Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... danced and talked. The contrast was indeed startling, and saddening.

“Oh. That was nice of you. Thank you. I wondered who the flowers were from when I was in the hospital.” Trina said a little sheepishly.

“I… I was… I just thought that you could use a little sunshine in your stay at the hospital” Richard stammered outwardly, inwardly he was feeling that he needed to leave, to run away.

“Well, thank you. And thank you again for these as well.” Trina said and wobbled a little as she gripped the side of her father’s chair to steady herself.

Walter felt the wobble and was immediately concerned. He was up in a flash and guiding his daughter into the chair he had just left. Trina settled without a fight, though she did grimace a little and touch the side of her head gently with one hand.

“Pain again?” Vivian asked Trina.

“Just… just a little. Maybe I should go lay back down.” Trina said with her lips tight and her eyes nearly closed.

“Come on, I’ll help you.” Walter said as he helped Trina up and guided her back to the den to lay on the couch.

Vivian watched them go with a look of sadness and concern. She turned to Richard and noted his mostly masked look of dejection. Knowing that he was the man who had sent the flowers she knew there was more to his concern than simply being kind. Still gripping his hand in hers she squeezed to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, Richard. I’m not sure what happened between yourself and my daughter. You seem to be a ...

... thoughtful and honest man so I assume that it was honorable, and kind. I can see the hurt in your eyes that she doesn’t remember you. It’s nothing you did, it’s the accident.” Vivian spoke quietly. “She may remember it eventually, but as the doctors told us, she may never regain those memories.” She added.

Richard stood as Walter reentered the kitchen. Vivian stood as well, sensing that Richard was ready to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” Walter asked even as Richard extended his hand to shake again.

“Yes. I… There’s no reason for me to hang about. I can’t help but think that I might be adding to Trina’s pain at the moment. I… I hope she gets better soon.” Richard spoke. His gaze flitting about between Walter, Vivian and the flowers on the table, and his feet.

“Well, you’re welcome to visit anytime you like. And, again. Thank you.” Vivian said as she rubbed Richard’s right arm between the elbow and his shoulder, a sad smile on her face.

“Th… thank you.” Richard said as he turned to go out the screen door.

Walter and Vivian stood side by side, with Walt’s arm around Vivian’s shoulders at the screen door and watched Richard step off the porch and then climb into his pickup truck. The tall man sat there a moment before starting his truck and then backing out to leave.

“I think that man had fallen for our daughter.” Vivian spoke softly so that only her husband would hear it.

“I think you’re right. Did you see the look in his eyes when Trina couldn’t remember him?” Walter ...