Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... racing. He remembered the fire, and had witnessed the deputy’s cruiser departing the Wilding and Lee’s sister telling them that it was their father. Could his dad have attacked Lee’s father? Did J.D. know that he and Lee had been… no… he couldn’t have known that… could he?

“Who… who was attacked?” Tom asked with a slightly shaken voice.

Annie noticed the change in his demeanor and looked at her son questioningly. Gerald took another sip of tea, stalling for a moment perhaps. Gripping the chilled glass in both of his big hands, he swirled the ice and liquid around inside gently before responding.

“It was Duke Simmons.” Gerald said, glancing up at Annie in time to see her startled face turn towards him.

Her face had paled slightly and her hand shook as she set down her own glass of tea rather than drop it. Annie brought her hands together beneath the edge of the table to wring them in her lap atop her apron. Could J.D. have learned who Tom’s father really was?

“Why would… why would he attack Duke?” Annie asked quietly, knowing full well why that probably was, but hoping there was another reason.

“Honestly, I don’t know. It’s one of the questions I’d like to ask him when we find him. I was hoping that you might shed some light on it though.” Gerald admitted while studying Annie’s face and watching her glance at her son then down at the table.

Gerald knew that Annie knew exactly why J.D. was so full of rage and why he attacked Duke. She couldn’t have ...

... forgotten that Gerald had grown up around here just as Duke and J.D. had. Gerald and Annie had actually dated for a while when Annie had been a substitute teacher, before she met J.D. Gerald had wished many times that he had pursued her more than he had. And… He had actually run around with Duke and Hank and a few other guys, so he remembered all too well what Duke looked like as a young man. He saw the spitting image of Duke in young Tom.

Though his suspicions were not the least bit doubtful in his mind, Gerald was not going to press Annie into any kind of revelations, certainly not in front of Tom. Closing his little notebook, Gerald stood up and pocketed that and his pen. He thanked Annie for the tea and made to leave saying that he had to make a few more stops before going back to the station. Annie stood as well and said she’d walk him to his car, motioning for Tom to remain seated at the table.

Once outside, beside Gerald’s cruiser, Annie stood wringing her hands in the front of her apron. She was biting the inside of her lip and her eyes were darting about as if looking for a sign of some sort. Gerald had seen the look before, on persons he had been questioning and had finally decided to confess to one thing or another.

“Gerald.” Anne began in a near whisper.

“Yes, Annie?” He responded in kind, letting her take the time she needed.

“J.D. knew Duke when he was younger, too.” Annie said still looking at her feet.

“Was it just the one time?” Gerald asked her as ...