Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... his breast pocket.

“I drove Vivian and Duke to Walt and Viv’s house… she was bleeding pretty badly but I had taken my shirt off so she could use it to press into the wound to slow the bleeding. Duke was in the back seat with a full bottle of scotch that he snatched before we left the shed.” Hank told Gerald in an almost dreamlike tone as if he were barely awake.

“You didn’t take her to the hospital?” Gerald asked leaning back forward to pick up his lighter and light his cigarette.

“Nah, I offered to but she said it wouldn’t be right. She had me roust her kid, Trina. The girl drove Viv to Kansa City in their own car. After they drove off, I took Duke to his place. I dropped him off at the end of the lane and let him walk the rest of the way home. I sure as hell didn’t want to tangle with Caroline. She’s Hell on wheels when she’s mad, and I knew she would be mad as hell when Duke got home. If I had to answer to her and tell her what happened…” Hank visibly shuddered then looked up at Gerald questioningly.

“Yeah, I see your point. I’m sure Duke caught hell as it was, if she knew the rest, there might have been two shootings last night.” Gerald agreed with gallows humor, the smirk on his tired face showing his understanding.

Standing up wearily, Gerald stretched his arms overhead and leaned back to the sounds of his back crackling and popping. He groaned softly before straightening back up and reaching for his lighter that rested on the table. After he picked up ...

... his hat, Gerald stopped beside his still seated friend and placed one hand on his shoulder briefly.

“Get some sleep Hank, you look awful.” He said and grinned at the rolling eyed expression Hank gave him when he looked up at Gerald.

“I was trying to do that when you came pounding on my door.” Hank grumped as he rubbed both hands over his swollen and grimy face.

At the door, Gerald turned back to Hank and asked:

“Any idea where Walt wondered off to?”

“Well, him and Viv came to the shed in his truck. I don’t think he was sober enough to start it last night, but he may have sobered up by now. Check at his house. If not, he might still be at the shed or on one of the other shanties around the lake.” Hank told him.

“Okay, I guess we’ll just have to look for him, eventually.” Gerald said as he pulled the door closed behind him and put his hat on as he stood on the tilted front porch of Hank’s trailer. The old dog groaned and thumped his tail a couple of times before taking a deep breath and letting out a canine equivalent of a sigh, then went back to sleep.

“Yeah pal, I wish I were in your place right now.” Gerald thought to himself as he eyed the old dog, then went down the steps and crossed to his patrol car to get in.

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The bell for second period sounded and the rustling sounds of papers and books being slammed shut as students stood up to leave their desks and exit the classroom. The murmuring sound of various conversations rose along with ...