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The Last Flight Chapter 8

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

wealthy. I have far more money than I could ever spend and yet, all I wanted was more. More money and more power. I went through the war avoiding any sort of war service by living in America and making money by supplying the military with American equipment. I didn't do it to help us win, I did it purely for the money.” I didn't try to stop him now. I realised he had experienced an epiphany and this was his way of bringing it out. "When the engine caught fire two days ago, I was afraid. Suddenly, I was in a position where no amount of money as going to make the slightest difference and yet, I was still arrogant enough to try to belittle you.” "George, this really isn't...” Again he stopped me. “No, Miss Farmer, please.” He looked so small now. “After we crashed I was petrified, wanted to scream out. I could smell the fuel and expected to be burned alive but you were calm. I know you wanted me to try to open the door even though it was impossible because I needed to do something, anything, and you were right, Miss Farmer...” “Karen. Please.” I interrupted. “Karen,” he repeated, “You and Mrs. Rana showed me the right way to behave and without you, I may not have been here today. You are a very special lady.” “George, that is very kind of you but...” Again he stopped me. “No, Karen, I am serious. You taught me a huge lesson. In the future, I will always consider others. I shall be returning home today but you can be assured that the old George Manders died in the crash.” There ... was silence for a moment while I studied his face. It was bright red but I could see he was sincere. “Then the deaths of those eighteen people was not a complete waste then, George,” I told him. “Some good has come of it. What will you do now then?” “When I get back I am going to resign from the boards of my companies and make some time for myself. I will take a short break and then decide. How long do you think you will be in here for?” “A couple of days I suppose.” I replied. “Well then, I will make sure that you are properly looked after when you get home,” he said. I glared at him! “George, no, please!” I exclaimed. “I will be fine. The Airline will take care of me.” “Yes but, I can give you...” “George, stop! Have you learned nothing?” He looked at me as if I had slapped him. “I don't need your money. I am grateful, of course I am but please think about what you told me.” He looked down at the floor. “I have a lot to learn, haven't I?” he said rather sheepishly. “Yes, George, you do but you will be ok. You are a good man,deep down, and all you need is guidance.” He sat silently, lost in his thoughts. “How are the others?” I asked. “All gone home,” he replied. “You and Mrs. Rana were the only serious injuries of the ten of us who survived.” “Your wife will be pleased to see you, have you spoken to her?” I ventured to ask. “I am not married,” he replied quietly. “I never wanted to be. I would use women and discard them for my own gratification. I had a lot of time to think ...