Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... the door open and gave Hank a curious look as she passed him in the hallway on her way to the front door.

Yvonne shook her head, and took a long deep breath, they turned and exited the bathroom as well. Hank was leaning up against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, giving her an aggravated smirk. Yvonne just gave him an exaggerated grin and winked at him as she too turned and walked down the hallway towards the front door.

***___***___

Richard pushed the door open and stepped into the hardware store in town. He paused for a moment at the sound of a very angry and very loud voice to his left.

“I don’t give a damn where you had to ship it from, that’s just too damned expensive!” The voice rang out from the tall angry faced man.

The kindly old man behind the counter was struggling to be calm and understanding to this obviously obnoxious customer, but was beginning to lose his control. His hands, both flat on the countertop slowly began to curl into fists, his knuckles were white.

“That’s the price, I’m sorry, but I just can’t sell it any cheaper or I might as well be giving it away. You’re welcomed to buy it somewhere else if you can find it at a lower price. If you do, let me know and I’ll get some too.” The shop keeper told him.

The angry man just snarled and turned on his heel and stormed towards the door where Richard was standing, his hand still on the door handle. Sensing that he was in the way, Richard nodded his head in a friendly gesture ...

... and stepped to the side as the dark faced man yanked open the door and stormed out. Richard half turned and watched him go, then shook his head and turned back to approach the counter.

“A little… unreasonable?” Richard asked the older man behind the counter as he tilted his head towards the door indicating the customer who had just stormed out.

“Unreasonable?” The older man scoffed with a bark, then grinned and shook his head. “You might say that… more like a bitter mean old ass hole to be more the truth of it. J.D. Branson… I remember when he was a friendly young man. I’m not sure what ever happened to him, but I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else.” The old man said with a sigh and a sad smile. He shook his head as if to rid himself of sour thoughts and brightened his smile towards Richard.

“What can I do for you… sir?” The shop keeper asked.

“Richard… Richard Alva Burton.” Rich said extending his hand across the counter to the older man.

“You new around these parts?” the older shop keeper asked as he shook Richard’s hand with a warm welcome.

“I guess you could say that. I sort of inherited the Winslow place, from my uncle Pete.” Richard said with a sad smile on his face.

“Pete Winslow?” the older man asked as his smile tempered to something a bit more somber.

“Yeah. My uncle Pete and aunt Minnie.” Richard said. “They left the farm to their girls but none of them wanted to move back home and take it over now that they’ve all married and started their own ...