The Last Flight. Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 17

... so keen to watch when her mother dressed my wound but this time she just sat at the table as though distant. “Are you all right, Dominique?” I asked her, “You seem a little preoccupied tonight.” “I am okay,” she replied. “It is just that my friend asked me if I would stay with her tonight as her parents are away until tomorrow but I promised I would stay with you.” “Oh, no, you can't do that, I will be fine,” I protested and before I could say anything else her sister joined in. “Silly girl!” she admonished, “I am not doing anything tonight, I will stay with Karen. You see your friend.” Dominique looked at me, almost apologetically. “Are you sure you don't mind?” she asked, “It is all right, I don't mind, I don't have to go.” I smiled, my heart fluttering a little at this selfless act from one so young. “No, of course I don't mind. You go and have a good time with your friend.” Dominique looked for approval to her mother who nodded and smiled at her then jumped up, ran around to me and gave me a hug and then the same to her sister and, finally, her mother. Then she was gone. “She is a good girl,” I said to Françoise. “They both are,” was the simple reply. “Pascale tells me my dad is coming at the weekend.” “Yes, he is,” she replied. “He is staying for a few days.” “What, here?” I didn't like to ask but it just seemed to slip out. “Yes, we have plenty of room,” she confirmed, “Is that all right?” “Yes, of course,” I said, “I just don't want you to feel that we are taking over ...

... your home. You have done so much for me already.” Françoise looked directly at me and, for a moment, became serious. “Since Danny was killed we have had very little company, the girls and I.” She paused as she looked at her daughter. “It is a pleasure to have someone in the house again, isn't it Pascale?” As she said the last few words I wondered if she had just said them to make me feel better but when I saw her daughter's expression I knew she was telling the truth as the reply came back. “Yes, Maman, it is and Karen is so nice how could it not be a pleasure.” I blushed what must have been crimson red. For the first time since my mother had passed away I had found a family who made me feel so much at home and wanted. “I thought, also,” Françoise continued, “that it would be a good opportunity to for you and your father to get close again. He has told me about the man he was, about the violence and drinking. He desperately wants to try to make it up to you.” A cloud descended upon me. “He cannot make up for my lost childhood. Those times are past and can't ever be retrieved,” I whispered sadly, “I do know why he was like that though and I am happy that I have him again, in the way my mother talked about him.” I paused. “She never gave up on him you know. After he left she never once looked at another man. I suppose she always hoped he would return, one day, to the man he was when she met him.” “I think that is how he possibly is now,” she smiled gently at me, “Now that the ...