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The Last Flight Chapter 11
Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
Françoise returns. Please?” She nodded and returned to her seat while I just sat upright, tense and trembling. No thoughts were running through my head. I was incapable of rational thinking and my mind was a blank, a million things spinning so fast that they were unrecognisable and all I wanted was to not be alone. The clock must be broken, surely. I had looked at it so many times and yet the minute hand had moved so little. “The clock,” I said to the nurse, unable to check my impatience. “Pardon?” she replied, frowning with incomprehension. The clock,” I repeated, pointing to it this time, “It is, erm...” Oh damn, what was the word? “Arreté?” The nearest I could remember for stopped. The young nursed smiled gently. “Oh, non, Mademoiselle, it ees, 'ow you say, OK?” I nodded agreement and cursed a little under my breath which, to the nurse, probably just sounded like a growl as she looked at me with pity in her jade green eyes. It seemed as though a week had passed when, eventually, Françoise returned. I looked, no, stared at her, pleading silently to tell me. She didn't waste any time. “I think he is telling the truth,” she said, “I think he is your father.” I slumped back onto the pillow, groaning. “Nooo... My father is dead. It cannot be him.” “We have talked at length, Karen. I think, if you feel you can, that you should see him and let him explain it himself.” I glared at her. “My father was a mean and violent man. Why should I care what he has to say?!” “That is your ...