Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Caroline’s voice. It caused her heart to swell and her bottom lip to quiver even as the tears began to flow down her face. Vivian turned her hands over and the two women clasped hands.

“She… she will be… I think. The doctors say she has a concussion but doesn’t seem to be injured otherwise. They wanted to keep her here for observation till later today. Oh, Caroline… I was so frightened when I got the call from the Sheriff’s office telling us that she had been in a wreck…” Vivian exclaimed even as her sad face tried to smile because of the concern that Caroline shared.

“Good. I hope she gets to go home today. She really is a sweet girl.” Caroline said with a sad smile herself.

Caroline extracted one hand from Vivian’s and reached for a paper napkin and handed it to Vivian. Smiling sheepishly, Vivian accepted it and dabbed at her cheeks drying the tears. Caroline made to stand up from the table and Vivian looked up at her questioningly.

“Vivian… I want you to know that I forgive you… for your part in whatever you did with my husband. I won’t forget it, but I forgive you for it. Do I need to tell you to stay away from him?” Caroline asked quietly in a matter-of-fact voice, not one of anger.

Vivian had frozen when Caroline had stood up. Her right hand holding the dampened paper napkin just inches from her cheek, her mouth slightly agape at hearing what Caroline had asked. When her brain had processed the words, she slowly shook her head side to side, still ...

... unable to form the words to speak in response. Caroline took that as her answer and nodded to the tearful woman, then walked away.

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The sun was starting to set that evening when Gerald pulled into the driveway at the Branson farm. The Sheriff’s cruiser crunching the gravel under its tires as he slowed to a stop near the back porch of the old farm house. Having heard the sound of the tires on the gravel coming up the driveway, Annie stepped out of the screen door onto the back porch, drying her hands on a kitchen towel. Her apron billowed slightly around her knees as the wind caught it.

Gerald turned off the engine ignition and opened the door to climb out of the cruiser. With his hat in hand, he nodded to Annie as he walked to the edge of the porch. The look of concern was written all over her face but she merely nodded in return.

“Annie, I’m looking for J.D. He wouldn’t happen to be home, would he?” Gerald asked her.

“No Gerald, he’s not come home since he left yesterday afternoon. I thought you might be coming to tell me something about him or his whereabouts.” Annie spoke as she stepped closer and leaned against the post beside the stairs.

Motion behind her caused Gerald to lean slightly to one side to get a better look. It was Tom, pushing the screen door open and joining his mother on the porch. He looked between the Sheriff and his mother. Annie accepted his left hand in her right and squeezed it gently.

“Sheriff.” Tom said nodding in ...