Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... glanced around the diner to see if anyone was listening in or paying overly much attention to him. As he turned back to her, Deeny was offering him a menu. Cam waved it away with his hand before leaning a little closer to speak to her quietly.

“I’m actually on the job. I was told to come here this morning and have a talk with Hank. The Sheriff sent me with some questions about last night.” Cam said with his head tilted slightly to one side as if waiting for an answer or comment from Deeny.

“I’m afraid you’re out of luck then. Hank didn’t come in this morning. Word is he wasn’t feeling very well today.” Deeny said in a quiet voice in response. Looking around herself to check for eavesdroppers, she continued… “We figured he was hungover from drinking too much or partying too much last night. It was poker night I think.” She said as if that explained everything.

“Order up!” Shouted Bill from the kitchen as he rang the pick-up bell in the window.

Deeny, motioned to Cam to wait a moment with her index finger raised on her right hand, before she turned and strode over to the order window and picked up the plate and read the ticket to double check it. She grabbed the carafe of coffee off the machine’s warming pad and headed to one of the booths near the door. In a couple of minutes, after stopping at two other tables to top off coffee cups, Deeny rounded the back of the counter and set the carafe back on its pad before coming back to Cam.

“Was there some sort of ...

... problem last night? Someone cheat at the game or something?” Deeny asked curious as to what would get Cam sent out to ask questions.

“I really shouldn’t say Deeny. It’s an ongoing investigation after all. Serious business.” He said with an almost embarrassed grin on his face.

“We just want to know where Hank was after the game broke up last night. There was a…” Cam grimaced as he caught himself about to give out some information that maybe he shouldn’t share.

One eyebrow rode up on Deeny’s slightly perplexed face as she wiped her hands on a towel distractedly. Hank was well known for his love of poker and, of course, drinking. He was almost as much of a lush as her own father. Wait… Was her father at the same poker game last night too? The odds of there being more than one illicit boozing poker game in this backwater county on the same night were slim at best. With a frown growing, out of unexplainable concern, Deeny tilted her own head while she pondered, then leaned closer to Cam.

“My father stumbled home drunker than a skunk late last night too. I’ll bet he was at the same game last night. You might get some answers from him, if he remembers anything.” Deeny said in a very quiet but hard voice.

Cam looked into her light blue eyes. The same eyes he had become lost in back in high school. Had he not gone off out of state to college there might have been something more between the two of them, Cam and Deeny. Momentary reminders of regrets of what might have been ...