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Leaving… Ch. 02 free porn video
Megan shook herself out of her daydream when the Flight Attendant asked if she wanted coffee. ‘What? I’m sorry, my mind was miles away.’ Looking at the coffee pot in the attendant’s hand she said, ‘Oh yes, cream but no sugar, thank you.’
Sipping her coffee Megan kept hearing the song she had heard in Heathrow’s departure lounge as she waited to hear her flight called. ‘I’m leaving on a jet plane don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh Babe… I hate… to go.’ The deep sense of longing that those words invoked. It was as if the singer had been crying out from the depths of her soul. The words, which Megan had heard many times, had an almost haunting quality about them now.
Before boarding her plane at Heathrow airport she was sitting in the departure lounge when a mother sat down beside her. She had twin girls, no more than nine or ten years of age, who were dressed in white blouses and tartan skirts, proudly Scottish. Their hair was short-cropped and softly auburn, their eyes storm grey. What caught Megan’s attention was the way they were arguing, one child was sitting on the bench seat beside her mother while her sibling stood defiantly in front of her, hands on hips glaring in the face of her sister.
‘You’re wrong Kirsty, being a woman in a profession is better, like Daddy. That’s why I’m going to be a Doctor. Boys are stupid and horrible and…and…’
‘You can be whatever you want Lizzy, but I’m going to be like Mummy and have children and a husband. So there! You can work your silly fat head off at school and things for all I care. I don’t have to do what you tell me just because you’re ten minutes older. I bet one day you’ll be really, really, sorry, and I bet you’ll be like our teacher, all miserable, and dried up like a prune. I bet all she’s got is class work and teaching.’
‘Now you two stop squabbling and settle down. Apologise to the lady and read your books’ their mother sharply told them. She looked at Megan and raised her eyebrows, grinning ruefully. ‘I’m so sorry. You wouldn’t believe they are great friends would you?’
The girls had both said ‘sorry Ma’am’ and promptly scurried off to explore.
‘I think they’re sweet, and I see we share the same tartan. I’m MacLean too. My Mother went to my Gran’s home in Ayr to have me so I can claim to be a true Scot,’ Megan laughed ‘but afterwards she brought me back to England and I live there still.’
‘You’re MacLean? Goodness what a coincidence. My husband’s a surgeon and attending a conference in New York City. We’re going to spend a few days with him. Are you taking a holiday there or do you have business?’
‘Actually I’m visiting my fiancé.’ Megan’s heart seemed to contract at the thought that she soon would end that relationship. ‘He, … he’s a Professor at Crestin University in New York State. Actually he has tenure there.’
‘Oh god,’ she thought as her eyes prickled, ‘I love him so much. Here I am bragging about him and I know I’m going to hurt him terribly.’
Again the song that tortured her was playing in her mind ………’Every place I go, I’ll think of you…Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you…When I come back, I’ll wear your wedding ring…’ But she knew that wasn’t to be.
A tear slid, unfelt, unnoticed down her cheek.
‘Miss MacLean? Are you quite alright? Are you troubled?’
Megan stood and ran to the ladies rest room. She locked herself in a stall and cried, her tears now unchecked, her throat painfully tight as she tried to stifle her tears.
There was a tentative tap on the door. A soft Scottish voice was again asking, ‘Miss MacLean, please, can I help you? After all, we are both MacLean.’
Megan savagely pulled sheets from the dispenser, dabbed at her eyes and wiped her cheeks. She tried to breathe deeply, calmly. Giving a little sniffle, she stood and opened the door.
The mother was standing there and she held out her arms. Megan’s resolve crumpled and she went to her then wept on her shoulder.
‘There, there. Shhhhh, shhhhh there now, there’ she soothed while gently stroking Megan’s shoulder.
‘I’m Helen. What’s your name?’ she asked in her soft Scottish lilt.
‘Megan’ she replied in a strangled voice.
‘Well, Megan I’m a great believer in a nice cup of tea when things seem wrong. Come along now.’ She took charge as only a mother of young children can when emotions boil over.
They sat quietly and sipped their tea until Megan was calm again. She felt she owed Helen an explanation for her embarrassing loss of control.
‘Helen, I said ‘my fiancé’ but I’m going to break off our understanding and I know how hurt he will be.’
‘Oh. Oh dear me. Is it because you live so far apart?’
‘Not really. You see, like one of your daughters, I’m set on a career that I’ve dreamed about since her age. I can’t give it up now. I do love him. I love him so much I couldn’t just write to him. He deserves better than that. I HAVE to tell him myself. Helen I’m hurting inside.’
‘And the career you want can’t be followed in America?’
‘I, well honestly I don’t know I’ve only thought about UK based to start with, and then I might have to travel all over the world you see.’
‘Hmmmm. Well it’s your business and I certainly can’t advise you. But, Megan, in life, single or married, there are dreadful hurts and anguishes over the horizon waiting to ambush you. We women don’t feel things the same way as men do. We feel and experience things totally differently. What we want, sometimes what we need can’t be gained alone. Most of us need someone else at times. Not selfishly, not to use, but to be with, to cherish. We always hope that it will be with someone who feels the same way about us. One day you may feel, your body and your emotions may almost demand that you hold your own child in your arms and say he is MINE. Except of course it’s handy to have a man around when you feel like that!’, and Helen laughed.
‘If you are sure, quite certain in your own mind that you must end your friendship, then you must. BUT, why not, instead of saying bluntly that you cannot marry him, why not talk to him about your hopes and fears. Not just careers, not just ‘I want’ or ‘I need.’
If, as you say, you love him deeply, and if he feels as you do, don’t lightly throw that away. Listen to your woman’s heart as well as your mind. Maybe you can talk with him about what you both want and need. The path of love has many twists and turns and is seldom edged by pretty flowers, and the very best of love will want compromise by both of you at times. I hope you don’t think I’m interfering or being impertinent.’
Megan shook her head as she thought over her clansman’s advice.
Their flight was announced, Helen rushed to gather her children and they boarded separately.
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