1. The Last Flight. Chapter 26


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

    again. I had never in my whole life been the centre of so much attention and I really wasn't too sure if I liked it. Pamela looked at me. “I am sorry about springing the press conference bit on you like that but you know how they are. They need to know everything as soon as possible.” “I sort of guessed there would be something,” I confessed. “The company had mentioned it whilst we were planning my recovery so it wasn't a total surprise. I just hadn't given it much thought.” I sat quietly for a moment and then continued. “Pamela, that flight...” I began, “It was the most terrifying time of my whole life. Even worse than the night when they bombed the factory.” She didn't comment but waited patiently whilst my mind churned over the thoughts. “What if I cannot conquer those fears? What if I can't fly again?” “Karen, you can't think that way. There is plenty of time and you musn't rush. Just concentrate with getting back to normal. I will help you all the way.” She took my hands and raised them. “You did it once, you can do it again. Tomorrow, after the press conference, we will be having meeting with the managers to discuss what we do about getting you fully fit again. In the meantime, you should rest and settle back into your own home.” The car took a little time to get to my home in New Cross and I realised that life here had gone on as normal whereas, for me, time had been standing still. Eventually, the car pulled up on front of my house and we all got out. The car, ...
    however, didn't leave. “On the flight over, Mrs. Rana, and I discussed this moment,” Pamela said. “She said that if you were agreed she would remain here to help you settle and then stay in a nearby hotel for the the time being, Is that all right?” I agreed, relieved a little that I wouldn't be immediately alone. “All right, I will see you tomorrow then and, after the conference, we will discuss your return. The car will be here at Ten,” and, with that, she took her leave of us and returned to the car, waving goodbye as it pulled out into the traffic. A short flight of stone steps led up to the front door and I stood at the bottom looking up. It appeared exactly as it did when I closed it behind me on that fateful day in June. There were a few leaves from the trees on on the top step but, other than that, nothing had changed. Slowly, step by step, Jemima and I went up to the door and I pushed my key into the lock and turned it, pushing the solid wooden door inwards. It moved a little and then resisted any further movement. I pushed a little harder and realised that there was a pile of letters on the floor behind it. Once inside I closed the door behind us and stood looking down the hallway. Somehow, it didn't feel like home any more. It was as I had left it, of course but now it felt like a time capsule, a remnant of my old life, a life which I now desperately wanted to leave behind. I didn't spend much time there anyway, since becoming a stewardess. It had become little more than a ...
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