1. The Last Flight. Chapter 26


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

    and stared at each other. I began to laugh and it seemed to spread from deep within me. It must hve been contagious because then she began laughing too. She didn't ask why I was laughing, I suppose she found it obvious but suddenly I had something to laugh about. I felt free and, for the first time that I could remember, I was truly happy. Finally, we stopped and just remained looking at each other. I was the first to speak. “Jemima...” I said said slowly, “Where are you staying?” “Oh, erm, a public house just round the corner, The Marquis of Granby. Do you know it?” “Yes, I know it, I have been in there several times but I didn't know it was a hotel too!” I replied, somewhat taken aback. “Actually, It isn't...” she retorted, somewhat sheepishly. “They have many unused rooms and, for a price, the landlord has allowed me to use a couple of them. I hope you don't mind but what is the use of having money if I don't take advantage of it?” “I don't mind,”I laughed lightly, “As long as you understand that I do not want your money. I pay my own way, Yes?” She smiled. “Yes, all right, but that doesn't mean I can't spoil you sometimes!” I held her close once more and then stepped back and returned my gaze to the hallway ahead of us. It seemed to stretch out into the distance and the stairs which began beside it seemed as unassailable as Mount Everest. I turned back to her. “Jemima,” I whispered, “I can't say here. It's not my home any more.” She frowned with incomprehension. “What do ...
    you mean, not your home?” Don't you live here?” “Yes, it is my house but it is not my home any more. It is full of my past. My mother, my father, as he used to be, when he was sick. There are no happy memories here, only sad ones.” We both stood looking at the pictures on the wall, the décor, the photographs on the small hall stand at the bottom of the stairs. Photos of me and my mum, none of my dad. Jemima frowned and thought and suddenly she smiled. “I have an idea!” she suddenly blurted out, “Decorate it!” “Decorate it?” I queried, startled at the sudden outburst, “What difference will that make?” “Change it! You don't need to leave it, just obliterate all the old memories, make it different.” She was excited now. “Clear everything out and start anew!” “Oh, yes, that's easy for you to say!” I laughed, “You have money. I can't afford to replace all this stuff!” “Look, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it but we can do something together, you'll see.” She squeezed my hand again. I looked around again and smiled to myself. It did seem like a good idea. “Hmm, all right,” I agreed then looked at her directly.. “But what about tonight? The thought of being alone here is giving me the creeps and I don't like it. This is my home and I am afraid of it., afraid of the ghosts.” “Ghosts?” She looked puzzled, “You believe in... Oh, yes, of course, sorry. You mean the memories.” I nodded. “Do you think... I mean, is it possible that I... well, you know...” I couldn't get the words ...
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