

"Dave or Kathy whichever you want your decisions stand and I will back you up all the way. You know more about what is going on more than me my knowledge is medicine and weapons a strange combination but I always was strange." She said

"Thank you love, keep it as Kathy for the moment and you must be strange to put up with me for all these years." I squeezed her hand "Now using your medical skills we are in a situation where millions of people are dead no sanitation poor water supplies and poor food and hygiene what diseases can we expect and when?"

"Cholera due to the sanitation, Diphtheria we should avoid until unvaccinated children start coming through, Amoebic Dysentery in summer, Bacillary Dysentery any time, Typhoid, Typhus and possibly Bubonic or Pneumonic Plague later on." Her face was grim as she read out this list of nightmares from the past that might remerge.

"How long before they start spreading" I asked

"How longs a piece of string? Some of them will be out there all ready others may never emerge it depends how long this situation lasts"

"Wendy love do you realise that possibly this is it, we may be not so much waiting for things to get back to normal as just trying to survive?" I asked

"Yes I do and I’ll deal with it in my own way" she snapped

"Ok sorry" I quickly apologised

"Secondly there is another Land Rover and petrol up at the barn on the drive I want to see how much and what exactly there is, so I want you to check out Bob on a pistol and rifle even if they don’t decide to stay they can use some protection. Would you agree?" she nodded. "Finally with these bloody tampons, how can I lift my leg up to try and get it in with my bloody tights an knickers around my ankles?"

She smiled and laughed I winced at her laugh "Sorry love I just had a picture of how you must have looked. Try pulling your tights and knickers up to you knees first that’s what I used to do when I first used them. After two kids you don’t have any problems putting them in."

"Well I’ll take your word for that" I said "How is Sarah?"

"Slightly better, keep your fingers crossed" she replied

I stood up "Ok shall we see if Bob and Anne want to play happy families with us?"

In the other room Bob and Anne-Marie were talking quietly as we walked inside Anne-Marie gave me a strange look Bob had obviously been talking to her.

"Ok you two first of all I want you to know both of you are welcome to stay as long as you need or want what ever we have you are welcome to share" they both nodded I waved away there thanks. "Don’t thank me yet. As I have told Bob the sick bastards that caused all this may be coming here, they should have been here days ago but they still might turn up. If they do there is going to be a hell of a lot of shooting and a lot of people will die hopefully all them it is not necessarily safe here."

"Listen Kathy" Anne-Marie spoke up "Bob has told me this already and we have each reached the same conclusion, just for the kindness and help you have given us without question you have our support totally. Anything we can do to help we will." Wendy was right she seemed a nice kid a bit gushy and emotional but she was a young mother.

I continued "This is the deal you can stay as long as you want we have plenty of room, if you decide to go that’s fine as long as it’s not before that baby is well." They nodded rapidly. "Finally I think we could do with a scrounging expedition into town we are short of a few essentials around here clothes especially so if it is ok with you Anne-Marie"

"Just Anne or Annie" Anne-Marie said

"Ok Anne if its ok with you we are going to pinch your husband for an hour. I want Wendy to get him comfortable with a rifle. You used one before Bob?" he shook his head "Don’t worry Wendy will teach you. Then I want to have Bob drive me down to the barn to se what we have in petrol and supplies there. Anne when Sarah is a little better I would like Wendy to get you happy with the weapons because even if you leave you’re not going unarmed."

I passed Wendy the key to be able to get to the cellar and buggered off to our room to use the toilet. The trick with the tights worked. Down in the kitchen I found Bob and Wendy had been and gone. I heard a shot outside and headed out to find the two of them taking shots at a distant tree.

Three quarter of an hour later Bob and I were examining a large cylinder on its side in the field behind the barn. Pipes led into the back of the barn.

"I thought they usually buried petrol storage tanks" I commented

"Yes but dig down a few feet here and you will find rock you couldn’t bury something that big here without major equipment" he answered.

Through the gap in the door of the barn I could see the second Land Rover. Bob took large rock I was struggling with and used it to break the padlock. Inside besides the car we found two Honda 90 motorbikes old but working and a wide selection of parts the second Land Rover would not start. In the corner were two single horse boxes one of which I had arrived here in. The light fading we headed back to the hotel which was rapidly becoming a home.

That night we listened to the faceless voices on the radio some still begging for help others just commentating on the events around them as we had dinner. Like when me and Wendy first realised the scale of the situation pleasant conversation was the last thing on our minds.

The next two days were uneventful Sarah made rapid improvement, both Anne and Bob proved to be better shots than me with the rifle and the bull got in the field with the cows reminding me of my time on four legs. We had a sort of watch system worked out and my period was still on going. Anne had figured out the washing machine and virtually all the clothes were wet as the moment she put it on it started raining.

I was in bed next to Wendy when Bob Knocked at the door I opened it without thinking.

"Kathy I think you better come up and see out here"

I slipped on some shoes in the dark and staggered up the stairs. In the sky in the distance the glow of fires could be seen in the north or northeast and to the south of us trying to figure out what was in those directions I suggested a coffee he agreed quietly we went into the kitchen. I reckon northeast and south how about you" he agreed "so what does that point to Manchester and Newcastle burning" again he agreed.

Why wasn’t he particularly talkative tonight I wondered, why isn’t he looking at my face while I talked. I glanced down in case I had spilt something on me and realised what it was. I was wearing that last bloody night dress the yellow baby doll thing it was dam near transparent and with the cold affecting my nipples as well the poor sod didn’t know where to look I decided on a quick retreat rather than bluff it out and said "goodnight"

As I walked away I was ever so aware of the fact it only just covered my bum and the little yellow panties must have been on show, I cringed at the thought of his eyes watching me as I left. Back in our room I hit the toilet and changed my tampon now after three days of it I was just about able to force myself to glance at it when it was out. Not much blood stained the cotton plug I noted as I dropped it in the bowl with a bit of luck I will be done tomorrow.

I crawled into bed again next to Wendy who woke slightly and moaned about me being cold. I lay there and thought ok tomorrow we are going to have to do some shopping.

The next morning after I was washed and dressed I asked about how safe it was to take Sarah outside now.

"Why?" she asked. I explained about the problems with Bob the night before and she laughed

"For eighteen years I had to fight to get you to come out with me clothes shopping, less than one night as the object of a mans attention and your running around in a tizzy about the fact you’ve got nothing to wear" I refused to respond to her comments.

Downstairs Anne was padding around in a men’s shirt, that was obviously one of Franks.

"Morning you two, sleep well?"

"Yes sort of" we both said Wendy had been on watch till 3 am and had woken me up as she came in (Only fair the night before I had woken her getting up for watch at the same time) and I had Bobs interruption.

"How Sarah?" I asked

"Back to normal thanks to you two" was the happy response. I hate people who are happy in the morning I thought. But she didn’t have a malicious bone in her body you couldn’t help but like her. Even our little discussion we had on the day after they arrived hadn’t upset her. She had been concerned over the fact of was it safe to leave a little child like me on the roof with a machine gun. I had taken her outside to the two graves and slowly explained that yes there were four people in the ground here but I had only killed one of them. If you are worried about me being able to shoot when I have to don’t I will do the job. If you are worried about me shooting the wrong person don’t a both you and Bob are still alive. She had gone a little bit quiet for an hour or two after.

"Have you got enough warm clothes for Sarah for today?" I asked

"Yes I could do with some more though" she answered.

"Think of all the things you could do with and we will see what we can get. We are going to do a bit of shopping" I told her

"Oh yes please some proper clothes"

"Yes" I said while thinking that our ideas of proper clothes might be very different.

"Wendy in the medical supplies do you have any Sudocrem or any thing similar?" Anne asked

"I don’t know. Why? Nappy rash?" enquired Wendy

"No, sore nipples I wasn’t planning to breast feed Sarah all the time a mixture of bottle and breast was what we ended up with, luckily or when this happened I wouldn’t have been able to feed her. But since she has been getting better she has been eating a lot more."

"Let me have a look" said Wendy

Anne unbuttoned her shirt to reveal two breasts, not as big as Wendy’s used to be but bigger than either Wendy’s or mine she lifted one up by placing a hand underneath and lifting it up gently with her other hand she pointed out the sore spots on her large dark nipple. The nipple hardened and she pulled a face.

"Oooh its sore" she exclaimed.

"Wait just a second" said Wendy as she popped through to the medical supplies.

Well what do you say? Where do you look? This pretty young woman is sat opposite me her shirt open two blue veined breasts exposed with her nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Don’t look so worried Kathy we’re all girls together here" she said kindly " I know I was much the same at your age interested but embarrassed" she reached forward and grabbed my hand "Kathy I am so sorry about the other day I didn’t mean to upset you, its just that years of conditioning said that a young girl should not be in charge of a gun. Since then I have seen that you seem to be the most level headed of all of us. Please forgive me, can we be friends?"

I gave her hand a squeeze "We are friends what are you talking about?"

"No your Bobs friend you seem distant with me I thought it was something I was doing" her eyes were filling up while saying this, no not a weeping woman please no.

"Blame our father" said Wendy

"What do you mean?" asked Anne before I could say exactly the same thing.

"Our family is rather strange" started Wendy "Three girls Kathy here the youngest, myself and Jane who is twenty years older than me." What the hell was she talking about? She’s an only child.

"Jane is married to a man Dave who works in MI5 IT Surveillance as a "Snooper". Do you know what one of those is?" Wendy asked.

"Yes they watch The Net don’t they" Anne replied

"Yes and a lot more" said Wendy passing some cream to Anne which she started rubbing into her nipples.

Wendy continued "Dave was on the trail of the terrorists that caused all this. They found out about this and kidnapped us to try and force him to do what they wanted but from what they were saying he wouldn’t do what they wanted. They also found we were a lot more trouble than they where expecting. Our mother died just after Kathy was born Daddy was left with two little girls one of which," she indicated me "is a precocious genius. Daddy was old when Kathy was born in his fifties and had been in the Royal Marines all his life he wasn’t around when Jane was growing up. He tried his best to bring us up but that was sort of a cross between Basic Training and the senior NCOs mess. I don’t think Kathy even has a female friend her own age most of the people she would class as friends are crusty old Sergeant Majors and the like. Most of these people loved talking to her first of all because she’s such a pretty thing and then because she’s a bright kid. She soaked up every thing they would tell her and in conversation any of dads colleagues tend to treat her as an adult after they get past the hang ups on the way she looks. Kathy doesn’t know how to behave as a child and she has even less idea on how to be a girl she’s not being funny with you and me personally I listen to her she knows what she’s talking about." Well I thought I now have a cover story.

Anne was buttoning up her shirt having finished with her nipples and came around to me and hugged me tight "oh you poor thing" she said as she pecked me on the cheek "I am sorry I treated you like I have, like your dad’s friends at first I had been taking you at face value. I am not your own age physically and over the last few days I had realised that you were very smart, smarter than me about the situation we are in but can I be your first proper girl friend?" I nodded sort of confused at the pace and the direction things were going. She stepped back I saw tears running down her face she sniffed and wiped her nose on the back of her hand.

"Damm I’m leaking" she said glancing down at the front of her shirt where two damp patches were appearing from her swollen breasts "Wendy" she said "do you mind sorting out some breakfast for Bob if I take Kathy with me to help get me and Sarah ready to go"

"No not at all" said Wendy happily I thought you evil bitch.

Anne happily grabbed my hand and pulled me up and we went off to her room. Sarah was lying in one of the cots we had found trying to catch her feet with her hands and gurgling happily.

"Ok shower first then feed her, change her then get ready myself" she said as he started unbuttoning her shirt again. "I will be glad to get some proper clothes wont you" I agreed while thinking that our ideas about proper clothes are totally different.

"Well I’m a fat cow aren’t I?" she said as she stood there naked dropping the shirt on the bed.

She was only slightly overweight, nothing to what Wendy had been like before this rather like a renascence painters view of what a woman should look like all curves.

"Bull" I said "you look gorgeous" with some fire in my voice as this as a man had always irritated me. If Wendy was happy I was happy, this idea of I must lose three pounds this week I thought was stupid

"You had a baby four months ago what do you expect? Miracles?" I finished.

"You sound just like Bob you know" she said.

"Proves he’s right" was my reply

"But I am definitely a cow" she lifted one of her breast in one hand to get a better look at the nipple a spot of milk appeared at the tip.

"Yes you are and a good thing for her" I indicated Sarah who had now caught one of her errant feet and was proceeding to try and eat it.

"No the good thing for her was meeting you two. If we hadn’t then I think I would have lost her." Her face started to break into a mask of anguish and she sat on the bed. The tears started flowing and she started sobbing, I walked around in front of her to give her a hug. I stood there with a naked young woman sobbing into my breast, stroking her hair and murmuring reassurance to comfort her, but the thing that crossed my mind besides my concern for her was there was no arousal in me at all. As a man despite all my efforts not to I would have had a raging hard on but now nothing. Her sobs slowed down and stopped and I ran into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper, passing it to her I sat next to her with an arm around her shoulder.

"I’m so sorry Kathy its just that all my family and friends were in York we moved into a new house in Newcastle a couple of months before Sarah was born. I feel I’ve lost everyone."

"Well you haven’t you have Sarah, Bob, Wendy and me as your friends" I hugged her tight.

"Oh thank you. You don’t now how that makes me feel. I’m sorry about how I treated you at first but you see I was just finishing my training to become a teacher when I got caught with Sarah. My time in placements in schools sort of gave me a prejudiced view on what a girl your age should be like" she explained.

"What were you going to teach and what age group" I asked

"Eleven to eighteen year olds English Language and Literature. What’s your reading and writing like?" she asked as a smile broke through the sadness on her face.

"My hand writing is courtesy of a well educated spider, my spelling is atrocious so I use a computer" I said "But my reading well lets start of with the serious stuff Herodotus, Aeschylus, Plato" I thought do I put her in her place regarding me yes lets give her the works. "Thucydides, Euripides, Aristophanes. They are the early classics didn’t much like Chaucer or Shakespeare but Kipling was very good. The science fiction covers Azimov, Clarke, Heinlien, Blish, Vance, McCaffery, Silverburg, Bear, White, Tiptree junior, Campbell, Chalker, Bova, Forward I could go on all night Wyndham, Tolkien…."

"Ok I get the idea" she said "I said I’m sorry no need to rub my nose in it"

I gave her another hug "Sorry for being a bit bitchy but I couldn’t resist it"

She hugged me back "Nothing to be sorry about I am the one that treated you like a child now I know your not I wont be making the same mistake again. I going to have a shower you can sit on the toilet and we can talk while I do."

So I sat there on the lid of the toilet talking, to a naked woman showering, about books and it was the conversation I enjoyed. Sick or what?.

Out of the shower she dried and fed Sarah the pain evident on her face.

"And I used to think my nipples got sore at your age" she said

"What do you mean?" I asked

"When I was a little bigger than you up top when I started growing fast I found my nipples were always sore haven’t you found that?" I shook my head, wonderful more joys to look forward to.

Sarah finished with Anne’s breast and Anne passed her to me "Do you mind burping her?"

"No" I said and took the baby. As I sat there patting and rubbing the baby’s back I was getting warm feelings in my stomach and my breasts appeared to be tightening. Was this body affecting my mind like they said would happen if I stayed in Tia’s body I hoped not but I couldn’t understand these new feeling.

"Your good with her" said Anne while putting on a dirty looking bra.

"Thank you" I replied and Sarah joined in with an enormous burp. We both laughed.

I put Sarah down in her cot and excused my self to go to are room to use the toilet and do the necessary with the tampon less blood again I must be nearly done. Pulling up my tights and panties I thought I would be glad when I got some more jeans.

Down stairs I found everyone assembled ready to go we dowsed fire in the range, and locked all the doors. On the steps down into the cellar Wendy set up a Claymore, easy to do with the instructions this side to enemy on it, just in case.

We were all kitted out myself with two Berettas in shoulder holsters modified by Anne to make them fit. To draw, which I had practiced in secret the night before, involved me reaching each arm around the front of me to grab the pistol on the other side, Wendy had given me strict instructions that it was a case of use one then the other not both at once. Anne had Sarah on one hip a Browning on the other and a SLR slung over her shoulder, Bob and Wendy both had a Browning on the hip and a SLR over the shoulder. I would be glad when I was physically large enough to handle one of these more powerful weapons as the Berettas to a certain extent looked like toys.

"Ok lets roll" said Bob and we climbed into the Land Rover and left.

The first part of the trip to Darlington was uneventful just a few abandoned cars on the A66 which posed few problems, and no people at all. As we got closer the last seven or eight miles or so the number of cars increased an in places Bob had to push cars out of the way with the powerful four wheel drive vehicle. The people started appearing at this time some just watching hoping we were some form of help, then disappearing again into the background. Others were throwing urgent questions at us "Are you the help? What’s it like out there? Is it like this everywhere?". We shouted what answers we could back and the hope vanished from their faces. One of these shouted a warning "watch out for the soldiers" we shouted our thanks and he just waved. As we came into the urban area we came across the first gang controlled area only two teenage boys stood in front of the car on its side that blocked the street. Wendy fired two shots from the rifle and as two of the tyres burst next to the youths they ran. We skirted around this car keeping our eyes on the houses faces appeared all very young but none ventured out. Rubbish littered the streets and graffiti marked the territory of this young gang.

In the town centre we came to chaos the shops had been looted but whoever had been doing the looting had gone for the items of value, electronics, computers, jewellery and alcohol seemed to have been the main targets. One wall of a large supermarket was well and truly pockmarked with bullets blood stained the pavement to such an extent that it had run into the gutters. The splatters of blood up the wall also told of the massacre that had taken place. The area was deserted no people could be seen or bodies whoever did this cleared away the bodies. That means an organised group with weapons.

"The army’s shooting looters" I said "we’re going have to be careful"

"How do you know" asked Bob and I explained my reasoning he nodded "What do we do then?"

"We get what we need then run" I suggested "Ok whichever shops we go in three of us go in and check it out one stays where they can see the door and the car when the shop is clear then we can get what we want and hit the next one but some one watches the door and car at all times. OK?" Everyone agreed and we drove into a pedestrianised area a bank and a Mothercare were the first two shops on the left on the right was a W.H. Smiths.

"If no one needs the bank is it ok if we start with Mothercare?" asked Anne. We all agreed The shop as all of them had been broken into but not much appeared to have been taken after a quick search we declared the place empty and Bob, Anne and Wendy grabbed what was needed and bundled them in the car under the seats. Bob appeared with Sarah in a carrier so that she was strapped to his chest. He also had a car seat/baby carrier that she could be strapped into.

Smiths next, all clear up stairs Bob kept watch and I started off on the maps, a street map of Newcastle and surrounding area, as many Ordinance Survey maps as I could find, Historic vehicle maintenance and engineering. I dumped them in the car. Wendy arrived with armfuls of magazines and did the same, as did Anne with encyclopaedias. We re-entered medical text books anything and everything went in that might be useful I even saw Wendy throw in an armful of board games.

"Superdrug next" I said and Bob rolled the Land Rover that bit further a long. This shop had been hit rather harder than the previous two especially at the far end which had the area for dispensing prescribed drugs. In front of the counter lay a body three gunshot wounds clearly visible in his back he was starting to smell despite the cold weather. I left Wendy and Anne in there as the smell rather than the sight had turned my stomach. At the door Bob was looking nervous and had his rifle raised.

"Trouble?" I asked

"Yes I keep thinking I have seen some thing they are two shops up on this side" he said "I think they are following us"

Two doors up was a computer shop we hadn’t bothered with I looked down the road the next shop was a bakers the one after a shoe shop.

"Right when we are done here you three all go down to the shoe shop and you all go in leave me here and I’ll see what happens" I said

"Are you sure?" he asked

"Easier for me to hide than you and he probably has taken note of you but not me" I explained.

"If you say so, but I don’t have to like it" he said

Wendy and Anne came out with bags of stuff and we explained the situation. "Do we have to move right now as we could do with more things?" asked Wendy

"No keep him thinking we haven’t seen him" I said "take all the time you need"

This was a mistake as ten minutes later they appeared with four more bags each and a smile on each of their faces.

Wendy had a quick argument with me over who should stay behind to trap our audience but after pointing out that the only person who could guarantee to provide proper cover for the person staying she agreed reluctantly. I hid behind the checkout at Superdrug and waited as quiet as I could. Two figures appeared silhouetted against the light outside I was invisible in the shadows.

One of the figures was a young soldier eighteen, nineteen at most and he had a dirty little girl in tow of six or seven years and a large rifle over his shoulder.

"John who are they?" she asked while pulling on his tunic top.

"Sshh I don’t know I’m trying to listen.

Tug, tug again "Why don’t you ask them then?" came the little voice

"Sshh Because I don’t Know who they are" he answered

"Are they strangers" was asked with accompanying tugging

"Yes now please be quiet" came the urgent whisper

"My Mummy told me not to talk to strangers did yours?" she tugged again.

"Yes now please be quiet, please" his voice was full of pain by now

Tug, tug, tug "is that why your not talking to them, because their strangers"

"Yes that’s why I’m not talking to them because their strangers alright please keep quiet" He said.

This seemed to work for a minute then she tugged again "You said that we weren’t strangers after you said hello to me so" she paused figuring it out in her mind "if you say hello then they wont be strangers and we can ask them if they know where my mummy is"

I nearly laughed at this logic remembering my own kids at that a question for everything age, I decided to put him out of his misery.

Keeping hidden I spoke "She’s right you know you can’t argue with logic like that John"

"Who’s there?" he shouted thrusting the little girl behind him.

"Relax if I meant you any harm you would be dead by now" I shouted "If you will keep your hands away from that rifle I will stand up but if you do make any move towards it I will kill you"

"And if she doesn’t I will" came Wendy’s voice right on time.

I stood up and as I did he placed his hands on his head.

"Relax its not that sort of situation" I told him "This is Hello, how are you and what’s going on around town. Then you can go quite happily"

He relaxed slightly and dropped his hands "John Bebington, Apprentice, Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers" his face dropped "deserter I suppose"

"I’m Jennifer and I’m six" came the little voice "What’s you name? Have you seen my Mummy"

"I’m Katherine, Jennifer and no sorry I haven’t seen your mummy"

"Oh" she said her face very serious she tugged on Johns sleeve "Does this mean we’re not strangers" she said in a very loud stage whisper. I laughed as did Wendy and even John cracked a smile.

"Come on lets introduce you to the other three" Said Wendy

We walked towards the shoe shop and introductions were made.

"I don’t know why I’m still carrying this" he indicated the rifle "I used the ammunition two days ago when we came across a gang while trying to leave town"

"Where’s Jennifer’s mother?" I asked.

"I think she’s dead" he said "When the shit hit the fan we were sent out here to prevent civil disturbance under a Junior Captain who was actually an instructor on base. It started out all right with a few skirmishes against the gangs but then The Boss seemed to start to lose it was no longer fire warning shots it was shoot them. Then it wasn’t stop them looting it was arrest them finally when I decided enough was enough was when he came up to us and told us that because he couldn’t get orders or a pick up arranged for the looters he was going to have us shoot them. I told him no and he threatened to shoot me so I ran. The next day I met up with Jennifer whose house I stayed at for three days. Then I tried to get past the gangs we were lucky as by the time I was down to my last rounds they decided to quit. We came back this way to try and get out the other side of town."

"Why bring Jennifer" I asked

"What you expect to leave her there on her own" he said disgust in his voice

"Easy big guy," I said "You have just answered the question correctly therefore you win the prize an all expenses trip out of Darlington"

He looked towards Bob for conformation "Don’t look at me she’s the boss"

"No I’m not" I said

"Yes you are" he said "we decided it while you were in the shop on your own. Anyway even if you had joined in the vote you still would have won three votes to one"

John was looking very confused at this time "Don’t worry" Bob told him "You will figure it out I doubt you will understand it but you will figure it out"

"What now Boss Lady?" said Wendy

"Stop that please" I said

"What ever you say dear" she said in a patronising tone and then stuck out her tongue at me.

"We will discuss this later" I said

"Over dinner" said Wendy

"Yes" said Anne "over dinner" those two are up to some thing I thought.

"John" I said

He came over to me I took one of my Berettas from the holster on the right slid a round into the chamber and passed it to him "There’s a round in the chamber and there’s the safety don’t be afraid to use it"

"What its real?"

"Yes of course it real If it wasn’t what would be the point of carrying it. If that is empty do you want to slide it under the seats" indicating his rifle, he did.

We hit the shoe shop next I found some Caterpillar boots that seemed to fit me and put them on putting the black chunky shoes in the Land Rover I threw in another pair the same size and a couple more in larger sizes.

"What size shoes are you" asked Wendy

"3 why" I asked

"Oh I was just wondering" she said as I stood on guard waiting for them Bob and John threw in a few pairs of shoes and trainers and a pair of boots each and Anne and Wendy made three trips with armfuls with Jenny carrying some too.

"I’ve got new shoes" she informed me in a serious voice.

"Oh that’s nice love" I said

"Do you want to see my new shoes?" she asked me

"A little later" I told her

"Have.." she started I interrupted

"Have you ever sat in the front seat of a big car like this?" I asked

"No" she answered

"Would you like to?"

She thought on this for a minute "Yes" she announced so I put her in the front seat and closed the door on her next question. John was laughing.

"Don’t you laugh you should have seen yourself hiding in that shop" I said

"I Know" he agreed and we both started laughing as Jenny caught Bobs eye by looking out through the back of the car.

"This is a big car" she told him

Wendy and Anne finally finished with shoes and I was beginning to get a bit concerned about space when John spoke up "There is a trailer we used to bring in equipment on the supermarket car park is that any use to you?"

"Any one with it?" I asked

"No they pulled out two days ago its only a couple of hundred yards away" he assured me.

I looked down the street the next shop was C&A clothes at last proper clothes.

"If we go in and check it out first then you two" I indicated Bob and John "can go and get the trailer while we start getting stuff together. Then you two can get your own things."

Again the shop was clear and Wendy stood watch while Anne and I started getting things and Bob, John and Jenny went for the trailer taking Sarah now in her car seat.

Inside the shop first stop was decided by Anne who grabbed my hand. "Underwear first I have been wearing these for over a week solid, they are humming." She led me into the lingerie department that area that in the past I have stood around feeling uncomfortable, trying not to look at anything while waiting for Wendy. She undid the mans shirt she was wearing and took of her bra she grabbed a big handful of bags from behind the counter and passed me half of them. In one of her bags she dropped her clothes and started searching the racks of bra’s.

"What size are you Kathy?" she asked then she looked up to see me still standing there "What’s up haven’t you bought a bra before?"

"No, no Wendy" I mumbled.

"Oh don’t worry. Do you know your size?" she asked her face full of sympathy I didn’t want.

"No" I answered in a quiet voice. She came over to me and put her arm around me.

"Come on I will get you sorted out" she said and started unbuttoning my blouse "You can try a few on till we find one that fits. Take your blouse and old one off." I did and her eyes widened as she saw the bruise still evident as a hand mark on my breast.

"What happened" she asked quietly her fact studying mine for a reaction.

"The day before you came the man I killed" I said

"You poor thing" she said and hugged me tight her breasts pressing into mine, again no reaction. In fact the warmth of her body caused my nipples to soften after the cold had woken them up. She released me and looked at my breasts the nipples hardening again and then fished in a rack. She passed me a bra to try on. I fastened it in the front and spun it around she fiddled with the straps and slid her fingers in the side and cup.

"No" she said and passed me another this one I could hardly fasten.

"No" she said again another fish in the racks and another bra came my way. This one fitted about the same as the old one I had been wearing, again she adjusted the straps and slipped her fingers in.

"Nearly" she said "Try this one" she passed me a pale blue thing with lacy cups, when on she nodded

"Yes that’s it and that’s a pretty one on you, your 32a now, then she passed me a matching pair of panties try this and see if you can get away with a small women’s size. Reluctantly I undid my skirt and stepped out of it standing there in tan tights with my white knickers showing through I was terrified I bent down and undid the new boots slipped them off and dropped my tights and knickers. I dropped these in the bag with my blouse and old bra in and stood up as I stood up I noticed that dreaded blue string hanging between my legs she was looking down there at the bruises.

"Him again" she asked I nodded my head she passed me the blue satin and lace panties. I stepped into them any thing to hide the string from the tampon, they were small things that sat below my hip bones just covering my pubic hair which was visible in the lace at the front it didn’t cover all my bum either.

"Perfect" she said

"Too small" I insisted

"No they are beautiful on you and you are beautiful as well I wish I had looked you when I was your age. Hell I wish I looked like you now you’re a Knockout kid"

This was all getting a little too much for me I was trembling. She saw this and came over and gave me another big hug, was all this skin on skin contact necessary I wondered, everything was so physical. As a man you might shake hands or punch them in the arm or once in a while pat them on back with a close friend, this relationship was so much more touchy feely and she was being so nice to me that I didn’t know how to take it I just knew that no matter what I was not going to upset her or hurt her feelings.

"Thank you" I mumbled "how about you grabbing your things and I grab some bits then we can see what else we can find."

"Good idea" she said and released me.

I headed for the plainest bras and panties I could find and shoved half a dozen of the plainest ones I could into my bag then I slipped my shoes and skirt back on.

"What do you think of these?" asked Anne walking into view in just a skimpy black bra with matching panties both made mostly of lace hiding nothing.

"Very nice" I said "Bob will love them"

She grinned at me "That’s the idea"

"I am going over there" I said

"Ok I’ll catch you over there" she said happily

I wandered over to the other clothes, I threw in half a dozen large nightshirts, found some plain t-shirts I grabbed loads of them in the least feminine colours and styles I could. I put a blue one on. I headed over to the jeans and found a pair of blue ones that appeared to fit.

"That’s a good idea" came Anne’s voice "getting some that are to big for later when you grow. Lets see what size these are" she looked at the label then grabbed a pair

"Try these" she said

I put them on they hugged my bum and crotch tightly "too tight" I said

"No their just right" and she put a half a dozen pairs into bags she then put on a pair herself.

I carried on nosing around the racks I found socks and some chunky jumpers again I grabbed half a dozen of each and put one of each on. Finally I found a decent parka style jacket put one in the bag and slipped one on over the shoulder holster. I felt normal again, human.

"I’m done" I said to Anne.

"That was quick" she said still walking around in Jeans and bra.

"I’ll see if Bob and John are back and let Wendy come in" I said and headed down stairs to the exit on the way out I entered an office near the door and found a yellow pages. At the door Wendy was talking to Bob and John.

"Is that ok because that’s what Anne and I have decided" they both nodded and smiled at me as they passed on their way into the familiar ground of the men’s department.

"What was that about" I asked

"Oh just telling them what we are doing for dinner tonight" she answered "lets see what you’ve got" she had a quick nose and murmured her disapproval. I saw the Land Rover with a large trailer on the back dam near the size of a horse box with doors it was on four wheels I walked around to have a look in the back an found some mobile kitchen equipment and that was about it. The girls have probably seen this and god help us. Wendy walked up to me.

"Now we have the room can Anne and me get some more things?"

"As long as we can get the radio gear I don’t mind" I said what a big mistake that was.

She grabbed Jenny by the hand and happily headed inside.

I was waiting outside for about fifteen minutes when Bob and John came out, John out of uniform in jeans and a sweat shirt and Bob dressed much the same.

"I have a confession to make" I said after they dropped their bags in the trailer "I told Wendy that we could fit more things in with having the trailer"

"My god" said Bob "what have you created Anne not having to pay for her clothes and having the space to keep them, It’s a monster definitely"

"But you love me anyway" came Anne’s voice from a collection of carrier bags that appeared to be propelled by a small pair of legs. "Are you ok being on guard while I claim these two big strong men?"

"Yes" and stood there for an indeterminately long period of time keeping Sarah amused and myself in the process. Eventually the process was finished and we moved on to Dixon’s. Just a quick visit here binoculars, programmable dictation recorders and Anne threw in a radio CD player combined very dated these days but still popular. We turned around and started back through the pedestrianised area it turned into a free for all with Wendy and Anne it reminded me of sharks feeding. Back into the shoe shop, Mothercare Superdrug, Smiths even the remains of a jewellers. I just kept watch and thought if nothing else they will do for trade goods.

The last stop was a Ham Radio shop on the outskirts of Bishop Auckland about 12 miles away this time on the way out we drove around until we found a un-barricaded road Bob put his foot down and we drove as fast as the heavily laden vehicle could move. The gang attacked a large group older than the last lot. As they got to us there was a shower of rocks a side window broke and we fired in response the gang scattered only to reform behind us as we departed shouting and throwing rocks that now could not reach us.

"Anne, Wendy I have an apology for you" I said "as you were loading up I was moaning thinking we can get more next time, the way things are looking at the moment any thing else we need we are going to have to really need to risk that again. I also think we might have a lot of trouble with the gangs as the food runs out in the towns."

Bishop Auckland was dead no one at all was visible but may be they had heard about the Army massacre in Darlington, and we were in a Green Land Rover with an army trailer.

"John how are you on radio equipment" I asked him.

"I know the theory but now we tend to use digital electronic communications I’m no expert though" he said

"Your the nearest thing to an expert that we have" I said "So if I tell you what we are after can you find the right equipment?"

"Yes I should be able to" he replied

We found the shop and it was relatively undamaged except for a broken window John and Bob forced the door and we went in while Anne and Wendy stood watch.

"Ok what do you want" John asked.

"Ham radio transmitters base stations top of the range HF, VHF, UHF two of each different models though" I left him to find these while I found rechargeable, batteries, coax cable and connectors and dumped them in a bag.

"I’ve got those" he said "I’ve gone for Icom and Kenwood is that ok I nodded trusting him.

"Broadband receiver gigahertz down to VLF" I said

I dropped a soldering iron and solder into my bag and grabbed a couple of books of frequencies and a simple how to book on amateur radio.

"Got one AOR" he said reappearing with a box.

"CB Radios if this place does them all the hand held ones plus a couple of base stations" I said and he wandered around again.

"No joy on the CBs" he said

"Damm" I said

"Can I make a suggestion" he said

"That’s what you’re here for" I said

"Its dead easy use VHF hand held radios as I can’t think of anywhere that is even likely to keep CB radios they are antiques now" he explained

"What ever you suggest you get the idea we want full coverage on reception and transmission on as many frequencies as possible, plus I want a communication system in place for us to use." I said while putting a few more books in.

"Well with the hand helds and appropriate aerials for these that we have we’re away then" he had got my idea so I wandered outside.

Outside I couldn’t see Wendy or Anne "Where are they" I asked Bob

"They hit a supermarket just down there" he indicated down the road "then they said they had seen one more shop further along"

"I said stay together we don’t know its safe around here" I exclaimed annoyed by the situation "I will have a wander down there and see what they are doing"

I wandered down the road and turned left at the indicated corner. Half way down on the left was a Chemist approaching the Chemist was a teenager keeping very close to the wall. He had something in his hand a pistol, I dove for a doorway and grabbed my Beretta from underneath my coat I aimed from about a hundred feet and fired two shots one hit the wall near him the other missed wildly. He turned and fired at me the range meaning that the chance of hitting was low but I still pulled in that little bit further. I glanced around he was closer but the only way I could take a shot without exposing myself was with my left hand I fired three shots Bang, Bang, Click. I hadn’t reloaded after we had encountered the gang on the way out of Darlington.

"Well pretty little girls like you should not be playing with guns, I thought you were one of The Sabres" he said as he knocked the empty pistol out of my hand.

"Your to pretty for Sabre cunt, there all ugly bitches your not." A smile cracked his face "You can be my bitch, until the rest of my homeys get here"

"And you can be a corpse when your little friends come to play" came Wendy’s voice from the side of him "Now drop the hardware"

"Don’t even think of trying any thing" came Anne’s voice from behind him. He dropped the rusty looking revolver.

"Down now" said Wendy appearing briefly to kick the gun away. The lad got down on his knees sweat appearing on his greasy, acne covered forehead, his eyes showing fear his face defiant. As he lay down his face towards the ground I stood up again and retrieved my empty weapon.

"What the fuck do you two think your doing" I screamed at Wendy and Anne only to be interrupted by the arrival of the Land Rover with John and Bob. When we had finished reassuring the two men that we were all safe I started again with Anne and Wendy.

"What the hell do you think your playing at I told every one no matter what to stay together. I also said that one person was to keep watch at all times. What do I find you two shopping and this piece of shit" a voice interrupted me.

"Oi who you calling shit? Cunt" The Youth shouted up

I kicked him hard in the ribs, he made a noise as the air escaped him.

"And I find this piece of shit" I kicked once more "sneaking up behind you armed. You decided I am, how did you put it Wendy "Boss Lady" I will do it if I can’t get out of it but I do not intend to lose any of you especially through stupidity." I glared at both of them "Do you understand me?"

"Yes" came from both of them Anne’s eyes were full of tears.

"Now I have been stupid as well I didn’t reload after our excitement from before and it could of killed me, if it wasn’t for Anne and Wendy so these are the rules if I break them shout at me. Rule 1 stay together at all times. Rule 2 keep a full load. Wendy over the next few days can you brush up every ones weapon skills? Because I was shit. Any good with weapons John?" I finished my anger cooling .

"No barely adequate I’m an engineer rather than a fighter I’m afraid" he said

"Don’t worry I was just going to suggest that stay with us or go on you could probably bring us up to date on the weapons we have and Wendy can probably give you a few pointers as well" I said.

"What do we do with him" Bob asked indicating the prone figure

"Tie him up first then we can find out what is going on"

They tied his hands and feet and rolled him onto his back.

"Where are all the people what’s going on here?" I asked him

"Fuck you cunt, I don’t have to say nuttin when my homeys get here you are going to pay all of you cocksuckers will pay" came back at me then he tried to spit at me it landed on his own face.

I kicked him again "Your right you don’t have to say a thing but when "Your Homeys" get here you are just going to be a smear on the road. Put him in front of the wheels of the car feet first and Bob if you drive forward slowly we might get some thing out of him before he passes out"

Bob and John grabbed him Anne went white he started screaming.

"You sick bitch you cant do this its against the law" he exclaimed

I looked up and down the road "I can’t see any policemen" I said "perhaps if you scream loud enough one will come, then again perhaps not"

"You can’t do this" he started to talk to Bob and John "you guys don’t do what that little bitch says do you are men or what. She’s sick cant you see she’s not right in the head. Are you pussys taking orders from a little girl."

They dropped him about three foot in front of the wheel he wriggled about.

"If you tie a bit of rope to the rope on his feet then roll the front wheel over it until the wheels against his feet he wont be able to roll out the way." John tied the rope onto the protesting lads feet and under Johns direction Bob drove the Land Rover till his feet were touching the large wheel Bob revved the engine loudly. The lad was screaming Bob revved even louder then cut the engine. I walked over to him and put on a little girl act.

"I can’t here you because of the noisy engine, never mind I have never seen anyone sqwished before so if we stop half way up will you tell me what its like" I said in a little girl voice

"No, no please I’ll tell you. Please I’ll tell you" he begged

"Mmm" I said "No I think we squish you it more fun, because you called me nasty names" again in the little girl voice. I motioned Bob to start the engine the lad was crying now I got Bob to stop the engine.

"How can I tell how much it hurts if you start crying now" I asked him. With my eyes I got Wendy to come over and with a few nods of my head I got her to lead me away from the lad, and as loud as I could I said "But I want to squash him up" in the same voice.

With Wendy looking like she was leading me away I led her around the back of the car so he couldn’t see me and as loud as I could I shouted "But I want to see him squashed and I am Boss Lady aren’t I Bob?" I waved Bob to answer with my hands.

"Yes Kathy your boss can I do it now I’m fed up with his screaming Doctor Jones screamed a lot as well didn’t he" he improvised.

I gave him the thumbs up "Yes but he was nasty to us he used to lock us up and stick those needles in us" I dropped my voice as low as I could "Some thing to calm you down that’s what he used to say we calmed him down didn’t we"

I whispered in Wendy’s ear she walked around to the front where he could see her.

"But Kathy I like him can’t I keep him?"

"No he talked nasty to me, I don’t like him"

"But after you broke Nurse John you said I could have a new toy"

"I didn’t break him I just cut his willy off because it looked silly, I want him squished"

"If he tells you where all the people are can I keep him" pleaded Wendy

"Yes" I said

"And you promise not to break him not even his willy" she asked

"Ohh you spoil all my fun but yes only if he’s nice" I finished

The lad was nice and terrified of the escaped loonies. He told us what was going on a few of the lager gangs in Newcastle had joined together and what they were doing was raiding outlying areas for what they could get, people, jewellery, guns, drugs and food whatever they could take and leaving a gang presence such as we met in Darlington. Kevin was waiting for the rest of his people to arrive as the population needed guarding when they were shipped off in lorries, what for he didn’t know, he had been left behind to spot stragglers.

After he finished his explanations came the problem what to do with him In a quick conference behind the van I told them I was not willing to kill him in cold blood and we would leave him tied up for his friends, we decided to keep up the escaped lunatic routine as it might dissuade them from approaching us if there was a next time.

"Aren’t you taking your new toy" I asked Wendy

"No he’s all smelly" she said, the lads bladder had cut loose with fear

"Can I have him then?" I asked

"No he’s mine and I say we leave the smelly toy here" she said firmly.

With that we left him tied up there and drove off.

"Would you have really driven over him?" asked Anne

"I don’t know" I admitted "but I do know he would have killed you without a second thought"

"I know" she said

For the drive back it was mostly silent.

Arriving back at the hotel that now could be classed as home we found no signs of any visitors. I took high watch while they unloaded the car and trailer. I wanted time to think things were happening too quickly and I detested what I had done to that child despite the fact that he was armed. There was a metallic clunking sound and John appeared with four mounting poles for the aerials we had got.

"Is it ok if I start setting these up?" He asked. I nodded a response.

After a few trips up and down he sat down and started to assemble something that looked like a hedgehog in metal.

"Are you ok there?" he asked, again I nodded.

I carried on looking out at the fields with the two horses, the cows and the bull still together and the hills in the distance except for the fact that I was sat here by a machine gun it might have been as if it hadn’t happened. I felt a hand on my shoulder I jumped.

"Your not happy about the situation this afternoon are you?" He asked

"No it shouldn’t have happened and I should have found a better way of handling it. I was caught on the hop" I said

"No you responded to an unforeseen situation, caused by the fact that two of your people disobeyed instructions. You saved their lives probably and you got useful information all without loss of life and you have established us as something to be feared even if it is as a wandering band of Psychotics and Psychopaths, all in all a good day" he told me.

"And how do you know so much so young?" I bit back

"Because part of my training that I had done included the psychology of war. Fear is a weapon to be used, you used it and used it well in a tight situation with a bit of luck all the gangs will be looking over their shoulders worried about the mad girl who collects "willies" I know I would." He smiled at me.

"But I am no leader, I don’t like the job and I don’t want the job." I said

"Your opinion of your skills is of no consequence the facts speak for themselves all your people got out alive. As to the fact of not wanting or liking the job you are doing it and doing it well in a time of crisis so as things ease up it will get easier and as things get worse it will get worse." He said

"Don’t you want the job" I asked him

"Not for anything I am an engineer and like most engineers I tend to get preoccupied with details and miss the big picture" he laughed.

I wanted to make the comment that he seemed to be wise beyond his years but I decided not to seeing as how I looked to him. We talked while he worked and by late afternoon he had four aerials up and was sorting out the coax cable.

"Where do you want the sets set up?" He asked

"In the dining room at one end" I said

"Don’t you dare make too much mess in that dining room" came Anne’s voice.

"Why" I asked

"Because dinner tonight is formal. We are going to be civilised if it kills us."

"When? Who decided this?" I asked

"I did when we were out. You may be Big Boss Lady, but I am chief cook and bottle washer so what we eat, how we eat and when we eat is my responsibility. I say its formal so it’s formal." She stood with her hands on her hips daring me to argue.

"If you want to eat you better agree." Came Johns voice "One of the first things I learnt in the army keep on the cooks good side"

"I want you cleaned up and dressed for eight a tie is essential if you want to eat." She said to John "I am pinching Kathy now. Bob will be up in a moment to take over high guard so you can finish for dinner we are battening down the hatches and locking every thing up. We are all eating together tonight, it is Sunday you know."

I started arguing but Anne brushed it away saying I had to do some things before I got dressed for dinner.

I was first taken to the kitchen where Wendy was tending dinner pots and pans where bubbling everywhere. When she saw me she grinned what was she grinning about.

"Sit down there" said Anne, what was this some retaliation for bawling them out?

Wendy came up behind me and said sit there don’t move. They were looking at my ears her and Anne was muttering, something cold and sticky touched my earlobe then the other one.

"What are you…" I started

"Sit down and keep still we have to do this now" said Wendy

Something grasped my earlobe I turned to look, a hand turned my head back to the front and my other earlobe was grasped.

"What are you…" I again started

"Now" said Wendy there was a click on each side of me.

"What was that" I said they finished messing with my ears.

"Have a feel" said Anne. I reached up and felt my ears two little balls could be felt on one side with a post on the other. They had pierced my ears.

"Oh thank you" I said sarcastically

"Now listen Kathy" said Wendy "Anne and me have been talking we both agree that you are Boss Lady but you are going to have to understand what that means. Boss you are brilliant at even if you did shout at us we deserved it but you are going to have to be a Lady as well in the house. The way things are if we don’t try and keep a semblance of civilised society in the house we might as well be in the gangs"

Anne took over here "In this house our home we are all going to be civilised we have another child here, we are now turning into a family. So if any one wants to eat then they do what mummy Anne says or starves. As you said about the rules out side I now say here Rule 1 No muddy boots inside, Rule 2 Washing is brought down to the washing machine as I will not go looking for it, Rule 3 Meals are when and what I say no argument will be tolerated.

Rule 4 Evening meal is formal and a time for adults no one can change this rule unless it has been by prior arrangement with me."

"But Anne I don’t want to dump you in the kitchen" I said

"What do you mean dump, I enjoy it. It’s a hell of a lot more fun than crouching in doorways." She continued "Today I nearly cost you, Wendy and me our lives. I had been left on watch and I went inside for a moment it was only you risking your life that saved us, even when I came out I don’t think I could have shot the kid with intent to kill him. It’s a different world out there I don’t understand the rules yet and out and about with people depending on me I am a liability. Here I know what I am doing and until we have enough kids to need a full time teacher I claim the kitchen due to the fact I am the best at it and by god I am going to civilise you lot if it kills you." She grabbed my hand and pulled me up looking at me she said "and you my dear it might just kill."

She dragged me into the bedroom and said "Right we are going to sort you out"

"What do you mean?"

Pointing to a mirror she said "Look what do you see?" I saw myself as I was now redheaded girl in a parka with a blue jumper on and blue jeans. I told her this.

"No look properly" she told me.

I looked again. What was she talking about? Yes my face was dirty and my hands were as well so I said this.

"That’s it isn’t it you just don’t see do you" she exclaimed. "Well let’s try it this way anyone in a leadership role is loved if they put themselves on the line with the troops do you understand this principle"

"Yes like Montgomery and Rommel during World War 2 the North African campaign. Both made sure they where in the thick of the action all of the time." I said.

"Yes that’s it exactly" said Anne "But when the battle was not raging their presence made a difference and inspired people and part of that was how they looked the flair with which they presented themselves do you understand that"

"Yes" I replied not liking the direction this was going.

"For work and battle that outfit is fine but I think it needs something else." She was looking at me strangely as she said this "That coat has got to go I am afraid that can be sorted out later. But during the time that you aren’t up to your eyes in blood and filth you have to inspire these people"

"What you Bob and John or perhaps Wendy" I said

"No the ones that will come. The ones who’s babies and lives you won’t have saved personally. But your actions and peoples response to your orders will save their lives. These people are going to see you as you appear a young girl who is unsure of herself and once you get a few bitchy women and a few thick headed men talking about you then this will undermine everything that you are trying to do here." She placed her hands on my shoulders.

"But I don’t want the job. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing I’m just playing it by ear" I moaned.

"Exactly what I am saying you are doing better playing it by ear than any of us could have with a full plan and we need you." She kissed my hair on the top of my head. "The thing that you are missing in the mirror is the fact that you are an extremely beautiful woman if a little young that is self correcting and with a little creative work can be disguised. Never forget that men have died for women for millennia use your beauty it can be a tool and a weapon to throw people off guard. For wars have been fought for women."

"So am I Joan of Arc, Helen of Troy perhaps Katherine the Great I don’t think so" I sneered.

"No you are none of those you are you and I intend to help you find what you can be and the first test is tonight our first formal dinner, while its just friends."

"Well I’ve only got clothes like these" I said indicating my jeans and jumper "so I can’t I’m afraid" glad to have an escape out of all this.

"I noticed. If you thought I wouldn’t then you should have taken a little bit longer choosing and you might have got away with it. But when a teenage girl is sorted with a whole wardrobe in the time it took me to find a bra and knickers then it got my attention" she explained.

My heart was sinking at this point I started murmuring excuses which Anne just brushed away. "At the moment it is just friends here and it will be easier for you just five of us. Can you imagine doing this for the first time in front of fifty people?" Anne asked

"No" I said meaning I was not going to do any of this, Anne took this as agreement with her and proceeded to start the bath running.

"Ok" she said "Get undressed and then and into the bath then with you"

"I need the toilet first" I said trying to delay things.

"Go on then, then get into the bath" she said.

In the bathroom I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down with the silly blue panties I glanced down past the pubic mat at the almost nude lips and that dreaded blue string hanging there I pulled, I could feel the movement deep in my body as it pulled on the attached tampon the lips spread as it emerged from my body just a few little specks of blood discoloured the white object, at least that’s over for four weeks I thought. I sat there waiting and thinking of any excuse to get out of this ordeal that Anne was planning, the worst thing was I agreed with every thing that had been said I would have questioned following me if I had been me. I could see the logic of what she was saying about the evening meal as well and two weeks ago I would have put on a suit moaned a bit and loved every minute of it. It was just this week I was not myself and I did not fancy being the centre of attention. I wiped and flushed and finished undressing.

"Are you in the bath yet" came Anne’s voice

"No I’m just getting in" I answered as I slipped my bra off and had a good scratch. I got into the bath that seemed more bubbles than water I slipped into the hot water what the hell had she put in this water it stunk" My question was answered when Anne returned with two glasses.

"I put some smellies in for you" she said "and I brought you this, it might relax you a bit" she passed me a glass. I tasted it a white wine I preferred a dry red normally but at the moment a large scotch was more in keeping with how I was feeling. I took a big drink and Anne smiled and sat on the toilet with her drink.

"I know your unsure of yourself but all your insecurities are about you and your age and how you look not about what to do and when to do it. We need you strong in all areas because these insecurities could play on your mind, we need you Kathy three of us would be dead without your decisions, Sarah, Wendy and me. John and Jenny would be still stuck at the mercy of the gangs." She took a sip of her wine.

I jumped in "John would have got them out he’s a bright lad" I said.

"Yes and you got them out to a place of some safety at least for the moment and if I am not mistaken you do seem to have a long term plan" she said

"Yes sort of" I admitted "I wanted to talk about this at dinner"

"Well here is some advice say what you want to listen to what everyone has to say then you decide what you think is best not what makes everyone happy do you understand you must not try to make everyone happy because at the end of the day you will not succeed" she told me. "As much as I love him I have to say Bob couldn’t do your job he’s too soft and malleable, John is the first to admit he would be no good as leader and Wendy always defers to you. So until someone better comes along your it."

"I hope they hurry up and arrive" I said

"If they do arrive then I will happily let you fade into the background my concern is that someone who isn’t as good as you gets the job due to the fact that you are unsure of yourself. I was the one who put you down at first when we arrived I do not intend to allow anyone else to do the same thing to you." She was very serious about this that’s what was worrying me.

"What do you use on your hair its gorgeous" she said changing the subject

"Shampoo from a bottle" I answered honestly

"You are terrible you know you read the Greek Classics, you lead a supply raid into hostile territory yet you don’t know the basics." She said her voice scolding "Wendy said you didn’t want your ears pieced in case it hurt, which is why she used the local anaesthetic cream. I think she’s wrong I think it’s a case you might be a bit scared of growing up but it’s a case that you are grown up and you are going to show people that, Now wash your hair with that one" she said pointing to a bottle. I did as I was told with a shampoo that proclaimed to have essence of coconut, what coconut does for the hair I don’t know.

"Ok that’s fine shave those pits next." She said

"What?" I said

"There is a razor there shave your armpits" I picked up the razor and got the small amount of hairs there why bother I thought.

"Let the water out and stand up" I did and she passed me a tube that as at hand "Rub this all over your legs" I did as I was told and had to stand there for five minutes before showering it off. What little hair was on my legs had gone.

"Good you don’t look like a Greek refugee anymore" was her unfair comment.

"But I wasn’t hairy" I objected

"Not very but it was noticeable and you my dear are going to be perfect" I was firmly informed.

I wrapped the towel around my shoulders as normal but Anne made me wrap it around my body just above my breasts like Wendy does another one was wrapped around my head.

"Ok sit on the bed and let me get at those talons" she indicated my hands and the next fifteen minutes were spent just filling my nails "Those will have to do but if Anne catches you biting your nails then she will spank" she grabbed a bottle of nail polish and I was the proud possessor of red finger and toe nails.

"Don’t touch any thing I’ll be back in a minute" she disappeared. I considered what was going on I enjoyed her company she was fun and over the last week fun was rare but I did not like this game.

She returned with an open bottle of wine and refilled my glass despite my protests.

"Listen you I keep watching you getting more and more tense as I work on you. You have no option about what I am doing to you so you need something to relax you. I prescribe alcohol in moderation. Ok let’s get at that hair."

I don’t know how long was spent on my hair only that the alcohol in my smaller body with Anne’s generous size glasses was starting to make this experience less stressful. As for what was being done to my hair I don’t know except it involved lots of pulling, twisting and poking.

"That looks great. Have you used much makeup before?" Anne asked while sorting through a draw.

"No never touch the stuff" I answered honestly

"Well thanks to your daring idea of the raid into town we have plenty" she said happily

"That raid was for essentials of life" I said

"And if I didn’t have any make up everyone else’s life wouldn’t be worth living. I’m a bitch when I don’t have my face on" she set on my eye brows with a pair of tweezers

"Just a little bit of shaping" she said then attacked my face with happy vigour.

Make up was the next indignity all the time Anne was explaining about widening the mouth working from the cheek bones and some stuff around the eyes. I wasn’t taking note because this was to be a one off, next time I could beg out of this because this time they caught me by surprise.

"Yes that’s it" exclaimed Anne "that will do very nicely. Lets get you dressed I’ve got to get ready as well"

"Ok I said "I’ll just get my underwear on."

"No not that stuff tonight is dressy" I was told firmly "I have a confession to make I saw all the things you were getting and had a word with Wendy You now have an appropriate wardrobe we couldn’t let you live in jumpers, jeans and the little girl clothes you had here. Put these on" she passes me a pair of skimpy panties in dark blue the front was flowery lace the back would cover nothing.

"Come on I know you like blue most of your clothes you got were blue." She said I sat there looking at them "Come on now don’t mess about You have the figure for them and you will look stunning"

"Do I have to wear these ones no one will see them" I pleaded

"Exactly no one will see them so you can put them on" her female logic unshakeable I put them on they felt like they were falling down and the lace itched at the front

"Ok bra next" I did the usual fasten and twist but when I slipped my arms in my breasts where being pushes together and up.

"Its too tight" I told Anne

"No It’s fine it’s just maximising your assets" she looked at my breast "maximising them very nicely" I glanced down I had cleavage not a lot but some and my boobs looked like they had doubled in size.

She reached around my waist I felt something dangling against my legs she was fastening a garter belt around my waist.

"Slip them through your panty legs its easier if you want a pee" This was something I hadn’t thought of and I did.

Dark blue stockings were next and they were weird the little hair on my legs must have affected the way the tights felt because my legs were a hell of a lot more sensitive and when attached to the garter belt it felt like my legs were spring loaded.

"Nearly there" said Anne and went to her wardrobe "I chose this for you so I hope you like it" And pulled out a dark blue dress. I say dress but it was more like a large t shirt with no arms.

"Hope it fits I had to guess, but next time we go shopping you are going to try things on so I don’t have to guess." Anne slipped the dress over my head it was silky and tight a v at the front was showing my pretend cleavage and a v at the back stopped just above my bra strap it finished just above my knee.

"It’s too short and too tight" I protested

"No it’s not you look absolutely fantastic" she grabbed a pair of high heeled shoes again in blue all straps and about three inches of heel.

"I’ll kill my self in those" I exclaimed

"That you might but you will die looking hot girl" said Anne.

"She surely will" Came Wendy’s voice from behind me. I turned around Wendy was dressed identically to me but in green her hair was up and she was made up.

"I said you wouldn’t go to dinner looking like that when Anne found that dress." Wendy said "But then she came up with the idea that if we all looked the same then you could have no objections. Slip those shoes on and we can get you walking."

"But I will break my neck" I objected

"No you wont why do you think we got you dressed down here? No stairs" Wendy explained

"Did the boys see you?" came the question from Anne busy undressing.

"No they are about to start to get ready but I avoided them" Wendy answered

I put the shoes on and all my weight was suddenly on the balls of my feet. After a few minutes of walking backward and forwards I got the idea that you take small steps and have to put your toe down first rather than the heel.

"You think you have it bad" said Anne "to make me look good in one of those dresses I have to wear one of these" she held up a red Basque. "When you can look like that you have no problems"

"But Bob will like you in it" Joked Wendy

Wendy started helping Anne get ready while I practiced walking then after a while she came out dressed the same in red, she looked good.

"Ok time to move ladies. Wait, Wait how could I forget" she pulled out some perfume sprayed some on one wrist and rubbed her wrists together then a bit on her neck and breast. "Come here Kathy time for the heavy artillery" I got the same treatment Wendy said she had all ready.

We walked well lets be honest we tottered to the door of the dining room Bob and Johns voices could be heard inside, my knees were weak I was trembling this was worse than the shoot out earlier in the day I couldn’t get away. Anne was on one side holding my hand Wendy was on the other. Wendy pushed one door Anne the other and they marched me in as their prisoner.

"Wow" came from John

"Yes I totally agree with you there Wow" came from Bob and they both stood up Bob walked over to Anne put his hands on her hips and kissed her then he walked to me I could feel how hot his hand were as he placed them on my hips, I could smell his aftershave and I was thinking I know that one I’ve used it when he kissed me on he lips he then walked to Wendy and did the same. I stood there blinking in shock when John appeared in front of me he put his arms round me and hugged me tight.

"Don’t mess her up yet save it for later" came Anne’s voice he eased up on the hug and kissed me slightly longer than Bob had and let me go.

"Thank you for getting us out of there Kathy" he said and disappeared to Wendy.

We walked towards a table that was fully laid music was playing in the background and Bob was holding a chair out for me at the head of the table I sat down as he pushed the chair in for me. John did the same for Wendy then Bob did the same for Anne the men then went to get the first course.

"What’s all this" I asked

"Well the suits were my idea the manners are all there own idea" said Anne

We sat there making polite conversation all dressed up after the madness and horror we had seen that day and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the three course meal, I enjoyed the one more glass of wine I let myself have, and I enjoyed the company as for the kiss well I didn’t hate it. The one thing that kept going across my mind was a scene from an old film I had seen that was probably a hundred years old by now it involved a very strange meal and the film was Carry On Up the Khyber and the absurdities in that meal drew parallels in our own situation.

 

(continued in part 2)

 

 

 

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