Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... about her and how she was holding up. She felt her chest swell with love and, maybe pride... even as her eyes misted slightly.

“Only time will tell, Tom. I’ll... we’ll... just have to take it day by day till we get a handle on things. We have each other to lean on and that’s more than I could ask for. Thank you.” Annie said with the beginnings of a real smile this time.

“Yeah... a handle on things...” Tom said as he glanced away, his mind once more tangling with all the thoughts that troubled him.

Annie saw the change come over her son’s face and felt another twinge in her heart. Yes, so many changes going on in their lives. None of which seem to be easy to deal with or even understand. As she finished the last of her coffee, Annie stood up to gather the dishes from the table.

“I’ll get this cleaned up. Why don’t you go get the car out of the shed and I’ll be ready to go here in a bit.” Annie suggested to Tom.

Tom looked up at his mother, having been brought back to the here and now by her speaking. He nodded and stood to go out to the shed.

“Do we need to take anything to the... Sheriff’s office?” Tom asked, pausing at the door.

“No. Not that I know of anyway. Gerald didn’t say anything about needing to bring anything.” Annie said distractedly as she ran water in the sink.

“Okay.” Tom replied then pushed the screen door open and headed to the shed.

Ten minutes later, Annie stepped out of the house carrying her purse. Tom sat in the driver’s seat, ...

... his head in his hands with his elbows on the steering wheel. Annie could almost hear the wheels turning as he was lost in thought again. She climbed into the car and closed the passenger side door behind her. This shook Tom out of his pondering. Annie smiled at him and he smiled sheepishly at her in return, as he turned the key to start the car again.

“Why don’t we go by the school after we go to the Sheriff’s station. It’ll be around lunch time I would think. You can maybe speak with... Lee... is she’s there, while I speak with the office.” Annie suggested.

“Yeah.... okay.” Tom replied, feeling his stomach twist into knots again.

As much as he longed to see Lee, and to hold her, to simply be around her... the thought of talking with her about... about their father... it made him very nervous. Taking a deep breath, he fought down the rising feelings of panic and put the car in gear and began the drive.

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The bridge... It was open to traffic this morning, thankfully. Richard had decided that he really needed to escape his labors for a while today. His fishing trip had been postponed the other day so he was still craving some fresh catfish. So, here he was crossing the bridge on his way to the fishing shanty he inherited from his uncle Pete.

As he rolled across the bridge, nearing the scene of the accident that he had happened upon that fateful night of the Wilding, Richard spotted something lying next to the gap in the railing. Curious, and since ...