Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Simmons loaded back into Duke’s old truck an hour or so later and said their goodbyes. Tom an Annie stood on the porch and waved goodbye to them and watched as they drove down the driveway to the road before turning for home. Annie rested her head on Tom’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist. Tom, in turn, wrapped an arm around Annie’s shoulder. Everyone, in both families, were breathing easier and were at peace for the first time in a long time. All were ready to face whatever new challenges, come what may.

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The following week, there was a funeral for J.D. Branson. There weren’t many people in attendance. Mostly, those there were more to comfort and support is widow Annie and son Tom. There was a short service at the small church that Annie and long-ago J.D. had attended. A short procession to the cemetery where he was interred for his eternal rest.

Sheriff Gerald Potter, waited with Annie and Tom until the other attendees had departed. Annie did grieve for J.D. but not the man that they had laid to rest, but rather the young man that had wooed and won her heart and married her. That man had faded out of existence long ago. In burying J.D., it only made that loss irrevocably permanent and final.

Tom grieved as well, but not for the monster that was finally removed from his life. Rather, he grieved for his mother. Now that he knew what love truly felt like other than that from his mother... love for and from someone special and ...

... irreplaceable... he realized just how lonely she had been all these years. Perhaps now she might find someone to give her the happiness she so very much deserved.

Tom walked hand in hand through the cemetery with Lee. She had attended only to be with him and his mother, as did Duke and Caroline. Tom had promised to bring Lee home shortly, allowing Duke and Caroline to leave already. Tom and Lee were giving his mother a little space, knowing that the Sheriff had wanted to... comfort her.

Gerald felt awkward, standing beside Annie as the cemetery workers lowered the casket into grave. He was in full uniform, holding his broad brimmed hat, his hands turning it and fidgeting with the brim. Annie stood beside him her right hand holding his left elbow as if to steady herself. Her simple dress, all in black, a hat with a thin veil of black hanging over her eyes, made it clear to anyone seeing her that she was indeed a widow. Even so, Gerald couldn’t help but admire her shape and form.

Gerald had been a bachelor for far too long. Much too long. Years ago, he had dated Annie briefly when she had first come to Helton as a young substitute teacher. While they got along well together, his work schedule as a young deputy didn’t leave him much time to date and socialize. He wasn’t surprised when other’s wooing her, one in particular, caught her attention and eventually lead to marriage. They had remained friends all these years, but secretly Gerald regretted the lost opportunity... the one that ...