have come across her before. Someone who can do what she can would be front page news, but what about her healing power?"
"I've been thinking about that myself. I'm wondering if these incidents are the first time she's had to reveal herself. Perhaps she's been deliberately keeping a low profile, until now."
"She'll wish she had stuck to that policy if the press ever finds out about her,” Shaun said. “She'll be besieged with people begging her to cure them.” Shaun nodded, “I'll get on it, though I'd love to know who she is."
* * * *
Mary was lying with her head resting on Carl's shoulder and with her arms wrapped around his naked torso. He was asleep and remembered the erotic feel of his body rubbing with increasing urgency against hers with only the thin sheet separating them. She examined the silver ring on her finger, a reminder of her vow to remain a virgin until she married. Carl had respected her for that and shown her there were alternatives to penetrative sex. She's learned a lot about him and a lot about herself too over the past couple of hours. She was growing up.
Mary looked at her watch, it was only nine-thirty and she decided to make them both a cup of coffee. Slipping out from underneath him, she eased herself out of bed and put on her bra, studying the love bites Carl had left on her breasts. She'd have to make sure she kept herself covered up for the next few days until they faded.
She put her coat over her underclothes and leaving Carl's bedroom she made her way downstairs and towards the kitchen. The living room door was ajar, Julie and Alex were sitting on the sofa drinking from cans of lager and watching the news. Mary slipped past the room without being noticed and once in the kitchen she busied herself making the drink.
A few minutes later carrying a mug of coffee in each hand Mary was walking past the open living room door when Alex said, “Bloody Hell!"
Stepping into the doorway she saw that Alex and Julie staring at the TV. A local news bulletin was on.
"...and Bill Harris is outside of the hospital now,” the newscaster said. The scene changed from the studio and Mary recognised Conway's General Hospital.
Bill Harris the reporter was standing with his back to the main entrance. “According to a hospital spokesman, the man was covered in exactly the same kind of mysterious blue light as the girl who was admitted on Friday, and just like the girl, the man who had fallen through a shop window is making an almost miraculous recovery."
"Do they know who or what is responsible for the phenomena, Bill?"
"Yes, according to eyewitnesses the blue light shot out of the hands of a young woman who went to help the man, but she'd disappeared before the police and ambulance arrived. They say that the girl was with a young man who was set upon by a group of young men, including the one in hospital, and..."
Mary listened to the rest of the report in stunned disbelief. “On no, Jay,” she cried. “Not again!"
"Jay? Is it Jay Williams they're talking about?” Alex leapt up off the settee and grabbed her wrist and she realised she must have spoken aloud.
She shook her head. “Of course not. Don't be stupid."
"Stupid am I?” He twisted her wrist hard and Mary cried out in pain as the hot coffee poured out of the upturned mug and over her bare legs. Alex took the second steaming mug out of her other hand and held it over her head. “Are you going to tell me the truth or do you want a coffee shampoo?” He tipped the mug slightly causing a small stream of the scalding liquid to fall onto her head and she screamed in pain.
"Last chance, Mary,” he said.
"No,” she cried. “Ok, you're right, it was Jay."
He grinned at her in triumph, released her wrist and handed her the mug of coffee. “Oh, what a shame you seemed to have spilled the other one,” he said. “Now get lost. I've got things to do."
* * * *
Jay listened apprehensively as Ben explained why he and Cassie were there and
"I've been thinking about that myself. I'm wondering if these incidents are the first time she's had to reveal herself. Perhaps she's been deliberately keeping a low profile, until now."
"She'll wish she had stuck to that policy if the press ever finds out about her,” Shaun said. “She'll be besieged with people begging her to cure them.” Shaun nodded, “I'll get on it, though I'd love to know who she is."
* * * *
Mary was lying with her head resting on Carl's shoulder and with her arms wrapped around his naked torso. He was asleep and remembered the erotic feel of his body rubbing with increasing urgency against hers with only the thin sheet separating them. She examined the silver ring on her finger, a reminder of her vow to remain a virgin until she married. Carl had respected her for that and shown her there were alternatives to penetrative sex. She's learned a lot about him and a lot about herself too over the past couple of hours. She was growing up.
Mary looked at her watch, it was only nine-thirty and she decided to make them both a cup of coffee. Slipping out from underneath him, she eased herself out of bed and put on her bra, studying the love bites Carl had left on her breasts. She'd have to make sure she kept herself covered up for the next few days until they faded.
She put her coat over her underclothes and leaving Carl's bedroom she made her way downstairs and towards the kitchen. The living room door was ajar, Julie and Alex were sitting on the sofa drinking from cans of lager and watching the news. Mary slipped past the room without being noticed and once in the kitchen she busied herself making the drink.
A few minutes later carrying a mug of coffee in each hand Mary was walking past the open living room door when Alex said, “Bloody Hell!"
Stepping into the doorway she saw that Alex and Julie staring at the TV. A local news bulletin was on.
"...and Bill Harris is outside of the hospital now,” the newscaster said. The scene changed from the studio and Mary recognised Conway's General Hospital.
Bill Harris the reporter was standing with his back to the main entrance. “According to a hospital spokesman, the man was covered in exactly the same kind of mysterious blue light as the girl who was admitted on Friday, and just like the girl, the man who had fallen through a shop window is making an almost miraculous recovery."
"Do they know who or what is responsible for the phenomena, Bill?"
"Yes, according to eyewitnesses the blue light shot out of the hands of a young woman who went to help the man, but she'd disappeared before the police and ambulance arrived. They say that the girl was with a young man who was set upon by a group of young men, including the one in hospital, and..."
Mary listened to the rest of the report in stunned disbelief. “On no, Jay,” she cried. “Not again!"
"Jay? Is it Jay Williams they're talking about?” Alex leapt up off the settee and grabbed her wrist and she realised she must have spoken aloud.
She shook her head. “Of course not. Don't be stupid."
"Stupid am I?” He twisted her wrist hard and Mary cried out in pain as the hot coffee poured out of the upturned mug and over her bare legs. Alex took the second steaming mug out of her other hand and held it over her head. “Are you going to tell me the truth or do you want a coffee shampoo?” He tipped the mug slightly causing a small stream of the scalding liquid to fall onto her head and she screamed in pain.
"Last chance, Mary,” he said.
"No,” she cried. “Ok, you're right, it was Jay."
He grinned at her in triumph, released her wrist and handed her the mug of coffee. “Oh, what a shame you seemed to have spilled the other one,” he said. “Now get lost. I've got things to do."
* * * *
Jay listened apprehensively as Ben explained why he and Cassie were there and
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