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The Last Flight Chapter 19

Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

was still with me. I tried to move but something was still holding me so I looked down and there, around my waist I saw an arm and suddenly I realised, Pascale! She was no longer in her chair but pressed tightly against my back. We were like a couple of spoons in the cutlery draw and I smiled inwardly remaining still for a little longer. It was such a long time since I had been so close to another person. I closed my eyes and just lay there, relaxed, I had seen that the sun must be up as the light through the little cut out in the shutter was bright. Dawn was long past. A short time later, probably only a few minutes, although it seemed longer, there was a soft tap and the door slowly opened. My heart leapt into my mouth, Françoise! I pushed Pascale's arm away and sat bolt upright in sheer panic then gasped and cringed as I felt my recovering wound pull with the sudden movement. “Françoise! I... I...” Words failed me and I looked at Pascale and back at Françoise, who was standing, smiling, in the doorway, holding two cups of steaming coffee. “Shh, Calm down, Karen. Don't worry, I know nothing happened,” she chuckled. Pascale stretched, sleepily. "Mmm, good morning, Maman,” she said. I saw that Françoise was dressed in her uniform. “What time is it?” I asked her as she placed the cups on the small stand by the bed. “Six thirty,” came the reply, “I thought you might like coffee before I go. Did you manage to sleep?” I thought for a moment. “Yes, I think so...” I replied ... carefully, “I had a really strange dream but I didn't feel frightened for once. I don't think I awoke, at least, I feel as though I slept well...” “That is good,” she smiled. “I must leave now. You can tell me all about it tonight.” and with a little wave, she was gone. I sat and stared at the door for a minute and then slowly turned to Pascale. I frowned but she just laughed. “Your face!” she giggled, “So funny!” “Funny?” I retorted, “I nearly had a heart attack. What if she thought...” Pascale doubled up with laughter. “She wouldn't mind if we had but she trusts you and she trusts me. She knows that I wouldn't do something you didn't want and she also knows that you respect her, respect Dominique and me as well.” “Well it scared me half to death, I don't mind telling you. I would hate for her to think I had broken her trust.” “I am sorry,” she apologised at last, “But that wasn't why I got into bed with you.” I said nothing, just raised an eyebrow to indicate that I was listening. “No. I awoke in the night, something disturbed me. You were mumbling in your sleep, very restless and kept turning back and forth. I couldn't make out what you were saying other than odd words, something about 'souls' and 'time'. It didn't make any sense to me but whatever you were dreaming seemed to be troubling you, although not like when you cried out on the verandah, so I thought it might help you if I cuddled you. I climbed into bed beside you and held you so tightly and it seemed to do the trick, ...