Nobody could hear him; he knew that, but he tried for another minute, then dropped the cat over the side, and, holding the girl by her wrists, dropped her over the side and let her slip to the ground. He followed, finally realizing how shallow he’d been breathing. He felt like he was about to pass out, but pulled the girl away from the shed as far as he could manage. The cat followed, nuzzling his chest for her kittens. “Oh sure, feel me up before there’s anything to feel,” muttered Chris, who planned on having breast implants after he’d been on estrogen longer. Then he started to cry, wishing he had the courage—and the energy—to go back inside and save the rest of the kittens and the horses and whatever else was in there, and be the strong manly hero his father would have been proud to ca
