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The Last Flight. Chapter 15

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

me go with him.” “And did you?” “I did. It was very difficult as I spoke very little English then but he knew some French so we managed.” Françoise stopped for a moment, a warm smile playing on her lips and the little lines around the ends revealing her pleasure at such distant memories. I broke the silence. “What happened after that?” I pressed her for more. “I think that fate played a part in it because it turned out that Danny was on weekend leave from his squadron which was based in France. We were able to see each other but not too often because his airfield was some miles away. At the end of Autumn he was due to return to England as he had only been in France on a six month detachment. Just before he was due to leave, I discovered I was pregnant with Pascale.” “Good heavens, what did you do?” I urged her to continue. “When Danny got home, he arranged for me to come over and live with him. Because I was French it was easy to convince his neighbours and relatives that we had got married whilst he was in France.” “So why did you never marry?” I was so curious now, I had to know everything about them. “Because It would have meant everyone knowing that Pascale was born out of wedlock,” she revealed, “and, besides, it didn't seem to matter to us.” “But what about the accident, when he was killed, what then?” Françoise smiled. “I think that fate lent a hand. Because he was in the R.A.F. he had to make a Will in case he was shot down and killed. That Will was still still ... valid when the drunken driver crashed into him.” I paused for a moment as I remembered Doctor Harlow's voice, 'Do you believe in fate?' I was beginning to think that maybe there was such a thing after all! “So why did you return to France, Françoise? Didn't you like England?” “Karen!” my father interrupted, “You ask so many questions! Haven't you heard enough?” he laughed. “Ohh, yes, of course. I am so sorry, Françoise.” She laughed, happily. “It is fine,” she said brightly, “It is good to remember and talk about these things. We had so many wonderful times together. No, I returned home because England meant Danny and without him there I could not feel happy anymore.” “What about Pascale and Dominique. Didn't they mind?” “No, they were fifteen and seventeen then. They were happy to begin a new life here.” At that moment the two young women entered and sat down on the sofa beside me. “We didn't mind at all,” Dominique said as she flopped down. “There is far more room here.” Suddenly my father stretched up. “Mmm... it is getting late,” he said. “I had better be on my way.” and got to his feet. Turning to Françoise, he said: “Thank you for your hospitality and especially for all you have done for Karen.” He looked at her daughters. “And thank you too, for such a lovely dinner.” They both grinned as Françoise jumped up. “You don't have to go,” she said carefully, looking at her two girls, “We have room if you wish to stay... with Karen.” The last bit seemed, momentarily, an ...