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The Last Flight Chapter 11
Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
continued, without any encouragement from me. “I could not stop them tormenting me. I never slept because, as soon as I closed my eyes I was back there, hearing the screams and reliving the terror and I began to drink. I found that if I drank enough, the memories would become fuzzy and easier to bear. Eventually an hour would not pass without a drink. You mother stood by me. I don't know if she ever told you but we grew up together. We were the best of friends before we became lovers. There never was, nor will there ever be, anyone else in my life who could compare to her and yet, in all my self pity and misery I destroyed the one thing that should have saved me.” He paused then, to wipe away another tear and, breaking momentarily from his tale, asked: “Did she find someone to bring her the happiness she so deserved?” “No,” I replied, “She never so much as looked at another man until the day she died.” Albert looked up suddenly. “Died?” he exclaimed, “She is dead? How?” I told him briefly of the V2 rocket attack and he seemed to shrink into the chair, shaking his head slowly. “Then,” he said, wiping away more tears and blowing his nose on a brilliant white handkerchief, “she can never know how much I love her.” I made no comment but simply waited for him to continue. “After I left for the last time,” he went on, “I was sent to North Africa. Once the Germans had been defeated there, I was brought home for the invasion. I wasn't on the beaches but dropped by air and landed ...