1. The Last Flight. Chapter 15


    Date: 4/20/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    have their moments,” she smiled, “But, yes, they are good girls. I am proud of them.” “Oh Maman. ..” Dominique was clearly blushing and Pascale's face was as red as her hair. We retired to the living room whilst the girls cleared the table and washed the dishes and once we were comfortable I looked at Françoise. “There is something I wanted to ask but...” I hesitated. “You may ask anything you wish, Karen. I will soon tell you if I don't want to answer.” “Well, I was wondering why it is, if you were married to an Englishman...” again, I hesitated. “Why I have a French name? “Well, yes...” I felt my face burning. “That is all right, I don't mind telling you. Danny and I never married. We lived together in England and because of the way that people are there, I called myself Mrs. Kingsley. It saved wagging tongues, especially when the girls were born.” “Ah, so the girls are Kingsley?” I asked, thinking ahead of myself. Françoise smiled again. “No, they are Blanchard too but in England we allowed people to think they were called Kingsley. When we returned to France we all reverted to Blanchard. So many French people are still rather anti-English to some extent. Not on the surface but the old traditions die hard.” “It is the same in England,” I agreed. “Maybe that will never change.” “No, maybe not,” she replied, sadly. “How did you meet Danny?” I asked, fascinated by her story. “If I may be so bold as to ask...” I added quickly, not wanting to appear nosey. Françoise smiled, ...
    inwardly almost, as she remembered back so many years... “I went out for the day, with two friends from the hospital where I worked, in the summer of nineteen-thirty,” she began. “We were crossing the road and I dropped my purse and, without thinking, I stooped to pick it up. Before I realised what had happened I heard a horn and the squeal of brakes and I was knocked to the ground with such a force. I hadn't seen the little red sports car.” “Were you hurt?” I asked. “Yes, but not too seriously. I had a few cuts and bruises but, when I looked up and saw the most handsome man staring down at me, all my pain and shock seemed to disappear!” “What did he say? Was he angry or sorry?” I was hooked on her every word now. “Oh, he was most apologetic, even though it was partly my own fault. My friends, who were also nurses, checked me for anything broken then he helped to my feet. I was so taken by him that I could hardly speak and couldn't take my eyes away from him. He was so smart and dashing in his RAF officers uniform.” “So what did he do?” I tried to suppress my eagerness but I couldn't help it. “Well, he offered to buy me some new stockings because mine had been torn as I fell but, when I refused he insisted on buying the three of us dinner.” “Ahh, that's lovely!” I exclaimed. “Did you all go?” “No. My friends saw that I was attracted at him and said that it was fine, they were not hungry. I was disappointed and expressed my regret and thanked him anyway but my friends both made ...
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