The Last Flight. Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 16

... made me frown. “What feelings? Do mean about the crash?” I was puzzled. “Maybe,” she replied, mysteriously, “But maybe something else is hurting you too?” I didn't answer. My heart was beginning to thud as though from anxiety, unsure of what was coming. “You do not have to be afraid to talk to me, Karen. You know you can trust me. Nothing will go any further, I promise.” I still didn't speak and Françoise took a deep breath and released it slowly. “You told me that you dreamed about me,” she continued, “That you dreamed of me 'touching' you. Is it that of which you scared?” “But... but you said...” I stammered a little, unsure of what she was saying. “Oh yes, I did but I was thinking more of your friend, Mrs. Rana. I think it is she who appears in your dreams, is it not?” “ I whispered my reply, “Yes,” almost inaudibly but then looked up and looked directly at Françoise. “But it is not just her. There are others too.” I told her of the voices, both male and female, calling me. I told her about George and Fred and the fear I felt in the darkness and she listened intently, never interrupting once, concentrating. When I finally finished she said nothing but looked at me, her chin resting on her hands until, “I know what is the matter,” she said finally, “You have found love and it scares you.” “But why?” I exclaimed, “Why would I be afraid of love?” She smiled at me. “Because...” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, “Because you have learned not to trust. Your Father ...

... let you down when you were a child,” she paused, “It was not his fault, of course, as you now, sadly, understand. The other men in your life have not been what you wanted and this 'Fred'? He let you down too I feel?” I told her briefly about what he had done during the air raid. “Well, then,” she confirmed, “everyone you looked up to, let you down in the worst possible way. How could you ever trust anyone ever again?” “I don't understand,” I groaned, “What has any of this got to do with Jemima?” “You are, firstly, afraid of being alone. I have heard you call out in your sleep, 'Please don't leave me alone'.” She paused for a moment to allow here words to sink in to my befuddled mind. “In your dreams, you are being guided, given choices. Your dreams are telling you, because of society as it is and, of course, your own upbringing, that to be with a man is the right path to choose but, in life, that has not been so. You find yourself attracted to Mrs. Rana, a woman, but not just a woman. She is someone who has suffered similarly at the hands of uncaring men and you feel an empathy with her, an empathy that makes you feel safe, wanted.” Françoise' words were ploughing through my head like bullets from a machine gun. They made complete sense and explained a lot of things that were in my nightmares. The fears and uncertainties were beginning to become less clouded as she continued. “Your fears are about what people will think of you, or even what you think of yourself, that it is ...