Lucy hears their joys before taking them to the lavatory.

Lucy stood in the observation gallery. The windows were crowded with well-dressed passengers, among them Annie and Sabrina, so Lucy's own view was confined to the hair-ribbons on a brunette and an auburn head, and the looped knots upon the back of their sashes. Annie and Sabrina's fingers were intertwined, squeezing each other's hands from time to time. Lucy ached inside with unsatisfied desire, Edmund's hurried coupling merely rousing her.

Lucy's fires were stoked by the sure knowledge that the young Sapphic lovers had satisfied each other.

Lucy had been pacing the halls of the passenger accommodation deck, waiting for the ladies' lavatory, when she had heard sounds from behind the girls' door. Giggles and sighs, kisses. Then a little song in Sabrina's voice, quick rising moans followed by a drawn-out sigh of release. A quiet pause, the sound of bodies moving on fabric. A laugh. Quick breaths from Annie, then a muffled squeal.

Lucy waited a full minute, then two, counting to herself, before she tapped urgently on Sabrina and Annie's door and called for them to make ready. As there was still good time before landing, Lucy succeeded in commandeering the ladies' lavatory for herself and the girls. Lucy produced a flannel and soap and assured herself that the young ladies would be presentable for their farewell and the next step of their journey to finishing school. Diligent scrubbing of cheeks, hands, and under the fingernails was needed to cleanse the young lovers -- Lucy's breath caught again -- lovers, sisters, schoolmates -- of venereal musk.

Sabrina was not at all shy in pissing in front of Lucy, still taking her for granted as a chambermaid. Lucy urged Annie to not delay in relieving herself. Annie obeyed, but with a shy blush.

"Try, Annie," Lucy said. "You won't want to have to seek relief until you're properly settled on the railway train."

Annie strained for a time, her face grimacing until she achieved relief.

"That's my good girl," Lucy said. She handed Annie a moistened, scented wipe. When Annie was done cleansing herself, Lucy pulled up Annie's underdrawers and tied up the drawstring in a neat bow.

Sabrina had gone ahead to get into her railway outfit, leaving Annie and Lucy alone.

"This may be a great adventure, dearest," Lucy said. "Guard your heart, always, and know that I love you."

"Yes, mum, I love you," Annie said. "I will." She threw her arms around Lucy. "Did you know Sabrina says there's an electric gondola up the mountain near school? So exciting, to be up in the sky. Not all just clouds and stuff like the airship."

Lucy held Annie tighter. "Good. Now hurry," she said. "Will you want help?"

"Don't worry, mum," Annie said. "We'll fix each other's dresses and hair, we do it all the time now." She kissed Lucy's cheek and departed.

With the girls settled, finally Lucy could sit upon the convenience and relieve herself. She sighed. Blessed relief.

Lucy applied the lavender-water atomizer generously before she departed.

Though Lucy agreed that the girls' dresses and hair passed muster, as it was, Lucy found herself tidying the girls' room, picking up fallen items and packing them into the girls' bags so the porters could have them ready to offload.

Lucy stood and watched Annie and Sabrina at the window. Edmund was no doubt at the smoking lounge, establishing his evidence for Sabrina that he had reasons to not be at the observation gallery to watch the tie-up and landing. Edmund, who had left her unsatisfied in a coupling not unlike the many times he had had her bend over in a closet for him. Lucy sighed. She would have to settle herself, or carry on a-fluster. Edmund's next stand and emission, or better the rest of the day's, were owed to the venereal parts of his lady wife Clarissa for the sake of domestic harmony.

The debarkation was a bit of a muddle and a struggle, the Strasbourg aerodrome's staff not being quite as tautly organized as the English one. But at length, Annie and Sabrina and their proper bags and trunks were packed into an electric conveyance to the railway station, tearful goodbyes were sent, and Edmund, Clarissa, and Lucy returned to the airship.

Lucy, with some relief, supervised as the porters moved her things from the drafty storeroom up into the girls' stateroom. Though cozy for The Right Sort, it was spacious for Lucy and she would not need to share it for the next leg of travel. After the porters had departed, Lucy unfolded the bed, meaning to give herself manual relief and take a nap. In the bed she found an article she and the girls had missed in packing. It was a pair of underdrawers, the usual style with the split centre to allow convenient bodily relief without unduly disarranging voluminous skirts. Annie's or Sabrina's? She couldn't tell by looking. She stared at them for a time before she finally brought them to her nose.