I served up dinner, so we sat close together to eat. Afterwards, as was our custom, we simply sat cuddled together on the sofa, either reading or watching the TV. Ed liked the football, ice hockey, basketball and baseball games. I understood none of them, but enjoyed his attempts to explain what was going on. I deliberately pretended to misunderstand, and it drove him mad. He always bit, so I usually ended up being tickled. This usually led to sex, so the game was forgotten.
This evening, however, he was so damn tender, I felt like screaming. Eventually, he acknowledged that I was still relatively safe to move around without being wrapped in cotton wool!
When we went to bed that night, we had one of the best ever sex sessions. I was lying close to him, as he just caressed me to a point whereby I was a quivering mess. He then swung on top of me, and as he penetrated me, I had the most amazing orgasm! I almost screamed the place down, so he stopped, thinking I was in pain. But my finger nails on his butt got him going, and we were away.
I have heard many things about sex from all sorts of experts, but with us, the fact that our mental awareness was so in tune with the other, we managed to share each other’s experiences. This brought us to a height of climax that I don’t believe anyone else could achieve, and us so close as to be as one.
The next morning, Saturday, we had a little lie in, until seven thirty. We went for our usual jog together, but I did take it easy on the exercises. Then we went off to the mall to do some shopping.
Ed wasn’t keen on shopping, and it was a new experience for me. In my previous life, I had been a bare essentials shopper, but now, I actually enjoyed wandering almost aimlessly around the huge Wal-Mart store.
Ed used to get bored, often disappearing to look in the sports or gun shop, so today was no exception. I had most of the groceries on my list in the cart, and was just looking at the variety of baby stuff on sale when he went walk-about. I just smiled and kept going.
I first became aware that something was wrong, when I saw one of the security guards on the ground, and I assumed the pool of liquid he was lying in was his blood.
I hadn’t heard anything, but there was so much background noise, that did not surprise me. I quickly backed up the aisle, and sent a mental alert to Ed.
‘Ed! Something’s wrong. A man been shot or stabbed. I think the place is being robbed. Call the cops!’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Yes, call cops.’
I saw movement from behind the semi mirrored glass in the office, which I assumed was the cash office, from which a large scruffy man came out. He had a black handgun in his right hand and a holdall in his left. I dodged behind a pile of detergent, and peeped round.
Another man, this time black, followed him out. He had a revolver type handgun and a black rucksack.
‘Two men. One white, 6’2’ heavy build, dirty blue jeans, brown work boots, grey sweater and dark jacket. Long brown hair, needs a wash, unshaven. I would say mid to late 30s. The other black, late 20s, 5’8’, slim, short cropped hair, black clothes. Both with handguns, white man has automatic, black has revolver. I can see one security man on floor, not moving, bleeding.’
‘I’m with the cops now, honey, what are they doing?’
‘They are trying to decide which way to go. Both are carrying bags.’
The men looked around them when an alarm sounded. I followed them as they ran towards the main doors. As they got there, a police car pulled up, so they stopped and ducked out of sight.
‘They are to the left of the front door, hiding behind the fruit counters.’
‘Get out of sight, honey, the cops are here.’
‘They are on the move again. They’ve split up, the white man is heading for the far fire exit, it comes out by the carpet store. The other man is looking for someone. I think he plans to take a hostage.’
‘Don’t let it be you.’
‘I’m well hidden. He’s found a woman with a little girl. He is shouting at them.’
he black man picked up the little girl, holding her in front of him. He then made the woman walk behind him. He placed the gun against the little girl’s head. Both she and her mother were screaming.
Two officers ran into the store, guns out in front of them.
“You come any closer, I’ll waste the girl!” the man shouted.
“You don’t want to do anything stupid. Drop your weapon!” shouted one of the cops.
“You drop your fucking weapons, or I will kill her!” the man screamed.
There were a series of three shots from the other exit, and then two more. The black man looked very nervous.
‘They just got the other guy. If you hadn’t told me where it came out, he would have got away. Well done! What’s happening now?’
I told him what was going on, feeling completely helpless.
‘Ed, can we try something?’
‘What?’
‘If we both try to get into this guy’s head, we might be able to freeze him long enough for the cops to do something.’
‘How?’
‘Tell the cops to expect something strange and just join with me.’
I felt his mind join with mine, so I closed my eyes and concentrated. I sought out the life forces of everyone else around me, by seeking their thought patterns. I found the little girl. She was hysterical, as was her mother. Then I found the man. He was confused and barely rational. I discerned the presence of some form of intoxicant, his brain was very odd. But I was in. I sought the motor control, so we just hit it with a mental bolt of energy with a command,
“FALL DOWN!”
The man’s eyes bulged for a moment, but then he fell like a stone stare, dropping the little girl and the gun. The mother grabbed the girl, and they ran away as quickly as they could. The two officers were on the man, restraining him before he recovered control.
Ed came running over to me as I came out of my hiding place. I suddenly felt very weak, and not for the first time in my life, I fainted.
Chapter Ten
Special Agent Howard Miller FBI.
The file landed on my desk. Some wag had scribbled ‘X FILE’ on the front. As I was recovering from a back operation, I was temporarily assigned to light duties. I only took on non-confrontational and miscellaneous enquiries.
This file pertained to the inexplicable and remarkable healing of a severely injured US Marine Sergeant Major, and his subsequent involvement in the foiling of an armed robbery, in which he and his wife seemed to invoke some form of mental telepathy to communicate with each other and used mental powers to disable the perpetrator!
Each event on its own would not have drawn comment, but because the computer identified the name RYAN as being involved in two unconnected incidents involving the unexplained, it landed on my desk.
Now, I had a problem. Ryan, Edward J. was a US Marine, and as soon as I instigated any form of investigation, the Department of Defense would be on my tail as soon as I could blink. So I had two options, be as sneaky as possible and hope they never found out or bring them in at the outset.
Neither Ryan, nor his attractive wife, was suspected of any crimes, yet the events were sufficiently abnormal to warrant closer examination. The crux being, if the paranormal was involved, and either or both parties were in some way gifted, you can bet that Uncle Sam would want to utilise those gifts without anyone knowing about it.
I made a few preliminary enquiries, which entailed a few phone calls, some to the U.K., which gave me a broad history of the couple’s recent activities. It was enough.