Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... own voice.

“What’s up? Mom? Is everything okay?” Tom asked, his voice now showing some concern.

“Have a seat, son.” Gerald said, suggesting more than ordering.

Tom noted that his mother was wringing her hands in front of her on the table top, a half empty coffee cup seemingly forgotten. He set his books down on the cabinet counter top and moved to the table to sit down at the end of the table. The Sheriff was to his right and his mother to his left. Between them there was a brown envelope on the table.

“Something came in the mail today, for you.” Annie managed to get out, her voice cracking with tension.

Tom looked again at the envelope and saw that it was addressed to him. Looking from his mother to the Sheriff with questioning eyes, he felt a sense of dread wash over him. He reached out and picked up the envelope and read it. The return address was ***********ive Service – Official business.

Again, Tom looked between his mother and the Sheriff, then carefully opened the envelope and withdrew the single sheet of paper within. He unfolded it and began to read. He had to read it twice, then a third time before his mind accepted what his eyes were seeing. With a shaky hand he set the paper down on the table before him and closed his eyes.

“Wh... what does it say?” Annie asked when she could no longer stand the wait.

Tom swallowed a couple of times, steeling himself enough to speak. He continued to stare at the letter as if it were a poisonous snake and ...

... he was afraid it would move. Finally, in a choked voice he spoke.

“It’s... it’s a draft notice. I’ve been ordered to report for induction.”

Annie gasped as her fears were realized. She looked beseechingly at Gerald who had remained calm. Tom half laughed half barked before speaking again. Annie instantly looked again to her son.

“At least I don’t have to be there until after graduation...” Tom said quietly.

Gerald noticed that Annie’s hands had stopped fidgeting and were merely grasping one another tightly, so tightly that here knuckles were turning white. He reached over with his right hand and rested it atop both of hers and gently squeezed them. Tom saw all this and it registered somewhere in the back of his mind but he was caught up in a maelstrom of thoughts. Drafted? What does that mean for himself and Lee? Where would he end up? Could they survive the separation? Who would take care of the farm? To hell with the farm, who would take care of his mom? All of it was simply overwhelming his consciousness, he was numb.

Somehow, Tom managed to pull himself together enough to remember that he wanted to call and check on Lee. He reached out and picked up the letter and carefully replaced it into the envelope from which it came. He set it back on the table and then stood, excusing himself. He told his mother he needed to make a phone call. Annie merely nodded to her son, her face still a mask of sadness.

Tom walked across the kitchen to the doorway leading into ...