The Last Flight Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 9

... fist to strike my mother but then saw me watching him. He didn't touch her but picked up another beer and drank it straight from the bottle. It was gone in seconds. When last we heard he was posted to North Africa with the Eighth Army. I never saw him again. When my mother received the telegram informing her he was missing, all I felt was a deep sense of relief. I hoped he was dead. Not out of anger but because he would at last be free of whatever had tormented him all these years. “Karen?” Jemima's voice sounded far away and I took a deep breath. “Oh, sorry, I was just remembering some things.” “Your father?” she asked and I nodded. “What about your mother? What happened to her?” “Well, after my father was gone she never really changed much, never was one for making friends so she and I just went on as we always had. She was killed by a V2 rocket that fell whilst she was shopping, in November, nineteen-forty-four, died instantly.” “I remember that! It was Woolworth's in New Cross wasn't it?” Jemima frowned as if trying to remember. “That's right.” I replied. “It was a Saturday, about lunch time. I was working that day and she had gone to buy some groceries. Hundreds of people were killed. The only blessing is she could have known nothing about it.” “So how did you get to know?” she asked. I didn't really want to remember any more. It had been a traumatic time. “Maybe some day I will tell you more,” I told her, “but I think we have learned enough about each other for today, ...

... don't you?” “Hmm, yes, perhaps and I am not going anywhere just yet but there is one thing I would like to ask if you don't mind?” She smiled. “All right.” I replied. “Why are you not married?” “Oh, I don't know.” I answered wistfully, “I never met anyone I wanted to stay with I suppose. I have a deep distrust of men, perhaps because of my father and others. Who knows, maybe one day.” Jemima closed her eys. “Strange.” she continued before opening them again. “We seem to have so much in common yet are from such different backgrounds.” “You are right, I hadn't thought of that.” I looked at her beautiful face. “Do you ever wonder what the future might hold?” “Not usually.” she replied. “I normally just take each day as it happens.” “Well, yes, so do I but the crash has made me start thinking.” I looked down at my hands. “I have always just taken whatever comes along but now...” I looked up at her. “Now?” she said quietly. “Well, the two of us are here, together. So different and yet, in many ways, so alike. Did you imagine when you got up a couple of days ago, that you would end up in a hospital in France having been so close to death and with a crippled Stewardess for company?” She closed her eyes again and gripped my hand tightly. “No.” she replied, “I didn't.” “Well neither did I so, from now on, I will take nothing for granted!” I looked around. I hadn't noticed until now that Françoise and the nurses had left us alone. I had no idea how long they had been gone but suddenly, ...