Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... his children.

“Have you caught the bastard yet?” Walter demanded.

“Well... yes... and no. You see, the driver went into the lake with his truck. He, he didn’t make it.” Cam revealed, watching Walt’s face... it softened somewhat as the implications begin to sink in.

“You’re not saying that Trina is responsible for his... his death? Are you?” Walk asked darkly in almost a growl.

“No. Not at all, Walt. That’s been determined already. Trina was struck from behind causing her to lose control, not her fault. The same collision made the other driver lose control as well. However, when he struck the side of the bridge it was not as forgiving. The coroner said that he struck his head and was likely as not unconscious before drowning in the lake. As far as the department is concerned this investigation is closed. I’m just letting you know what was found.” Cam explained.

Walk looked up at his daughter across the table and smiled warmly before turning to Cam to smile again and extend his hand to shake, in thanks. Vivian looked on from her position standing behind Walter’s chair.

“Do we know who it was?” Vivian asked out of curiosity.

“Branson was the last name... J.D. Branson.” Cam read from the form, even though he knew it full well without doing so.

“Branson?” Trina asked. “Tom Branson’s father?” She asked in addition.

“Y... Yeah, I think so.” Cam said hesitantly wondering if he might have stumbled somehow.

“That’s so sad... Tom is a really sweet boy. Oh ...

... no... that’s going to hurt Lee. Lee is his girlfriend, despite attempts from other girls to lure him away.” Trina said almost crossly as she remembered Sylvia’s fixation on Tom.

“Yes. Well, I wouldn’t know about any of that. But, yes, it’s sad all the same. Anyway, I just thought you had a right to know. It’ll be in the paper either tomorrow or the next day anyway.” Cam said as he gathered up the forms that he needed to retain and return to the Sheriff’s station.

Trina reached over and lightly set her right hand atop his, causing him to freeze and look slowly up to her still slightly battered face, and those stunning blue eyes.

“Thank you, Cam... for letting us know. Now there can be peace, knowing that it is all truly over.” Trina said smiling warmly.

Cam was ready to take his leave and head back out on patrol, but Vivian and Walter insisted that he have dinner with them. It was when Trina asked him to stay as well that the decision was made to do just that, to stay. Cam didn’t know it, well, maybe suspected a little, but he was hooked. He hadn’t been so captivated by a young lady in a long time. Not since he had dated Deeny Simmons while they were still in school years ago.

Dinner was simple fare, chicken and dumplings, mixed greens, cornbread muffins and apple butter. Cam couldn’t remember the last time he had such a wonderful meal, either on duty or off. The conversation danced around people they knew in common, one being “Old Betty” at the station. She had ...