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The Last Flight. Chapter 27

Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

that wealth was not important...” “Hmm, well, I have never tried fish and chips but I saw it a couple of days ago when I went to the 'Marquis' and I have to admit, the aroma was, erm, interesting.” “Good,” I exclaimed, “And what's more, I am paying!” “Oh my gosh!” Jemima feigned shock, “I would never have believed it possible before...” “What?” I asked, startled and not a little concerned. “I do believe I am falling genuinely in love with you!” I hugged her tightly. I could not respond with the reply she wanted to hear but, deep inside, I felt that maybe, just maybe, she could be right. “I will just change these clothes before I go something a little more comfortable and I don't want to get my uniform greasy.” Jemima didn't speak as I went to my wardrobe and took out a knee length cotton skirt and laid it on the bed and a pair of wedged sandals from the bottom. “They should do for now,” I said, partly to myself as I untied the scarf from my neck and placed it neatly in one of the drawers of my dressing table. I removed the pins from my hat and placed it carefully on the shelf at the top of the wardrobe and then took out the long pin which held my bun in place and allowed my hair to fall down across my shoulders, shaking my head as I did so. I heard a sharp gasp of breath from behind me and I turned round to face Jemima, wondering what was wrong. “Jemima?” I queried. “It's nothing,” she replied, “It's just that...” The words trailed away. “What?” I persisted. “Oh, nothing ... really,” she insisted with a mysterious smile. I raised an eyebrow and turned back towards the wardrobe and reached behind me to undo the button of my skirt and lower the zip. Once released I slipped the skirt carefully down and, without letting it fall, stepped out of it and folded it neatly in half to lay it on the stool whilst I selected a hanger with spring-grips to keep it from crumpling. After connecting the clips to the waistband, I hung it in the wardrobe whilst I removed my matching scarlet jacket and hung that over the same hanger as the skirt. Closing the wardrobe door I turned around to pick up my skirt from the bed but I noticed that Jemima was staring straight at me but with a far away look in her eyes as though her mind was no longer in the same place. “Are you all right?” I asked her, a little concerned that she seemed to breathing a little heavier and she seemed to snap back as the words left my mouth. “Oh, oh yes, sorry, I was... was... yes, sorry” she repeated. I frowned again. She seemed to be struggling for words, not like her at all. I picked up the flared, floral cotton skirt from the bed and stepped into it, tucking in my blouse and fastening it at the side, giving a final adjustment before pulling out the stool and sitting down to slip off my shoes and replace them with the pastel pink sandals. I checked my appearance in the mirror and was satisfied that I was ready to be seen in public. I spun round quickly to face Jemima, my skirt flying out as I did ...