1. The Last Flight. Chapter 21


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

    “I am not sure how I am supposed to feel. Should I not feel this way about a man?” “Why?” Françoise asked, quite simply. “Shouldn't I fall in love, get married, have children...?” “Well, that is what usually happens, what is expected but sometimes that is not the reality.” She paused. “These feelings you have for Jemima, have you ever felt them for a man?” I didn't need too much thought before I replied. “No,” I said, “I have been with so many men, hoping, wishing but they have all been the same, wanting the same thing. Some of them were married, I am ashamed to say. I stupidly thought that if they were married they would be different but no, it was stupidly naïve of me to think it.” “Not stupid, Karen,” she smiled, “Naive? Certainly but equally certainly not stupid. Sadly, you craved the love that your father lacked the ability to give you.” “So I am destined to stay single for my whole life?” “Who knows what the future holds, I certainly don't but there is one thing you need to ask yourself. Is there anyone you have ever met who wants you for yourself, not just for what you will do? Someone who thinks so highly of you that they would risk their own life just to ensure you are safe?” I pondered the question, thinking of all the men I had ever met. Not one of them fitted into that description. I was about to answer in the negative when I stopped myself and looked at Françoise. She was smiling and raised an eyebrow as if she could see inside my head, hearing every thought as ...
    it formed. “You mean...?” I began, slowly. She didn't answer but tilted her head to one side, still with her eyebrow raised. “Jemima?” Again, no answer. "But she is a woman. She can't..." I stopped, “Can she?” “Can't she?” came the cryptic reply, “Why not? Did you feel nothing when you touched her thigh to teach her a lesson?” “Well, yes, I did,” the words came slowly as I remembered. “But I was confused, lonely, although, at the time, I didn't know it.” “Maybe, but didn't Jemima feel something to? Something that led her to seek for for you instead of looking after herself?” “Damn it, Françoise, you are right, ” I exclaimed, “Why not indeed!” I lay back in the deck chair, a warm feeling spread through my body which seemed to be starting in my heart but then, more quickly than it had begun I snapped back into reality. I had felt like this before, with Harry Simmonds and goodness knows how many others. All that would happen is that I would set myself up and get hurt once again! No, I thought, let it go. I will be alone for the rest of my life and then no-one can hurt me... ever. Through my thoughts I realised that Françoise had spoken. “Oh, sorry,” I said, “I was far away. What did you say?” “Just that I would write and let Mrs. Rana know which flight you will be on.” “No, don't do that.” I said, staring up into the branches. “Oh! But I thought...” she frowned, confused. I turned to face her. “What would be the point, Françoise. I mean, really what would be the point?” I sighed ...
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