[u][b]Mary Hawthorne - her house[/b][/u]

Mary stirred slightly as a gentle touch moved down her arm, unearthing memories of all but forgotten pleasures that awakened a throbbing in her womb that would not be denied, followed shortly by a gentle shaking. 

"It's still morning, Dearest", Mary murmured huskily in mock protest and she rolled over onto her back, looking forward to what was coming next, "You can have me, but least let me wake up, first.."

Then she opened her eyes, and the moment was gone.  

Instead of her husband John, sitting on the edge of her bed next to her was Shelby, in a rather pensive mood. This irritated Mary greatly. It was bad enough the young woman had dredged up memories of the only man that had ever really satisfied her....she had also reminded her of why she had suppressed the memories of what she had given up for her power. 

“Mary", Shelby said impatiently as she nudged her again, "Wake the fuck up, I need something.”

"What do ye want, ye slattern?", Mary hissed as she sat up with a start, leaning forward until she was nose to nose with the younger woman. "Did I not tell ye to come back after sundown?.

Mary's teeth bared slightly as Shelby explained.

"A mason jar?!?", Mary bellowed, "Ye woke me up for a damned Mason Jar? What is the matter with ye?" Mary then leaned back and rested on her arms, then planted a foot on Shelby's back and began to push. "Go ask the damned robot for one....and why don't ye make yourself useful and draw me a bath!"

"Miss Mary", the Robot, hovering in the doorway began to say. "I...."

"Damn you!", Mary bellowed as she snatched up a pillow from her bed and hurled it successfully at the robot, "go tend to the horse, will ye?"

"Yes, Ma'am", the robot replied obsequiously as it retreated out of the room and floated away. "Right away Ma'am".  

It was then that Mary noticed that Shelby was armed to the teeth, carrying several weapons and had left a stout staff leaning against the wall.

"What are ye up to?", Mary demanded, "Why are ye armed for battle to collect a mason jar?" Her eyes narrowed accusingly and she hissed in a whisper. "Are ye thinking of trying what you saw this morning? Ye know nothing of what I know....it would end very badly for ye to try thy hand at something that powerful."