Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... the distance of their minds as their eyes welled with tears and thoughts raced in all directions. What to do, what to do? It was as they were pondering this that again the sound of a car on the road slowing and turning into the long gravel driveway caused them both to look up.

It was a Sheriff’s cruiser. One that had now grown familiar to both Tom and his mother, one headlight was still out and the cracked windshield from the whiplashing steel cable that had broken when Trina Wainwright’s car went over the side of the bridge last Friday night. Tom felt his mother tense, still holding her hand, as the car crunched through the gravel towards the house.

Gerald Potter, Sheriff Potter, slowed the car and stopped next to Annie’s Valliant still parked near the back porch. He took a long moment to collect himself, seeing both Annie and Tom sitting on the top step of the stairs leading up to the back porch. Steeling himself to deliver bad news, Gerald took a long deep breath, almost an inverse sigh really, then opened his door and climbed out of the car.

Annie felt an ominous foreboding as soon as she saw Gerald’s face when he got out of the car. The fact that he was not looking her in the eye was rare enough, but the look of almost apologetic sadness on his face chilled her for some reason. She began to stand up but Gerald waved her to stay seated with one hand. He brought that hand back down to join the other as he fumbled with and turned his service hat in his hands, ...

... almost as a distraction.

“Sheriff.” Annie said in way of greeting, the one word sounding as much like a question as anything else.

“Annie… Tom.” Gerald replied, still fumbling with his hat, and only taking furtive glance at either one of them.

“Before you ask, no, J.D.’s still not come home yet.” Annie supplied, hoping that that was what had Gerald so… off… at the moment.

The momentary confusion on his face and then the realization that it brought to him would almost seem comical had either Tom or Annie knew the reason behind it. Gerald sighed and took in another long breath before standing a little bit straighter and looking Annie in the eyes, finally.

“Yeah… about that. Annie, I’m afraid I have some bad news to give you.” He began, glancing towards Tom who was paying close attention as well.

“When the divers recovered the Wainwright’s car from the lake where it went over the bridge, they also found another vehicle on the other side of the bridge…” Gerald informed them… hesitating to go too fast with this less than happy news.

“What are you saying, Gerald.” Annie asked, already guessing what he was about to say but needing him to say it first.

“Annie, I’m so sorry. It was a truck… J.D.’s truck.” Gerald said, then swallowed before adding the final bit.

“He was still in it… J.D. that is. The coroner said he must have been knocked unconscious by the impact with the bridge siding, but the cause of death was… drowning.” Gerald said in a voice so low that he ...