1. The Last Flight. Chapter 20


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

    and that it was not going to be an easy task to push them back to Germany. One boy in particular, Harry Simmonds, knew me as a neighbour but saw me as a drunken coward and wasn't afraid to remind me when I tried to teach him not to be too gung-ho.” “You lied to me?” I struggled to get the words out, my mouth and throat suddenly bone dry, “After all that has happened, you lied to me?” I turned to Françoise and glared at her, feeling my heart breaking as the one person I trusted seemed to be keeping things from me. “And you knew about it?” I said slowly, shaking now, “And you said nothing?” She squeezed my forearm firmly. “Let your father tell his story, Karen, wait until he is finished before you make judgement.” I turned back to him and stared hard at his face. I could see the anguish as he waited patiently so I listened, trembling inside. “Your mother never said a word about what happened to you those few years before. As I said, Simmonds was a young recruit who had joined us from training. He was cocky, knew it all. I tried my best to get him to be a little less certain of his abilities, to make him realise that the enemy were very real and not yet beaten, who would try to kill him at every opportunity they had but he wouldn't listen. Although I was a corporal he just treated me with contempt. He always delighted in calling me an old drunk, in telling me how useless I was and when I threatened to charge him he would just say, 'go on then, lets see what they would think of ...
    you when I tell 'em'. In the end, I gave up. Let him take a bullet I would think. He would soon learn... if he survived.” He paused to take a drink and I looked at the faces of the three women near me. Dominique and Pascale were staring and listening intently and Françoise was watching me. I had a feeling she already knew all about what my dad was saying but how, I had no idea. At last, he continued with his tale. “Somehow, even with all his stupid bravado he managed to avoid being hit, time after time and always he would taunt me. Then one night, we were attacked by a panzer division. They had us pinned down in a small town and I found myself alone with Simmonds, trapped in a house on the edge of a forest, separated from the others and a Tiger tank outside. Germans were everywhere. We were standing beside a window, the glass and frame long gone and I listened carefully for sounds of movement. There were sporadic cracks as snipers from both sides tried to get the upper hand but, for a while, it was stalemate. Suddenly, Simmonds spoke. 'ows that daughter of yours, what's 'er name, Karen wasn't it?' I didn't answer. I had no desire to talk about you with a scum bag like him but he didn't stop. 'She were good' he said, 'loved a bit o' nookie that one and tight too!' he began to laugh. I stared at him. 'What did you say?' I asked him, hardly able to believe that I had just heard him talk about you in that way. 'You 'eard me!' he sneered 'I 'ad 'er virginity. Lovely she were, one ...
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