Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... probably something to do with a woman, probably J.D.’s wife Annie.

The story told to Cam by Caroline was that J.D. had accused Duke of fathering a bastard child with Annie. The child everyone seemed to think was his own. That would be Tom. As he thought about it, Gerald could see the possibility that it was true. Tom did look a great deal like Duke had as a younger man. Oh, the tangled web we weave thought Gerald. Gerald had issued an APB for J.D. Branson. Regardless of what had happened and why, the man needed to be found. Hanging up the phone, the Sheriff checked the nurses’ station to see if there was any word on either Duke, Trina or the other three girls. Not getting anything further, he returned to the cafeteria to Tom. Sitting back down across the table from Tom, Gerald looked at the younger man and smiled.

“It’s been a hell of a night, huh?” Gerald stated more than asked.

“Yeah. One I’ll never forget, that’s for sure.” Tom replied, his eyes taking on a faraway gaze.

“So, you were at the Wilding with Trina and Sylvia and the other girls?” Gerald wondered aloud.

“Well, I didn’t go to the Wilding with them, I did see them there though.” Tom offered, still gazing off in the distance.

“You saw them there? Anyone else… someone special maybe?” Gerald asked with a knowing smile.

Tom turned his eyes back to the Sheriff with a startled expression. How did he know that? He wondered to himself even as his face reddened and he wasn’t able to stop the ...

... beginnings of the smile that was forming on his lips.

“I… uh… I was asked to go, to meet a… friend.” Tom replied hesitantly, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

“Does this… friend… have a name?” Gerald asked still smiling warmly trying to put the boy at ease.

“Y… yeah… Lee.” Tom said and the smile grew even larger, just saying her name aloud.

Gerald’s eyebrows knitted a bit in consternation, but his smile never faltered. The pieces were falling into place creating a picture that was… troubling. Stalling for time as he arranged his thoughts, Gerald pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter from his breast pocket. He tapped one out and then lit it, taking a long draw. He turned his head to blow the smoke away from Tom then spoke again.

“Lee… Lee Simmons?” Gerald asked nonchalantly as if the answer wasn’t too important.

“Yeah, that’s her.” Tom said looking to the Sheriff’s face to gauge the question.

“Tom? Do you know anything about what happened tonight at the Wilding, with the fire and all that?” Gerald asked as he knocked the ash from the end of his cigarette but kept his eyes locked on Tom’s face.

“Only that Lee’s daddy was hurt bad and was taken to the hospital by a deputy… Lee’s sister Deeny told us that.” Tom said openly.

“So, you weren’t anywhere near it.” Gerald surmised, still watching Tom’s face.

“We… uh… I was not too far away, but I was…” Tom’s face reddened so much Gerald thought the boy might have a stroke.

“We? So, you and… Lee… were ...