1. The Last Flight. Chapter 21


    Date: 7/18/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    the most important people in my life right now.” I turned to look at her, “Along with Pascale and Dominique of course!” I quickly added. Françoise chuckled. “Hmm,” she said, “I think Pascal has developed a bit of a soft spot for you.” I could not reply to that and I wasn't surprised at all. Pascale had been close to me ever since that first time when she climbed into bed beside me, but it made me a little sad too. I could only think of Pascale as a close friend, maybe even a sister but that was all. I had no sexual attraction to her at all. Françoise seemed to sense my thoughts. “I think she has a crush on you. Oh, don't worry,” she smiled as I opened my mouth in a half hearted attempt to protest. “I have seen how you are together.” “I am sad she feels that way about me,” I confessed, “I don't want her to be unhappy when I leave. I will stay in touch and come and visit, I promise that much. But I want her to be happy, to find someone whom she can fall in love with.” “She will, one day, I am sure,” she replied, “She is young and has her whole life ahead of her.” “I feel strange, Françoise.” my mind had started to whir, thinking now of my own future and what lay ahead for me. She turned her head to face me whilst still lying back in the deck chair. “Not in the way I did when I first came here,” I reassured her. “Strange, in that I don't know which way my life is heading now. So much has changed since the crash. I have nothing to go home for.” Françoise gazed steadily at me ...
    as she spoke. “Karen, You have much to go home for. You are young, too and have so much ahead of you. The one thing this crash has done is opened your eyes and put your life into perspective. Now you can see clearly. You no longer have to search for love.” “But I feel so different now, as though my old life is over and a new one has not yet begun. I think Karen Farmer was indeed killed on that day and I have yet to be reborn.” There was a silence whilst Françoise studied me, her eyes looking deep into my soul as though contemplating what to say next. Before too long she spoke. “There is something that may set you on the first step of that new life, Karen.” I frowned, puzzled at what she meant. I wanted to ask but I didn't know what to say. A kind of fear seamed to wash over me and my heart missed a beat as she reached into her pocket and took out an envelope and looked at it. “I received this some weeks ago. The sender asked me only to pass it to you if, or when, I thought you would be ready. I think that now, you are ready.” She handed me the envelope. Now I looked at it. It was an expensive velum with nothing on the front but my name, hand written in black ink. It had a slight scent which I attributed to being in Françoise' pocket but it didn't seem quite the same as the scent that she wore. I turned it over and looked at the back but there was nothing there save an embossed logo of the stationary company and a red wax seal containing an ornate J . I looked back at her and ...
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