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The Last Flight Chapter 8

Date: 11/27/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

picked up the brilliant white towel from my bed and carefully dried what she had cleaned. She went back to the sink, rinsed the cloth then returned and began, ever so carefully, to repeat the process with my right, damaged leg. I relaxed and closed my eyes as she worked. I was beginning to feel so good inside now and I had stopped trembling, such was the care with which Françoise worked. This time he did not stop at my knee but at the lower edge of the thick bandage then dried me with a gentleness I could not have believed possible. Returning again from the sink she handed me the cloth. “If you need any help, let me know and I will support your weight,” she said. I was so disappointed that she didn't continue higher but I could not possibly show that and I took the warm, soapy cloth from her and carefully attended to myself. The only help I needed was to wash beneath me and for that, she put both her arms beneath my armpits and lifted me expertly whilst I washed and then dried myself. Finally, I was finished and I felt almost human again. Françoise opened my suitcase and took out a pair of fresh, silk knickers which she helped me put on in the same way that she had helped me off with the old ones. Again I raised my body as she pulled the soft smooth fabric over my bottom then adjusted them. “Comfortable?” she asked. I nodded. “Good. I will get some help and we will get you back into bed.” Once comfortably settled I looked at the clock. Five minutes to ten. I took a deep ... breath and prepared myself for a busy day ahead. Even so, I was not prepared for my first visitor. When he appeared at the doorway I could not contain myself. “George!” I exclaimed. “How are you? Come in! Come in!” “I am okay,” he replied. “More importantly, how are you? Did Jemima find you?” “Yes, she did.” I lowered my eyes as I thought of her, motionless in the intensive care ward. “Is something wrong?” He looked concerned. “She almost died,” I told him “She should not have come.” He sat on the chair beside my bed. “I tried to stop her but she wouldn't listen. Said she had to know whether you were alright.” We sat in silence for a moment. “I don't blame you , George, she would have got here anyway... or died trying possibly.” I smiled, trying to tell him it wasn't his fault for lending her the money. “I wanted to thank you before we got caught up in the press furore and investigation.” “Thank me?” My eyes opened wide as I stared at him. “What for?” “You and Mrs. Rana have shown me what a stupid arrogant man I was. I have learnt so much in these last few days.” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I am thirty-five years old, Miss Farmer, and until two days ago I thought that money was the only thing that mattered.” “George, you don't have to...” Before I could say any more he put his hand up to stop me. “Please,” he said, “Let me speak. I have been thinking about this ever since, well, you know.” I nodded but said no more and let him continue. “I am wealthy, very ...