Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... greeting.

“Tom. I was just asking your mother if your dad was home.” Gerald told Tom.

“I heard. No sir, he’s not come home yet.” Tom said, not that he was anxious for J.D. to return, but it was unusual.

“Annie, your boy here… this young man, was quite the hero last night.” Gerald told Annie with a hint of a smile.

Annie turned to look at Tom, knowing that he had helped with the accident on the bridge, but to hear the Sheriff tell of it, made it all seem more important for some reason. She smiled warmly at her son and then turned back to Gerald.

“I hope that girl is alright.” Annie said warmly.

“She’s going to be fine, or so the doctors said.” Gerald returned with a smile.

“There’s something else I need to talk to you about though.” Gerald continued in a more serious tone as he pulled out his little note book and a pen.

“What would that be?” Annie asked, curious as to what he meant.

“Just a few questions about J.D.” Gerald said vaguely.

Annie shrugged and pushed off the post before motioning to Gerald to follow her.

“Come on inside and have a seat at the table. Would you like something to drink Gerald?” Annie asked cordially.

“I wouldn’t mind a glass of iced tea, or just water if you prefer.” Gerald said starting up the stairs.

Tom held the door for him and then followed the Sheriff inside as well. Annie got three glasses out of the cupboard and then a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge. She brought them to the table, both men still ...

... standing until she had taken her seat. She poured the glasses and handed them to Gerald and Tom before taking a sip from her own glass. Gerald took a long sip from his glass and closed his eyes as he savored the taste and refreshing wetness on his parched throat.

“Now, what was it you wanted to ask about J.D.?” Annie asked Gerald.

“Last night, there was an altercation, at the Wilding.” Gerald spoke.

“Nothing new there, seems to happen every year, Gerald.” Annie said with a smirk.

“True, but this time it involved J.D.” Gerald said with a solemn look on his face, that said this was serious.

Annie looked from Gerald to Tom and then back. She knew that in the past J.D. tended to drink too much when he attended the Wilding, it was one of the reasons she stopped going years ago… well… that and for reasons she had never shared with anyone. The memory of that night over 18 years ago still tugged at her heart. She was reminded every day, whenever she looked at her son. Pulling herself out of her thoughts she refocused on Gerald.

“What… did he do?” Annie asked warily.

“Apparently, he attacked someone with a bayonet. He stabbed another man while they fought. During the fight a lantern was broken and it started a fire. J.D. ran off and that’s the last anyone seems to have seen of him. I need to find him and ask him about all this. So far, no one has pressed any charges but that might change. Especially since there was the fire.” Gerald informed them.

Tom’s mind was ...