1. The Last Flight. Chapter 27


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

    to apologise, Evie,” I reassured her, “But Albie is right, I don't really like to talk about it.” At that moment I had a thought. “Albie, erm, you couldn't spare a cup of milk could you. I would normally ask but there is nowhere open now.” “Yes, of course, Miss Farmer. 'ang on a sec.” he replied and disappeared through a door behind him, returning moments later with a tea cup full of white liquid. “There yer go, Miss. Don't worry about the cup, just pop it in next time yer passin'.” “Ahh, thank you, Albie and you too Evie,” I smiled sweetly at the girl behind the counter who blushed and shifted her feet. “You're welcome, Miss,” she replied awkwardly which made me wonder if that was possibly the first time she had ever been thanked for anything in her life. I hurried back to the house, being careful not to spill a drop of the milk, the newspaper wrapped food tucked carefully under my arm. In the kitchen, Jemima had been busy lying out the table for the two of use, cutlery set neatly on either side of the table. From somewhere she had found a candle, just a plain white one, and pressed it into and old, white china holder which looked a little like a saucer with a handle attached. She had also found a small, thin glass vase and placed in it some daisies from the overgrown garden. I stood in the doorway and felt a lump rise in my throat. No-one had ever done such a thing for me before. I looked at her and her eyes twinkled in the flickering candle light. I realised she had ...
    closed the wooden shutters as the light outside had not yet faded to darkness. “Jemima...” I began but that was all I could think of to say. I was totally overwhelmed. “Shhh...“ she said, “Don't spoil the moment and don't let the food get cold either.” She winked then. She had warmed the plates in the oven whilst she had been busy and I placed the milk in the fridge and opened the newspapers to reveal the fish and chips then placed a fillet on each of the two plates, sharing the chips equally between them. “I must say, they smell better than they look,” she said, leaning over the food and sniffing deeply. “Well, let's find out then, shall we?” I replied, screwing up the papers into a ball and dropping them into the waste bin. We ate in silence for a while and I watched Jemima as she sampled this basic fare. “You know, this isn't at all bad but it is rather oily,” she said, hand in front of mouth. I didn't answer her but just smiled. I felt as though I was on a date for the first time, like a teenager and I felt so happy. “Aren't you hungry?” she asked, seeing that I was just picking at mine. I shook my head a slightly, slowly. I had lost my appetite somehow. Just watching her eat seemed to satisfy my own hunger. “Are you all right, Karen?” she asked, her fork stopping in mid air, a chip still attached to it, then sank slowly back to the plate as she awaited my response. “Oh yes, I am fine, in fact, I am more than fine, Jemima, I am so happy that my hunger seems to have vanished.” ...
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