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The Last Flight Chapter 19

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

Almost immediately you calmed down and your breathing slowed and became more regular.” “I felt you...” I spoke slowly, remembering. “I was lying upon a gravestone when suddenly, a great feeling of calm came over me, as though I was being protected, It was you...” “You sensed me? In your sleep?” she looked at me, aghast and I nodded in affirmation. “It must have been you because I felt as though I was being held. Perhaps you disturbed me, I don't know but whatever it was, it worked. That was the first full nights sleep I have had in weeks!” I reached out my arm and put it around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. “Thank you, Pascale,” I whispered and kissed her softly upon her red, tousled bed hair. “She looked up at me and smiled, then rested her head upon my shoulder. “You are welcome,” she whispered back. “What exactly were you dreaming?” she asked at length. “If you don't mind me asking of course.” “I don't really know,” I sighed, “You know how it is with dreams, they are symbolic. I remember being in a graveyard and the rest is sort of hazy but I felt weird, on edge. When I awoke I could still feel that feeling although it was quickly forgotten when your mother came in!” “And you can't remember the dream at all?” She seemed disappointed and I pondered for a while. “No, well... maybe, I am not sure. I can feel it but it is like it is in my subconscious, being suppressed somehow.” “All right, I won't press you. Maybe it is not good to bring it back but, if ever ... you need to talk, I am here for you, Karen,” she said, “Not for my pleasure, you know, although...” I smiled as she paused. I knew what she was thinking and didn't have to wait long before she told me. “I would be lying if I said that you don't interest me because you do. I have talked about such things with Maman and with Doctor Harlow. I find mental issues terribly fascinating... Oh... I don't mean that...” She stopped and her face turned bright red with embarrassment. I gasped aloud and put on a look of shock and hurt. “Oh, Pascale! You think I am crazy?” “Oh! No!, Karen, No! I didn't mean that at all! Oh gosh, I am so sorry...” I stared hard into her eyes but I couldn't keep up the pretence. I felt so sorry for her, her face was a picture of fear and embarrassment and immediately I felt sorry I had done this. My face cracked into a grin and I burst into laughter. “Oh, Pascale!” I exclaimed, squeezing her shoulder and pulling her to me, “I'm so sorry, I couldn't resist. I understand what you meant but I think 'psychiatric' may have been a better word?” She pouted. “That was mean. I couldn't bear to upset you and I thought I had.” She put her arms tighter around me and nestled her head against my shoulder. “I'm sorry,” I repeated, “I know you would never say or do anything to upset me.” “No,” she whispered, “I never would.” The day grew brighter and warmer. The heat by midday was becoming unbearable and all I did was sit in the chair on the verandah. Pascale fussed about me ...