Under a Ghostly Moon (Jerry Moon Supernatural Thrillers Book 1) by William Moore, Beverley Moore Page A

No.  And this is the part that'll make you think I deserve to be called Mad Terry." Terry leant conspiratorially close to Moon across the table.
    " Really?" Moon was enjoying Terry's sense of theatre.
    " Yeah.  You see Viking boy and his girls look around as if they're afraid someone will see them then he puts an arm around each of their waists and they fly off into the night."
    Moon choked on his beer .  "They flew?" he sputtered.
    Terry nodded as he wiped bits of foam from his face.  "Yeah, well he flew.  It seemed like he was the one providing the lift, straight up into the sky like a frigging super-hero.  And I hadn't even had any blow that night, let alone anything stronger, so I wasn't hallucinating or nothing."
    " And do you hallucinate?"  Moon wondered if Kate had been playing a prank on him by hooking up with this weirdo.
    " Well, yeah sometimes.  I like a bit of blow and I drop the occasional tab of acid or 'E' but not a lot nowadays and this wasn't one of my normal hallucinations.  It was far too sensible."
    Moon pondered this information for a second .  Terry was obviously not the most reliable eyewitness ever to have walked the earth but Moon had himself noticed something odd about the 'Viking' and his girlfriends and he was used to trusting his gift where the supernatural was involved.  He heard the bell over the door ring and looked over Terry's head towards the main entrance.  Sonia and Avril had just walked in.  "Look, thanks Terry, I owe you a pint, but I really need to talk with one of those girls who've just come in.  Do you mind if we continue our conversation some other time?"
    " No problem, Moon, old mate," said Terry draining his glass.  "Mine's a Guinness." With a growing sense of trepidation Moon picked up their empty glasses and headed for the bar.
     
    Sonia stood at the bar looking like a pretty consumptive in her white make-up.  She was wearing a black trench coat, a furry black sweater decorated with silver beads, a black leather mini skirt, black tights and a pair of black laced boots with chrome decoration and two-inch thick soles.  Over her shoulder she carried a black moulded-latex rucksack, which looked like an alien parasite.  Avril was slightly more conservatively dressed in a black sweatshirt bearing a picture of a rose in a pool of blood with its petals twisted into the face of a skull and the logo for Stoker's Kiss in gothic script underneath it.  Over this she wore a black beaded jacket with a fluffy fake-fur collar.  Her legs were encased in very ordinary jeans over black, chrome-tipped cowgirl boots.  Sonia regarded Moon with a grim expression.  "Avril reckons I ought to give you another chance," she sighed.  "I suppose you can't really be blamed for an honest mistake but you're going to have to prove you're worth the trouble you've caused."
    Moon grinned .  "Well, we could always take up where we left off…" he replied.   Avril spun round and glared at him in exasperation.
    " Why do men always think of that before anything else?" hissed Sonia.  "It'll be a long, long time if ever before we get back to that, Mister.  I'll have you know I spent most of last night with a bag of frozen peas clasped between my thighs to keep the swelling down… for what good it did me.  I'm sad to say I now put your 'little soldier' to shame in that department, if last night's viewing was anything to go by." She gestured archly to the relevant part of Moon's anatomy.
    T he pointed remark failed to hit home.  One advantage of being a male nurse was that you saw enough of other men's anatomies to know where you stood in the penis stakes.  Moon knew he was about average as these things go and wasn't going to let a little bitchiness upset him.  Visibly disappointed by his lack of reaction, Sonia continued, "What I meant is that you need to show that you're serious about making a go of it even if we do have to wait a while to consummate things.  What do you say?"
    It took a