Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... end of the truck started to move up towards the surface.

As the truck stood up on its nose, mud and debris wafted out of the open or broken windows of the truck’s cab. In one particular muddy cloud a ghostly pale arm and hand came out as if it were waving at the divers for attention. Even seasoned divers who have recovered many crashed vehicles and often bodies still in them, can be startled at times like this. The one witnessing the waving arm jetted backwards in alarm before getting a grip on himself and kicking off towards the surface.

“Betty? We’re going to need the coroner out here on the narrows bridge. Tell him to bring the wagon too. Over.” The Sheriff’s voice crackled over the radio a few minutes later.

“I’ll make the call right now, boss. Over.” Came old Betty’s reply moments later.

Cam bowed his head and shook it slowly. He wondered if what he suspected was in fact truth. Could the body in the truck be J.D. Branson? The plates on the truck were those registered to J.D. So, it’s an easy assumption to think that the body is his as well. But that needed to be confirmed first. Would his uncle send him to inform his wife… now widow… and son, Tom? Hopefully uncle Gerald would handle that himself.

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Lee looked for Tom Monday morning at school but he was nowhere to be found. She had to wonder if somehow, he knew… about their father. Tom wasn’t the only person absent from school that Monday, Trina too was not at school, but then, she had ...

... suffered a concussion in a car wreck that could have taken her life and the lives of Sylvia, Delores and Rita as well. They had all been lucky that night.

Lucky was not the word that Lee would have used to describe the night however. It was life changing to be sure… but now she wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Her father had been released to come home Sunday afternoon. She and Deeny had made the trip to Kansas City to pick up him and their mother from the hospital to come home. It was a quiet drive home that afternoon. So many questions in Lee’s mind but she just couldn’t bring herself to ask them.

Deeny had been subdued as well. Lee wasn’t quite sure what had happened with her older sister, but she knew it involved her friend Yvonne as well. She liked Yvonne, but there was something… different… about the older woman. But, if she made her older sister smile, and she did, then Lee could live with different.

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Trina had brought the flowers that were sent to her at the hospital home with her. They now sat in a vase on the kitchen table. Maybe it was the accident but it just felt a little weird knowing the flowers were from some guy that she had met, supposedly at the Wilding… but she couldn’t really remember anyone. She could remember being pissed off at Sylvia and the girls, and just eager to call it a night and come home. Of course, she’d have to take them home first, that’s what she had been doing when they had the accident. So…Who was this ...