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The Last Flight Chapter 12

Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

going. “Goodnight, Françoise.” She stood and looked at me for a moment. “Is anything wrong?” she asked. “Hmm, no, well...” She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. “No,” I repeated. “No, it's fine. You need to get home to your girls.” “I have a few minutes if something is troubling you.” She stepped further into the room. “Oh, I don't know really,” I answered her, “I feel so, so, well, I don't know. Confused I suppose.” “About your friend?” she asked. “Jemima? Yes but also about my father, my dreams. I am afraid to sleep.” “Nightmares,” she stated. “It is usual after such a trauma.” “Doctor Harlow said the same but it is so difficult.” I paused for a moment, thinking. “I don't just dream of the crash. I dream of...” I stopped. Françoise looked carefully at me as though to see into my head, to work out what I was thinking but said nothing. She just waited, patiently. I couldn't say anything for a minute. I remembered vividly the dream I had the night before. “I...” Nothing followed. “I'm sorry, I am stopping you from going home,” was what came out. She took my hand. “Karen, you are troubled, I see that,” she said quietly. “I have time if you want it.” “I don't know how to tell you,” I whispered.” “Then just let it out. I will not be a judge of you, I am here to help you.” I felt my face burning intensely as I remembered her gentle touch. “Last night,” I began slowly, “In my dream...” “Yes?” she said. “I dreamed of the crash and I saw a dead man and flames, even ... though there were none in the accident.” “That is quite normal, Karen, it is still fresh in your mind, the fear strong in your memeory.” “Yes, but there was more. I don't think... I... I...,” I began to stutter, unable to finish what I started. “I can't tell you, Françoise, I can't.” She squeezed my hand tighter. “It is alright, Karen,” she said gently, “When you are ready I am here. I know how hard this must be for you.” “You were in my dream!” I blurted out, the words tumbling over themselves in my haste to get it over with. “I was?” she smiled. “You were touching me, caressing me...” I could hardly get my breath to let the words out. Françoise smiled, understanding. “So that is what was so hard. That was what you couldn't tell me?” She sighed.“Oh, Karen, you do not need to worry. You liked me touching you?” “Yes.” My voice was barely audible as my throat was so dry. “You held me so close as you caressed me, told me you were there to help me, to take care of me.” “That is not unusual, Cherie. It just means that you needed someone close to you. Your mother is gone, you thought your father was gone too and you had no-one. It was just your brain looking for comfort. Do you see?” “I, I think so...” I looked at her pretty face. “You are not offended?” “Oh, Karen, no, of course I am not offended. I am pleased, in a way, that you thought of me as someone you needed and trusted. I think you will have many such dreams as your mind struggles to overcome the horrible situation you have ...