Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... falter.

“How can I help you folks?” She groused in her gravely chain-smoking voice, her half-lens glasses with the beaded chain perched on her nose so that she was looking over them.

“I’m Annie Branson, and this is my son Tom. We’re here to see Sheriff Potter for some paperwork... regarding my husband...” Annie began and found herself choking up unexpectedly, she squeezed Tom’s arm to ground herself.

“Oh... I’m sorry... for your loss. Just a moment and I’ll ring the Sheriff to let him know you are here.” Old Betty said with a little more tenderness in her voice seeing Annie in distress.

Betty picked up her phone and dialed the Sheriff’s private line, she let him know that Mrs. Branson was here to see him. She nodded to whatever his response was and hung up her phone.

“The Sheriff will be right out.” Betty said kindly and gave that smile again before she went back to reading her book.

A few moments later Sheriff Gerald Potter appeared at the door leading further back into the station. There was an apologetic or perhaps sad smile on his face as he greeted Annie and Tom. He ushered them through the door and back to his office. It wasn’t until he pulled out the chair for Annie to sit that Gerald realized he only had one guest chair in his office. Tom, waved away his concerns and simply stood behind his mother’s chair with his hands on her shoulders.

Gerald took in the outward show of support and nodded his head before going around his desk to take his own ...

... seat.

“It’s always good to see you, Annie, Tom. I’m sorry that it’s under these circumstances however. I’m sorry for your loss.” Gerald began apologetically with sincerity.

“Thank you, Gerald. It’s a small blessing to have to go through this with someone we know at least. So. Where do we begin?” Annie replied, reaching one hand up to rest on one of Tom’s on her shoulder.

“Yes. Well, the... body... is still with the state medical examiner’s office awaiting the autopsy findings. It should be released in a day or so. At which time it will be turned over to the family... that being you and Tom, or the funerial services you secure for that. Have you made any plans as of yet?” Gerald asked as gently as he could with his gravelly voice.

“I haven’t, yet. I suppose I’ll call the church and get some suggestions this afternoon.” Annie said quietly.

“Of course. Just... let me know and I’ll help with the transfer arrangements.” Gerald reassured them.

“As for the vehicle... J.D.’s truck. It was recovered from the lake of course, and it could be repaired if you so desired, but it might be a lost cause if you ask me. There was extensive damage to the front end and engine from the... impact... then being submerged for a few days. It’s in the county impound lot if you want to have a look. I can’t tell you if the insurance would pay for all that or not as it’s not a newer vehicle to start with. They’ll probably suggest it be written off as a total loss.” Gerald went on a little ...