1. The Last Flight. Chapter 22


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    of you,” I said, swallowing back the aching lump which seemed to want to silence me, "I don't deserve it.” “Yes you do!” Pascale jumped in, “You really do deserve it, and more!” Her face was reddening. “You have been so sweet to me. You have treated me with such respect and I will never meet another whom I will respect as much as I do you!” Her face was glowing now and I could feel mine beginning to turn a matching hue. “I know that you know how I feel about you,” she whispered, “And you have never let me believe that there could be anything between us and, at the same time, you have been my best friend and confidante so it is me that should be thanking you, Karen. I will always be your friend, whenever you need me.” I was lost for words now and blushing furiously. Dominique was just sitting, staring at her sister, mouth wide open. “You mean...? You wanted...?” “Oh shut up Dominique!” Pascale scolded and she snapped her mouth shut. “Your Mum will explain,” I said to her. “It's OK,” she replied, “I do know of these things, I just never knew that Pascale..., wow.” “Well, you support her, Little One. It is not easy in this day and age.” She looked at her sister. “Oh Gosh, Pascale I am so sorry, I didn't mean anything. I was just surprised, that's all.” Pascale took her sister's hand and smiled. She said nothing but gave a little nod to show that she understood. “Besides,” I stared at her, “I thought it was you who wanted to be close to me.” “Ha! Me? No. Why did you think ...
    that?” “Because of how you were with me on my first night here.” “Oh, that!” she chuckled, “Crikey no. I was just trying to help you and make you comfortable. When you stopped me I thought I had offended you, at least for a moment.” We sat quietly for a time, each of us lost in our own thoughts as the room dimmed with the setting sun. Dominique got up to switch on the light and collect the dessert bowls from the table to wash them. It was so quiet that that the gas popped audibly as she lit the stove for some hot water and the gas hissed as the blue flames flickered beneath the big iron kettle. It was Françoise who broke the silence. I had noticed her exchange glances with my dad before she spoke. “Dominique, would you come and sit down for a moment, I want to ask you both something.” The young woman returned to her chair without question but with a look of puzzlement on her face. I waited as she returned to the table and took her place. I, too, was curious as to what she wanted to say. My journey the following day had been discussed thoroughly and I could not think of anything we had missed. We sat quietly, impatiently, looking at each other and then, I looked at my dad. He smiled and seemed a little nervous. Was he now going to tell me he could not come to the airport with me? The few moments we waited seemed like an eternity but then, Françoise cleared her throat gently and took a deep breath. Her face remained serious as she addressed her daughters. “I have to tell you both ...
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