1. The Last Flight. Chapter 26


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    journalists and photographers when you get to the arrivals hall. If you cannot face them we will go through one of the hangers and out the back way.” “Oh gosh,” I gasped. I hadn't really thought about that. “No, I will be all right,” I continued, “As long as I can freshen up first?” “I think we can arrange that,” she grinned, “There is the crew rest room before the main hall so we will use that.” I took my small suitcase and followed her and Jemima down the steps and across to the crew entrance just a few yards away where we slipped unnoticed into the rest room. It was deserted, I was pleased to see, and I went straight into the 'Ladies' and looked at my reflection in the long mirror. I let out a sigh and hoped that the others were not in too much of a hurry. I could see quite a bit of touching up needed to be done. I remembered, suddenly, how tightly I had gripped the armrests and immediately looked down at my nails. I breathed a big sigh of relief . There was only minimal damage, nothing that a nail file couldn't sort out. At that moment, Pamela joined me and saw me staring at my nails. “I brought these with me,” she said, holding up a pair of white cotton gloves and smiling broadly, “Remember them?” “Yes,” I giggled, “I do and I'm pleased to say I won't be needing them but you do seem to think of everything, Pamela.” “Oh, I have been doing this job for a long time, Karen.” she smiled. I stepped towards her and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I have a lot to be grateful to ...
    you for, thank you.” “You have no need to thank me,” she replied, “You did all the hard work and you will do it again, I know. You have been the strongest and best Stewardess I have ever had the pleasure to train and I will do whatever I can to help you get your confidence back, don't you worry.” For the next thirty minutes, the three of us concentrated on getting our make-up perfect. Pamela didn't need anything but she helped me get straightened out whilst Jemima attended to her own smudged face until, finally we were ready to face the world. Pamela looked carefully into my eyes. “All right then,” she said gently, “Ready?” I looked across to Jemima who smiled and gave me a little wink. “Yes,” I replied, “I am.” In the arrivals hall, the journalists and photographers were waiting and , as soon as we appeared, bulbs began popping and shouts of 'over here' and 'Miss Farmer'. I put on my most confident walk, held myself erect and smiled sweetly for them as questions such as 'How do you feel now?' and 'Will you be flying again soon?' came at me from all sides. I smiled sweetly at them but said nothing. Pamela, sensing my discomfort, fended off the questions with her own statement. “Gentlemen, please, give her little space. A press conference has been arranged for tomorrow nd we will anwer your questions then.” Finally we were through and outside a car was waiting. I smiled and waved to the following photographers as we pulled away. Only then could I relax and breath easily once ...
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