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The Last Flight. Chapter 15

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

afterthought. From the edge of my vision I saw Pascale and Dominique nod their consent. “Oh no,” My father protested, “You have done so much for us already, I could not impose upon you.” “Nonsense! You will not be imposing. We have a guest room all ready. You are very welcome to stay here.” For a moment, he looked at each of us then sighed. “Then thank you. If you are sure, I will stay.” Françoise went over to the wall and flicked down the light switch. “I have soap and towels but no shaving things I'm afraid,” she apologised. “Don't worry,” my dad reassured her, “I can manage for one night. I have a toothbrush and paste.” Françoise beckoned him to follow her, saying: “I will show you to your room.” After saying goodnight I was left alone with Pascale and Dominique. “Your mother is a wonderful woman,” I said. “ She is. You are in good hands,” the older sister replied. “We have arranged that there will always be someone here whilst you stay with us. Whilst Maman is at work, either Dominique or myself will be here if you need anything.” “I hope I am not spoiling any plans you may have.” I felt that perhaps I was going to be a burden to them. I hadn't thought, until that moment, that anyone but Françoise would be helping me. “Oh no, of course not!” they both exclaimed at once. Pascale continued. “Maman has told us about you and what has happened. She used to tell us stories about the people she looked after in the hospital during the war. We hope that we are able to help you ... to recover from your pain.” “You are so kind to me,” I said, “I don't think I have ever met such a lovely family.” They didn't reply but shifted uncomfortably in the sofa a little and gave an embarrassed smile. “Come on, then,” Pascale said after a short pause. The two of them got to their feet and Dominique handed me my crutches. “We will help you to your room.” They assisted me off the sofa and supported my whilst I steadied myself then, Dominique leading, we left the living room and crossed the hall to the room which was to be my home for the foreseeable future. Once inside I thanked them for everything they had done for me and waited. So did they. There was a moment before Pascale spoke. “We can help you prepare for bed. It cannot be easy with just one leg to stand on and Maman said that the injury was still not strong and that we were to support when you needed it.” “Oh, that is very kind but I think I can manage,” I replied, not wishing to impose on these two lovely women. “You have done so much already.” I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned my crutches against the header. When I went to remove my shoes I discovered that I was not so independent after all. Both Pascale and Dominique chuckled at my efforts and looked at each other then nodded. Dominique was the first to step forwards. “You remind me of a little bird with a broken wing,” she looked at her sister then back at me. “Maybe we can help you to fly again?” “Come on,” her sister said, barely able to hide her ...