Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... had taken place a few nights earlier. A massive tow truck with a crane was hoisting the sunken station wagon from the water.

At the other end of the bridge, another deputy was doing pretty much the same thing, but in the middle of the bridge, near the tow truck was his uncle’s, the Sheriff, cruiser, also with its lights flashing. The Sheriff himself was peering over the opposite side and a few dozen yards closer to his end of the bridge. The night of the accident, the tow truck driver reported seeing another break in the guard rail and now, many had suspicions that the other vehicle involved in the wreck may have gone over on that side. The state police divers were down there investigating.

Cam turned at the sound of an approaching vehicle, and stood up straight from his resting position. The vehicle turned out to be a familiar one now, it was the old pickup driven by his new friend Richard Burton. Cam relaxed and gave a casual wave as he walked to the side of Richard’s truck.

“Afternoon Rich.” Cam said with a pleasant smile.

“Don’t tell me there’s been another wreck on the bridge.” Richard said with a raised eyebrow as he eyed the operation on the bridge.

“No. Just cleaning up for the mess you guys made a few nights ago.” Cam said with a grin, knowing that Richard had been instrumental in saving the lives of the four girls in the station wagon that had ended up going over into the lake.

“Yeah, sorry about that. We did try though.” Richard said with a wry ...

... grin.

“You doing okay, pal?” Cam asked his friend as he too turned to watch the proceedings as the battered station wagon was hoisted out of the water and up over the rail and onto the bridge.

“I’ve been keeping busy. I’m still thinking about that girl… Trina. I’d like to check on her, but I don’t know how well that would go over with her parents.” Richard said with a little reluctance.

“Her parents?” Cam asked, turning to look Richard in the face, giving him a surprised and questioning look.

“Hell, Rich… you saved her life! I think they would believe you walked on water if you were to talk to them. Call them, or better yet… go by the house and see them and Trina. Seriously man!” Cam exclaimed, shaking his head slowly in disbelief, grinning at his friend.

Richard gave him a self-depreciating grimace of a tight-lipped grin and shrugged slightly before nodding. They both snapped their attention to the bridge when they heard shouts from the side where Sheriff Potter was leaning out looking down.

Cam watched the sheriff walk over to his cruiser and reach in to grab the radio mic. Moments later he heard his uncle’s voice on the radio from his own cruiser. He stepped over and leaned in to turn up the volume a little and grab his own mic.

“…s another vehicle down there. The divers are asking for more cable from the recovery crane when the station wagon is unhooked. Over.” The Sheriff’s voice sounded from the staticky radio.

“What kind of vehicle did they say it ...