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After Françoise left, I lay back and relaxed thinking about the past, the future, everything. Having such an in depth conversation with Jemima had made me realise how uncertain life is. “Hey Kiddo!” I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden and unexpectedly cheerful greeting. “How ya doin’?” “Doctor Harlow! You scared me half to death!” I admonished the suave middle aged man standing in the doorway. “Aww, hey, shorry shweetheart,” he replied, putting on his best Humphrey Bogart impression. I couldn’t help but smile. Doctor Harlow was like a bright ray of sunshine that lifted even the heaviest of hearts. “Don’t worry,” I replied with a light chuckle. “I think I must have been half asleep.” “I just came over to check up on you,” he continued in his own voice. “It is quiet in my area.” “That is very good of you,” I smiled sweetly at him, “I am fine thank you. I’ve been very careful and no more burst stitches.” He frowned momentarily. “Oh, sutures! That is good then but how are you in yourself?” I noticed he wasn’t smiling now. In fact he had a slight look of concern on his face. “I’m okay I suppose. A little scared maybe.” He looked around, spotted the chair in the corner of the room and moved towards it. “I have a few minutes if you would like to talk,” a pause, “In confidence of course,” he added. “No, I’m okay,” I repeated, “Just a little afraid of the unknown, of what will happen in the future.” He pulled up the chair to my bedside and sat down on it, backwards, resting his arms on what should have been the chair back. “That is quite normal after the experience you have had these past few days.” Once again he was smiling. “I have a lot of experience with post traumatic cases. I learned my profession on the battlefields, both in the field and also in hospitals back home. I saw young men who had gone to war full of bravado and thinking they were going to kick Jerry’s ass, their lives set out for the future only to return home, their dreams shattered and their futures uncertain.” “I suppose that is what I feel,” I replied. “My life was running very nicely thank you. I thought kaçak iddaa it would go on that way until I retired.” “Sweetie, we all think that way until something comes along to shatter the equilibrium. The answer is to be strong and mount each challenge as it comes along. Do you believe in fate, Karen?” That last bit threw me. “No, not really,” I answered him, “Why?” “Because I do,” he replied. “I believe that everything that happens, happens for a reason. Those reasons are not always obvious at the time but later, when you think back maybe you will see there is a purpose that has put you here now.” I looked at him, puzzled. “Are you a Doctor or a philosopher?” I asked him. He smiled. “A bit of both I guess.” “Why are you here?” I was curious now. “Have you forgotten so soon?” he replied. “I am on an exchange programme with…” “No, I know that,” I interrupted him. “I mean here, now, with me.” “As I said,” he insisted, “I just came to see how you were getting on.” “Yes, you said.” My mind was in overdrive now, “But there is something else, more than just my leg.” “Okay, Sherlock, ya got me,” he laughed, then more seriously, “Matron Blanchard asked me to drop by.” “Françoise? Why?” Doctor Harlow dropped his gaze for a moment then looked up at me again. “She is a little worried about you. She overheard some of your conversation with your friend tonight and thinks you may be a little, erm, overwhelmed? If that is the right word.” I smiled at him, deciding whether to blurt it all out but, in the end I decided against it. “She is very sweet but no, I’m okay, really.” “Well, if you’re sure. You can trust me, you know. I’m a doctor,” and he flashed that disarming smile. “I know and I do but I’m fine. Thank you anyway.” He reached out and took my hand. “Okay, well, if you need me for anything at all just ask a nurse and she will find me.” “Okay Doc, I will,” I replied, using my best interpretation of his American accent that I only knew from watching westerns at the cinema and flashing a smile almost as big as his. He squeezed my hand. “I’m serious, Karen. I know you are alone kaçak bahis and this is a big thing to face. If you need anything then I…” he paused for a moment, “and Matron Blanchard if you prefer, are here to help you.” “I know you are and I am very grateful, honestly. If I need anything I will let you know.” He frowned. “Promise?” “I promise,” I assured him. He stood up and put the chair back into the corner. “You’ll be okay, Kid,” he winked. “Now, I must get back. Take care.” “You too,” I replied and slipped down into the bed, pulling the sheet up to my neck as he left. “Excuse me, Miss.” The voice came from seat twenty-four. I went over to the rearmost row, aisle seat. “May I help you, Sir?” I asked politely. “My friend here,” the man said, indicating the passenger seated beside him. “I don’t think he is well.” I looked across to the window seat where I saw another man, motionless, his face covered in blood and badly battered. I stepped back, clapping my hand to my mouth in horror! When I released my mouth I looked down at my hands, they were terrible, the skin was cracked and flaking, like old dry paper. I wanted to scream but couldn’t. My throat was so dry. I bumped into the seat behind me and felt a hand slip quickly up my leg, fingers slipping into the loose leg of my knickers and entering me! I swung round and saw a beautiful laughing woman. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked, laughing manically. I opened my mouth to protest but no words came. My heart was pounding with fear and excitement. The beautiful woman in seat Twenty-five returned her hand to my leg, slowly sliding up the smooth nylon of my stocking until it met the naked flesh of my thigh. She didn’t stop but continued until she found the moist, hot petals protecting my now hot and very wet, entrance. I was trembling now, with a little fear but more with the anticipation of something hitherto unknown. The beautiful woman’s thumb began to gently circle my ever expanding nub, teasing it from its sheath and rolling it around, pressing and flicking whilst the first finger began to enter me. All the time she illegal bahis was looking up at me, a crazy expression on her face, brilliant white teeth shining in the flickering orange glow. My breathing was becoming difficult and the blood hissed loudly as it rushed past my eardrums, my heartbeat thumping deafeningly in my ears. “Don’t worry, Karen, I am here to help you.” A new voice came from behind me, an older voice with a hint of a French accent. At the same time I felt gentle but firms hands grip my upper arms and the flickering touch of soft lips on my neck. I gasped, a thrill shooting through my entire body as my nipples hardened and tingled. I could feel the probing finger between my legs being lubricated from within as my stomach twitched and my back stiffened. Behind me I felt fingers release the bow of my tie cord which held my night dress together at the back and the cotton garment slipped to the floor leaving me naked but for the loose satin French knickers and stockings and suspender belt. As those soft, unseen lips gently worked upwards from my neck to my ear and a warm wet tongue began to explore and teeth nipped my lobe, I became aware of hands cupping my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples whilst another’s fingers began to probe deeply inside me, pressing against the front of my deepest recesses and a thumb still teasing my vibrating clitoris. I felt hot, very hot and my whole body was burning up with desire. “Miss, Miss, my friend…” I felt a hand tugging at my arm. “I will be with you soon, Sir…” I managed to say with great difficulty. I felt naked flesh against my back, hard pointed nipples pressing into my hot flesh and the tickle of coarse hair against my buttocks. I pushed back against her body and her firm hands pulled me tightly against her. “I will take care of you,” she whispered into my ear, her hot breath making me shiver with desire and I let my head fall backwards as her hand moved to my throat, gripping me gently under my chin. Her mouth covered my lips, her tongue insinuating itself between my teeth, exploring my mouth. I returned the kiss with great eagerness, accepting her willingly. “Please, Miss…” urgently now. “Alright George! For goodness sake, I’m coming!” At that moment everything began to shake and pieces of debris flew about me.

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