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The Last Flight. Chapter 25
Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
felt clammy and the faint aroma of Gasoline made me feel sick. Again that horrible feeling of uncontrollable terror began to claw at my insides and began to rise from the pit of my stomach and I tried to tell myself that it was still my mind playing tricks but still, the smell grew in intensity and I could feel myself perspiring in the heat. I gripped the armrest with the the strength of one possessed and squirmed in my seat, eyes screwed tightly closed as I fought the battle against the demons in my head and, slowly, the demons began to gain the upper hand. I forced open my eyes and, once again I stared at the huge, round cowling, three silver blades, motionless, black oily smoke billowing from the vents back over the top of the wing and the ground rising rapidly to meet us. “No!” I screamed inside my head, “No, it is not on fire. It is memories, just memories...!” and I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again. Still the ground was getting nearer, buildings, roads, trees, parks all getting bigger but the little pointed cowling in front of the wing was clean, its two small blades flashing in the low sun as they spun freely and even from the short exhaust pipe there was not a hint of smoke. “Quickly, drink this!” Pamela's urgent voice. “I have to strap in!” “No!” I shouted, pushing her hand away, “No more sedatives, I can do this!” “It's only water, I promise, now please, quickly, we will be touching down soon.” I took the glass and gulped it down. It tasted clean ...