Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... you, Gerald. I will remember that... should I need to talk to someone.” She smiled sadly as she reached out for Tom’s arm.

Tom had just shaken hands with the Sheriff and offered his arm to his mother to escort her back out of the station and to their car. They received a subdued friendly smile and a nod from Old Betty at the counter as they came through the door into the lobby headed for the front door. Once outside the building, Annie stopped for a moment and leaned bodily into Tom who wrapped an arm around her out of concern.

“Are you okay mom?” He asked softly, feeling her shake in his arms.

“It’s... it’s finally hitting home... It’s becoming real, Tom. He’s... he’s gone. He’s... dead.” Annie sobbed quietly into his chest as he continued to hold her tightly.

To his credit, Tom didn’t say anything derogatory about the man he grew up thinking was his father. That hateful bitter bastard that had made his life a living hell for more years than he cared to think about. The only sadness he had for the situation was that his mother was hurting and grieving, even if it was for a man who’s been gone from her life for many, many years before he died.

After a few minutes, Annie pulled herself together again. With a quiet sob and a few sniffles, she wiped at her eyes and blew her nose with one of the tissues from Gerald’s office that she still had in her hand. Glancing up and smiling sadly as if in apology to her son, she turned and they began to walk on to their car ...

... once more.

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The small rental house looked the same as it had the last time Deeny had seen it. Well... save for the fact that the curtains were all closed. She had parked the old blue Chevy on the curb in front of the house and walked up to the door. She stood there, one hand raised to knock, but hesitated. Her thoughts racing and her heart pounding. What if Yvonne was avoiding her? What if she didn’t want to see her again? She wondered. Deeny’s eyes misted and her throat got tight and she was on the verge of just turning around and walking back to the car... then her hand fell and her knuckles struck the door repeatedly, knocking on it.

Time took a left turn somewhere after the knock. If not for her racing heart that she could hear in her own ears with every beat, she would have imagined that time had simply stopped, as she waited. Waited for a sign, waited for a response, waited for those beautiful emerald green eyes to gaze back at her with... with what?

Deeny was torn between raising her hand to knock once more and just turning around to run away. God this was just not right. She had to know how Yvonne felt. She had to know if there was something more between them or if what they had shared was just... just a fling. It was tearing Deeny apart on the inside, she had thought that it was something so very special. She...she felt love for Yvonne. Could it be that it was only one sided?

Still torn, and running nearly winning out, her hand once more ...