Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... then a little more concrete on the edge of the bridge crumbled and the car slid forward an inch or so causing the cable to hum like a guitar string again.

“We have to do something… something more…” Tom said standing up and moving towards the back of the car, his arms at his side and his hands balled into fists in frustration.

“Maybe tie the rope onto the car and then to my mom’s car and pull it?” Tom offered up eyeing the rope at his feet.

“No, that’s lightweight hemp rope, only a half inch thick. It would snap too easily…” Richard said somewhat dejectedly.

“Hang on… I have a winch on the front of my cruiser that we used to pull cars out of ditches. Son, when I pull my car over here, I’ll release the winder motor and you can pull the cable out. Be ready to loop it over the back axle of the car. Wrap it twice and hook back onto the cable.” Gerald said as he hurried back to his cruiser to reposition it at the back of the station wagon.

Richard groaned again as his arms felt like lead and began to tremble. Tom rushed to the front of the Sheriff’s cruiser and grabbed the hook on the end of the cable. The cable began playing out slowly as Tom pulled it towards the car dangling half off the bridge. When enough cable had been pulled out, he reached up and wrapped the hook around the rear axle twice and then hooked it over the cable. Tom gave the Sheriff a thumbs up and he felt the slack being taken up by the winch motor.

Gerald was on the radio as he operated ...

... the winch motor from the driver’s seat. He called the station and had them get a tow truck sent out to the narrows bridge. He also asked for an ambulance, and to find out how long it would take for one to get to the bridge, the scene of the accident. Gerald also asked Betty to call Vivian Wainwright to ask about Walter.

As the winch began to take some of the strain of the station wagon the cable became tight, like the fence stretcher it too began to hum with the strain. Again, however, the edge of the bridge crumbled a bit more and the car jolted and settled a bit more nose down. The three conscious girls inside screamed in fear. Gerald stopped he winch immediately and got back out of the car.

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Deeny slowed the old blue Chevy and turned off the main road into the end of the driveway. She pulled up to the barn and the big tree under which she usually parked. When she turned off the headlights, she was struck by how dark the yard and the house were with no one home. The three girls got out of the car and made their way across the yard to the back porch of the old house and climbed the steps.

The door wasn’t locked of course, so Deeny pushed it open and held the screen door for Lee, then reached for the light switch for the kitchen. Lee followed by Yvonne, entered and took seats at the kitchen table. Deeny took the kettle off the stove and filled it with water from the sink. As she was doing that, she studied her younger sister who still seemed to be in a ...