The Last Flight Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 13

... been the way he was but I just squeezed gently. The steady movement of the train, clicking of the wheels and my own exhausted condition made it so difficult to keep my eyes open but I persevered in forcing my eyelids apart. Unbeknown to me, my dad had been watching me struggle. “Let sleep come, Sweetheart,.” he said gently. “I will wake you if you become agitated,” I nodded and let my eyes close. I was beyond tired now and just being able to let go for a minute was a joy I could not deny myself. Almost immediately the voices returned, the man and the woman, coaxing me, calling me but before the fear returned I felt my father shaking my arm. “Karen, wake now,” he whispered, “We are almost at Bordeaux.” “How long did I sleep?” I asked him. “Almost two hours,” came the reply. “Two hours? It seems like just minutes!” I was amazed but I felt so much better. I had slept so deeply that I had thought I had only slept a few minutes but the effects were remarkable. The train squealed to a halt in the platform and immediately I noticed the ambulance waiting to take me to the airport. The airline had arranged the journey to the minutest detail and the transfer went without a hitch. Although my dad would not return to England with me, he could still accompany me as far as the aircraft. Leaving the train, one of the nurses beckoned the ambulance driver who reversed his vehicle up to the carriage door. It was only a few steps so I used my crutches rather than go to the trouble of the ...

... wheelchair. The journey to the airport took just a few minutes and on arrival I was surprised to learn that we had been cleared directly to the aeroplane on the apron.. The ambulance reversed right up to the steps and the doors swung open. For the first time I saw the gleaming silver bird, the polished metal glinting in the late afternoon sun. It looked beautiful and couldn't wait to get on board. I wasn't allowed to board right away though. We were here before the other passengers but my passport and baggage had to be checked by the customs officer who had come out especially. Once he was satisfied I was given permission to board. I turned to my dad. “I think Doctor Harlow may have been right.” “About what?” he asked. “Do you believe in fate?” I asked, just as the doctor had so many days before. “Haven't really thought about it,” he replied, “Why?” “Doctor Harlow said that things happen for a reason. If the crash hadn't happened you would not have regained your memory and I would still have thought you were dead.” “So what about all those who died? Was that just to bring us together then?” “Probably not,” I answered after a short pause, “Maybe there was another reason for their deaths.” “I think they are waiting for you,” he said, indicating the two nurses standing by the ambulance door. “Time to go.” He helped me to my feet then we embraced as though for the last time. “When I am strong enough I will return to see you,” I promised him. “We have so much lost time to catch up ...