Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... desperate voice pleaded on the other end to hear them out. She rolled her eyes and huffed her impatience before saying “Fine” and continued to listen.

As she listened, the person’s words had an impact on her. As bitter as her memories were for her estranged mother, there was still something, something deep down that was touched. Her angry face slowly relaxed to something approaching mild annoyance... then complacency. She closed her eyes and brought a hand to her brow to rub with her thumb and fingers.

“Yes, I’m still here.” Yvonne spoke into the phone, her voice noticeably mollified, almost courteous.

The voice on the other end of the phone continued. Yvonne turned her back to the wall and slowly slid down to sit on her heels. The arm holding the phone settling with the elbow on her knee. Something said spiked her ire once again and she clenched her jaw tightly grinding her teeth.

“Oh, really?” She spat the question into the mouthpiece, taking the phone away from her ear to look at the ceiling as if asking the heavens.

“Look. I’ve not seen her or had any contact with her in over fifteen years. And now it’s my responsibility to do this? I mean, what the hell? Yeah, No! I have to work tomorrow.” Yvonne spat with indignation and disbelief.

The voice on the other end pleaded with her not to hang up and after a moment or two Yvonne replaced the phone to her ear to listen. Another deep breath and a long sigh later, she nodded her head. Realizing no one could see ...

... her head nod, she spoke again.

“Fine. Send the lawyer to where I work. If I have time to sit and listen for a minute or so I’ll do that. Yes, I’ll be there till about three thirty tomorrow afternoon.” Yvonne declared.

“Yes... yes... goodbye.” Yvonne ended the conversation, dropping the phone from her hand and laying her head in both hands still sitting on her heels against the wall.

When the dial tone started warbling from the receiver she reached and picked the phone up from the floor then stood to hang it up. She brought one of her hands to her eyes that were suddenly leaking tears. The memories, long suppressed and buried deep in her mind came surging to the surface. Bitter, vile, hateful memories, things that would be better off forgotten caused Yvonne’s stomach to sour. She turned and raced down the hall to her bathroom and barely lifted the seat cover on the toilet before she began to retch and vomit.

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“Lee... I have to tell you something.” Tom began in a soft voice, his head hung down and eyes averted for the moment.

Tom and Annie had arrived at the Simmons’ place a few minutes ago. Lee had rushed out to the car to greet them and to jump into Tom’s arms. Duke and Caroline smiled from the porch, Annie smiled too, but it was tinged with sadness, as she knew what was coming. Caroline picked up on Annie’s unspoken angst instantly of course, call it women’s intuition. Annie and Caroline ushered Duke back into the house to leave “the kids” alone ...