Yes, but he's interrupted.

The Beast that had been Doctor Turner moved through the halls, following the scent of the pheromones released by victims of this new virus. He didn't know who carried this new mutation or what she looked like -- the part of the beast that was still a scientist thought of her as "patient zero" -- but the scent was different enough that he could follow it as long as the trail was fresh. After a short time these new pheromones would disperse and be covered over by the smells of the standard infectees, but if he hurried...

He turned a corner, so intent on the spoor that he didn't notice the German teacher, Mahalia Davis until he bumped into her. Once she'd been a dried-up old prune who'd made his life miserable by calling for creationism to be added to the science curriculum and trying to get his department's funding cut when he and the other science teachers resisted. Now she looked young and voluptuous, her firm ebony breasts offset by a hot pink lace bra under a white shirt so sheer it was almost invisible and a black leather miniskirt so short it might as well be a belt with delusions of grandeur. Her six-inch stilettos didn't provide much in the way of balance, so contact with him knocked her on her generous booty. He could see a hot pink thong matching her bra under the short skirt as she laid sprawled in the hallway.

"Big, STRONG man," she cooed. "Seeing as I'm already down here..." she spread her legs wider and began to stroke her pussy through the sheer fabric. The smell of her arousal filled the hall, obscuring the trail. The Beast's dick swelled at the sight and smell of his old enemy offering herself to him.

"Well, hate sex is the best sex," he thought.