1. The Last Flight. Chapter 20


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    have done to prevent her death, that was war, Cherie!” “No, I know but even so, I have dreamed of her often.” “I would be surprised if you hadn't,” came the simple reply. “And that is all it is, Sweetheart, a dream. Your mind is still trying to make sense of it all.” My father offered his opinion. There was a moment as we all retracted into our own thoughts. “There was something else though,” I continued, still wanting to make sense of it, “Something I really don't understand. The part of the dream that troubles me more than anything.” I told them about the man who fell into the fissure and the voices. “I could not see his face clearly,” I said, “But I could read his name on the gravestone.” “Karen, you said one of the passengers was not a nice man, maybe it was your subconscious wishing him to Hell.” “He was not a passenger.” I whispered as I looked at my father who was looking intently at me. “Did you know him?” Pascale asked. I looked around at the four expectant faces and nodded, slowly. “Yes, I knew him.” I said quietly. No-one spoke. They all waited patiently and I knew they wanted to know who he was but I was afraid. I didn't know of what but something was holding me back. It was a if I might learn something that I didn't want to hear. I lowered my eyes to the table and whispered his name in a barely audible voice. As the words left my lips I looked up at my dad. His face was white and his eyes were wide open. “H... Harry... Simmonds?” he finally repeated. I nodded in ...
    affirmation. “The boy who...?” Pascale began then stopped, remembering her promise. “The boy who stole your virginity.” My father stated somewhat shakily. I looked up suddenly! “You knew? How?” I asked, shocked to the core. He didn't answer. I looked at Françoise but she just sat quietly, as though it was no surprise to her and said nothing. “Dad! Who told you, how did you know, was it Mum? She told me not to tell you in case you...” I stopped as a wave of fear swept over me. He looked at Françoise who nodded gently. I think you had better prepare yourself, Sweetheart,” he said, looking back at me but not daring to meet my gaze. “I have something to tell you that you will not like.” “Oh my Lord, Dad! What have you done?” I whispered with my hand to my mouth. My heart was pounding now and I could hardly breathe. Silence. “Tell me!” I said slowly, holding my breath. When he began to speak, he had a faraway look in his eyes as the memories came back to him. “Well, firstly,” he began, “I lied to you about losing my memory. I always knew who I was.” I opened my mouth to speak but Françoise squeezed my arm and shook her head, stopping me and allowing him to move on. “Before the attack on the German Panzer group, my regiment was reinforced with some new recruits. All young and inexperienced but full of enthusiasm. The few of us left who had been through the fighting from the beginning, tried to instil some caution into them, to make them understand that the enemy were not harmless ...
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