Lily-May McCarthy_(0)

Lily–May McCarthy was her birth name, although now she was an Evans, and had been for fifty years or more she still thought her birth name suited her better. She had considered reverting to it when her husband died all those years ago but in deference to her children, she had remained an Evans. She had two daughters and a son, all married with children of their own. They lived close by and one of them came to visit every day, just to make sure that she was ok and do a few chores for her She had lived a long and interesting (well that was one way of putting it) life. She was born and brought up in Co Cork in Ireland near to the sea. She had lived with her Mother and Father in a small croft on the headland more than four score and ten years before. Oh, how she had loved her parents she just wished that she could have spent more time with her Father, but he was a merchant sailor and was away on his ship for many long months. That meant she and her Mother were alone together, but what wonderful times they were. Her first real memories although now blurred with time, were from when she was about five years of age. Now well into her ninth decade of being on this earth her greatest enjoyment, besides her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, were her memories. One or more of her children visited her every day, but in the evening when they had all gone home she loved to sit on the porch on a warm balmy night in her rocking chair wrapped in a warm blanket enjoying her memories.

This is what she was doing when a kind joyful sounding mild warm Irish voice called her name, “Lily-May McCarthy, how are you this fine evening”. No one had called her by that name for many a year and it brought warmth to her heart and a lump to her throat. She had never seen or heard this man before, yet she knew him, she somehow knew he would come one day. He was familiar and he seemed to radiate warmth and confidence. She instinctively knew she could trust this man and tell him anything. “I am fine and comfortable”, she replied. “Especially now you are here, has it taken you long to find me?” “No Lily-May McCarthy” was the reply “I have always known where you were, but I have waited many a long year for this day. Would you like to come for a walk with me and tell me your story?” All her aches and pains had gone; she arose out of her rocker-linked arms with the man and walked spritely down the path asking where he would like her to start her story. “From the beginning Lily-May McCarthy, from the beginning where all good story’s start”, was his reply.

She was five years of age, as she had no real memory from before then so that was where she began. She had finished her chores, and after listening to her mother’s tales of the magic people fairies, goblins and the leprechauns, she could not wait to be on her way. As usual, her mother put her hands on her hips and said in a mock stern voice, “Now you listen to me Lily-May McCarthy, you be kind to people, respect your elders and above all don’t forget to leave food for the magic folk and they will look after you. Now be off with you and make sure you are home for tea”. It may have been light hearted banter for her mother and a way to keep Lily-May entertained, but to the little girl it was gospel and she loved to hear the stories of the magic folk and they had remained fresh in her mind all her life, as had the deed of leaving food for them.
If it were not a school or church day, after she had finished her chores she would race to the headland and gaze out to sea waiting for her father’s ship to appear over the horizon. Thinking and daydreaming, but above all wishing the magic people would make her dad’s ship appear. Of course, her dad always came home and they would all have a wonderful few weeks together until it was time for her father to return to sea. However, to her young mind the magic people brought her dad home, so she would leave extra food and treats out for them for looking after her.

She spent many an hour sitting on the headland daydreaming, occasionally someone would walk by. She was always polite and would talk and answer any questions, also offer to help if needed. The priest from her church came by one day and he sat and spoke with Lily-May. She told him that she was watching for her father’s ship, and hoping the magic people would bring him home soon. She told how she left food for them hoping they would look kindly upon her and bring her dad home safe and soon. The priest leaned in close to Lily-May and swore her to secrecy, he then told her that the church knew all about the magic people and was very friendly with them, and that if she was good and kind and helpful that he would talk to them and ask them to help her. Oh, she swore until her dying day that she would keep the secret and be kind and helpful, she was so excited to have a good priest to help her she would do anything for him. The priest came more frequently after that, they would talk and he would ask questions he would hold her saying he was cold and needed to cuddle to get warm. He also told her to keep his visits secret because the magic people would not approve of the priest telling anyone that the church and the magic folk were friends. If they knew, the magic people would desert her. She was to still come to church and speak to him because he thought she was a very special girl and loved talking to her. However, these meetings on the headland would have to remain a secret, if anyone found out they would want to come to the headland in the hope of getting help from the magic people and they would only spoil everything.

On one of his more frequent visits, he told Lily-May that he had a problem and that he had talked to the magic people about it, they thought she was the only one who could help him. He did not really want to ask her because he knew how kind she was and did not want to take advantage. Lily–May in her childish innocence was eager to help such a kind man, him being a priest and friends of the magic people and all. He explained that when he was cold they cuddled and rubbed each other to get warm. His problem was that he needed to cuddle and rub again but he needed rubbing in a special way because part of his body was stiff and painful, the only way to relieve the stiffness was for her to rub that part of his body.

It was stiff she thought, it was warm and stiff but at the same time it felt soft. It must have been very painful because the end of it was purple and something was leaking out of the hole in the end. It was too thick to hold in one hand so she used two. It looked funny as skin slid over the purple end, it must have been hurting the priest as he was moaning and writhing about, then he started to pant. It frightened Lily-May so she stopped, but the priest begged her to continue explaining that soon it would be better. No sooner had she got hold again and started rubbing when his body stiffened and he moaned loudly and all this thick white cream spurted out of the hole in the end. Lily-May continued rubbing but the priest grabbed her hands and stopped her. He was breathing heavily and thanking Lily-May, He went limp and the end lost its vivid purple colour, the priest used his handkerchief to clean the cream up. He then asked Lily-May not to tell anyone explaining that she was a special girl and had to keep this a secret. After all the magic people did not want everyone knowing, they were good friends of the holy church priests and nuns. Lily-May swore she would never tell and that she now hoped the priest was better.

The priest would visit Lily-May at least once a week after that, he must have been in a lot of pain, as she always had to rub him to get the stiffness out of him. She enjoyed doing it, as she liked to see the funny faces he pulled just before the white stuff would shoot out. One time when she did it some of the white stuff splashed on her face and lips, she could not help but lick her lips clean. It tasted funny, warm and creamy but very salty, but a very interesting taste nothing like anything she had ever tasted before.

A couple of weeks after that the priest came, this time sister Theresa from the nunnery was with him. They sat and talked to Lily-May and Sister Theresa asked her about the priest’s stiffness. Lily-May did not know what to do as she had sworn secrecy, but the priest said it was ok as the nun was of the Holy Church. Lily-May started to tell but the nun said she did not understand and that it would be better if Lily-May showed her. As she was rubbing him, she remembered tasting the white stuff, so when the priest started to pull funny faces she leaned in closer to get some on her face. Sure enough, she did but this time she opened her mouth to get some right inside Lily-May thought that it tasted much better and it felt good on her tongue. They both praised Lily-May saying what a wonderful girl she was and that the magic people were very pleased with her. Sister Theresa told Lily-May that she now had a terrible ache, that needed rubbing and would Lily-May do it for her. The ache was in the nun’s front bum as Lily-May called it in them days. It was different to her own; it had hair all round it, long pieces of skin hanging and was so wet that water was running out, only it did not feel like water. It was slippery and thicker than water. As Lily-May was rubbing it, the nun spread her legs wide and a big hole appeared between the hanging skins, Lily-May was frightened as she thought she had done that. The nun said that it was ok and that if she put her hand inside and rubbed fast it would make the ache go away. Nearly her whole arm went in, half way to her elbow. It felt soft, warm and squishy inside, and more liquid was coming out. Lily-May was fascinated and leaned in for a closer look, the nun went stiff and screamed for Jesus Christ, (Lily-May thought she was praying) then a jet of liquid spurted all over Lily-May’s face and in her mouth. The force of it made Lily-May choke and it stung her eyes. Lily-May started to cry from shock and thinking she had hurt the nun.
The priest and Sister Theresa would visit Lily-May regularly after that. The nun showed her how to put the priest’s stiffness in her mouth and rub it to get the white stuff out and how to swallow it. She also showed how the priest would rub his stiffness inside her front bum to get the white stuff out. Then she showed Lily-May how to lick and suck her front bum to get all of the priest’s white stuff and the liquid that made her ache out of her.

Lily-May enjoyed that summer helping the priest and the nun of the holy church, and knowing that the magic people knew how kind and helpful she was being. She kept her promise of secrecy and never told a soul.

When her father was at home, she could not have been happier, although she did not go to the headland and did not see the priest or the nun, but she knew she would see them after her father went back on his ship. One morning she got up went to the bathroom and her father was in there, he did not see or hear her. He had the stiffness just like the priest; Lily-May loved her dad and had to help him. When she took him in her mouth, her father jumped and shouted at her to get out of the bathroom. Lily-May ran to her room crying broken hearted her father had never shouted at her before and he sounded very angry. Shortly after her mother came to her hugged her and carried her downstairs, her father hugged her and apologised for shouting at her but he needed to talk to her and she had to tell him the truth. After that, she had great fun with her father and had the best few weeks of her life until he went back on his ship. However, in all the time her dad was home they never went to church in fact she had never been since not even when she got married. She did go to the headland to watch for her dad’s ship wishing the magic folk would help her and leaving food for them. However, she never saw the priest or Sister Theresa again.

Lily-May became great friends with Mary a girl in her class who lived with her Mum and Dad in a croft just over the hill. They were inseparable; they went everywhere together even took turns at having sleepovers at each other’s. They would sit for hours on the headland talking and playing games. They found a sheltered spot out of the wind where the sun could shine on them all day, it was out of sight of people who walked the headland and it felt like the girls were in a world of their own there. As the girls grew, their conversation would turn to boys; they talked of how stupid they thought they were but not all of them, some they liked and some were better than others were. They both had particular boys who they really liked. One day they had gone walking in the local woods and had heard shouting and laughing they had soon come upon a few boys playing in the lake.