1. The Last Flight. Chapter 27


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

    so. “Right then, come on!” I grabbed her hand and dragged her quickly from the room and down the stairs. “You can prepare the table and make coffee whilst I am gone,” I stated as she trotted down the stairs behind me. In the kitchen I showed where everything was. “There is some powdered milk in the cupboard if you want it but I don't like it. I just keep it for emergencies.” Jemima watched my every move like a Hawk watching its prey as I wittered on, a thin smile on her lips. “It is nice to see you happy,” she said when I stopped long enough for her to get a word in. “Hmm, yes. It is down to you, of course,” I replied. “Me, how?” she asked. “Because you are the first friend I have allowed through my front door, the only person I have trusted enough and wanted, to let stay overnight. The only person I believe will still be here when I awake.” I didn't add, 'you will be, won't you?' because my heart told me she would and I didn't doubt it. With a spring in my step, I left he house and almost skipped to the fish shop. There was a short queue when I arrived there a few moments later and I waited patiently until those before me had been served. “Fish and ships twice please,” I asked the young woman behind the counter. “Two fish, Albie,” she called across to the middle aged man behind the fryer. “Two minutes,” he called back without looking up. “Two minutes,” the woman repeated to me. “Yes, thank you,” I replied with a strong hint of sarcasm. Had she not had such a miserable air ...
    about her I may have been inclined to be a little more pleasant. The man behind the fryer suddenly looked up. “Miss Farmer! Bless my soul! I saw yer in the paper. Didn't know yer was 'ome.” “Just,” I answered him. “Nothing in the house so I thought my colleague and I would have have dinner courtesy of your fine establishment.” “Well, then, dinner's on me tonight,” he said with a broad grin. The young woman frowned as though she couldn't believe what she had just heard. “Oh, no, Albie, there is no need...” I began but he raised his hand to stop my protest. “You deserve it, Miss,” he continued, “After what you did, it is a small gesture.” he turned to his assistant. “Miss Farmer, 'ere, is the Air 'ostess what saved all those lives in that plane crash in France back in June.” “Cor Blimey, I though you looked familiar. Your picture was in all the papers!” I was blushing furiously now. I hated all this attention. I preferred to be virtually unnoticed except when I was at work. “It must 'ave bin awful!” the young woman went on. “All right now, Evie. I am sure Miss Farmer doesn't want to keep being reminded.” The man behind the fryer prevented any further comment. “Fish is ready, yer can start shovelin' chips now.” “Oh, I'm sorry, Miss,” the young lady apologised as 'shoveled' a large quantity of chips into the paper she was holding and sprinkled them liberally with salt and vinegar. I smiled inwardly wondering how many times she had covered my face with oily fried potatoes. “No need ...
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