Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... door again. Moments later he was in the driver seat and they were pulling out of the parking lot and heading to the Dairy Freeze.

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Cam was pulling his cruiser into the parking lot at the Sheriff’s station when an ambulance pulled out with its lights flashing and siren on. Puzzled and concerned, Cam got out of his cruiser and went inside to discover chaos.

“Good. You’re here. Why don’t you take the desk till I can get someone here to take over?” Sheriff Gerald Potter said to Cam when he saw him enter the lobby.

“What’s going on?” Cam asked as other deputies began to wander off from the front desk and the Sheriff.

“Betty. We don’t know, she was unconscious and unresponsive. They’re taking her to the hospital in Kansas City. I’m going to dive there myself and find out.” Gerald said with a note of serious concern in his voice.

“Okay, let me know what you find out.” Cam said equally concerned.

Gerald nodded and turned to leave the building to make the drive to Kansas City and the hospital. Cam walked around the counter and entered Betty’s domain. He found her latest paperback romance novel lying in the floor near the foot of her office chair. Cam picked it up and set it under the counter.

Looking around the desk he spied the overflowing ashtray that Betty used too, and cringed. He picked it up as if it were toxic and carefully emptied it into the wastebin by the counter. The empty ashtray went onto a shelf under the counter with her paperback. ...

... Taking a seat in Betty’s chair, Cam settled in for who knows how long till someone relieved him of this duty. Taking calls as they came in, sending radio dispatches as needed to other deputies on patrol.

Cam wondered at himself for his concern for the crotchety old broad. She had always been an irritant as far as he was concerned, well... until the night of the last Wilding. She had shown him a side that he would never have suspected. His opinion of her had softened after that, and he found that he was okay with her abrasive attitude, as he suspected it was just a front. She did care, in her own way. And... he found that he cared as well. He hoped she was okay.

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“Do they know what is wrong with her?” Annie asked Gerald on the phone.

Gerald had indeed traveled to Kansas City to see about Betty. He called Annie to let her know that he was not going to make it to her house that night for dinner, and why. The doctors had run several tests and they hadn’t come back with good results.

“The doctors said that she apparently had a stroke. She’s still unconscious but she’s stable anyway, so that’s a good thing. They are going to keep her in intensive care and monitor her for at least a couple of days. I’m about to dive home after I sign some paperwork for the hospital.” Gerald told Annie with a tired voice.

“Well, be careful, I’ll see you soon.” Annie said warmly, if slightly disappointed.

“I’ll call you tomorrow from the station. I’ll make it up to you, ...