1. The Last Flight. Chapter 25


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    The corridor ahead was not long at all but to me it felt endless and stretched far away into the distance. The effort required to raise my feet and place one in front of the other was becoming greater with each step. The air was becoming thin, or so it seemed, and each and every breath became more and more laboured as my heart beat strongly, thudding inside my chest so loudly I was sure it could be heard all around the airport. I was climbing a mountain and, right now, I felt that in the truest sense. Suddenly, I stopped! There, right in front of me was the glass panelled door that opened out onto the apron, the outside, my new life. I stood still, looking out through the window at the vast expanse of concrete where the aeroplanes parked, awaiting their cargo of passengers, rich people, business people and... me. Using every ounce of strength left in me, I raised my arm, gripped the handle and slowly pressed it down until the door was released and I pulled it inwards. An arm appeared from behind me and held the now wide open door for me to pass through. My mind in a haze, I stepped out onto the concrete where, standing in the bright sunshine, I saw her, as immaculately dressed as I was, in the company's smart scarlet uniform. Pamela Barnes. She was smiling broadly and stepped forward I was a little startled as she greeted me. Not with a hand shake as was her normal way but threw her arms around me in a hug. I put my free arm lightly around her trim waist until she released ...
    me. “I am so pleased to see you, Karen!” she gushed, “You look great. Just as I knew you would. I have been following your progress every inch of the way.” My fears seemed to diminish as she spoke and my head cleared as my thoughts were diverted for a time. “Hello Pamela,” I returned her greeting, “I am so pleased you are here, where is the aeroplane?” I looked beyond her, searching for a shining silver DC-3 but I couldn't see one. “Just over there.” She indicated a small De Havilland Dove with the name 'Silver City' marked above the top of the cabin wimdows. It was a small, twin engined executive aircraft with just eight seats. I knew TEA didn't own any of these so I thought I must be mistaken. “Where?” I asked her, “I don't see it.” “Oh, sorry, of course you won't know,” she smiled, “It is the Dove. TEA chartered it to take some of the directors to Paris so they decided to use it to take you home.” “Oh, I see.” I replied and then realised that I would not know the pilots. I wondered if they had been briefed about me or they just thought I was another company employee travelling home unscheduled. I turned to the others. “Do you mind if we say goodbye here?” I asked them, a lump forming in my throat at the prospect of leaving them. “No, that will fine,” Françoise said, “I am sure we all understand.” She looked at my dad and Doctor Harlow. They both nodded agreement. “Well, goodbye, Doc,” I imitated his American accent first then continued with my normal voice. “I have been very ...
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