Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... screen door. Soon, Vivian appeared at the back door, indeed standing and leaning on a cane in one hand. The pained expression on her face led Gerald to assume that she was still in some pain from the… wound.

“What is it, Gerald?” Vivian asked as she looked through the back door, not being able to see Walt in the front seat of the cruiser behind the sheriff.

“It’s Walt, Viv… he’s in the car. I thought it was a good idea to check with you before I let him come in.” Gerald said and studied Vivian’s face through the mesh of the screen door.

The petite, quiet woman gave Gerald a stoic look that could have made any poker player proud. Ironically, it was a poker game that had brought them to where they were at this moment. Well, the game and all the interactions therein. Frustrations, jealousies, anger, and alcohol… a vile and dangerous combination.

Vivian, leaned a bit to one side as if to look around the sheriff. Gerald got the hint and stepped to one side so that she could see past him and into the car. Even through the screen mesh, Gerald could see the emotions warring on her still stoic face, but her eyes… it’s hard to hide your eyes if someone knows what to look for.

“Is he sober?” Vivian finally asked quietly.

“Yes, Viv. He’s sober. He wasn’t when we found him though. He’d broken into one of the shanties at the lake, not too far from the shed that you all play cards at. There was some liquor in that shanty and he… well… Viv. He thought he had killed you.” ...

... Gerald said carefully as he continued to watch her eyes and for her reaction.

“In a way… he did, Gerald. We may never be the same again… but… it wasn’t all his fault either. I…” Vivian spoke softly but broke into tears and her shoulders were shaking as much as her bottom lip was trembling. “I did something I shouldn’t have done, even if I was mad at him. I’m as much to blame as he is.” Vivian concluded and turned her face back to look at the sheriff.

“Nobody is a winner here, Viv. But I think that maybe… maybe not all is lost either. Do you think… you could give him another chance?” Gerald asked tentatively.

Vivian’s eyes softened and her brows seemed to melt along with her heart. She brought one hand with a wadded up, obviously used, tissue to her nose and eyes to wipe the tears from them. With lips so tight that she could hardly speak, and sad hopeful eyes, she asked Gerald.

“Do you think… he can give me… another chance?” Vivian asked in a strained whisper.

“I think he can, Viv. When he found out that you were still alive, he wept with joy. He knows he messed up. He knows that what you did was mostly his own fault. I think… that if you both give each other a chance and work through this, things might be a lot better from now on. You have your girl to think about. I know you both love her to death.” Gerald said… and left the unrepeated question linger between them.

After a long moment, Vivian studied Gerald’s eyes, then turned her gaze back to the car. A ...