The Last Flight Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 13

... I didn't answer. I couldn't promise that. “Karen!” he insisted, “I am serious. Please, promise me.” I squeezed his hand tightly. “Alright.” I conceded, “I will try.” “I guess it is a start. Stay safe and let me know how you get on. Come back and see us when you are well again, yes?” “You won't be able to keep me away!” I smiled. “Take care, Honey,” he said then turned away. I wondered then if I would actually see him again. About lunchtime, Françoise came in. I was dressed now, in the smart new uniform the company had sent me. I knew it was going to be hard once the time came. The airline had arranged for the media to be present when I left so I was glad of the time alone with her before it all started. “I don't know what to say,” I told her. “My whole life has changed and I couldn't have got through without you and Doctor Harlow.” “I think you would have managed somehow, Karen,” she smiled, “But strictly between you and me, I have to say I will miss you. You have become special to me. Like a daughter,” she quickly added as I looked up at her and I too smiled. “Thank you for being so understanding. Anyone else would have been disgusted with me.” She took my hand as she spoke. “I worked in a hospital during the war. I saw many such things. You must remember that most men were away fighting.” “I will never forget you, Françoise. Thank you.” “I will not forget you either, Karen. Will you promise me something?” I knew what she wanted so went straight for the answer. “All right, ...

... Françoise, I will seek help, I promise.” I gave a half smile as my eyes began to water a little. She leaned forwards and hugged me then, placing a little kiss on each of my cheeks, said: “Take care, ma Cherie.” “You too,” I replied. She went to the door then and opened it to allow the porter to bring in my wheel chair in which I would be taken to the waiting ambulance, through the throng of reporters and photographers and thence to the station where I would board a train to Bordeaux, the nearest airport. My father travelled with me on the train along with two nurses whom the airline had provided. We travelled in a compartment for which they had paid to be reserved just for us. I didn't tell the airline who my father was and they accepted my story that he was just a relative whom I wanted to travel with for company. It was a long journey, some four hours in all but It gave me time to get to know a little more about my dad and where he lived, the life he had 'inherited'. “Did you find anyone else?” I asked him at one point. He smiled, almost wistfully. “No,” he replied. “I met many people and made many friends but somehow, there was never anyone who interested me romantically. I never really thought about why but I suppose, thinking about it now, that you and your mother were still living deep in my memory, hidden from my conciousness but always there.” Under the blanket that covered my legs, I held his hand. I wanted to hug him, tell I forgave him, that I understood why he had ...