Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... buttons were open and a fair amount of cleavage was exposed to any who might stare. The light grey wool pencil skirt that ended just below her knees, but was split nearly to mid-thigh on her right side did little to hide her long legs in their cream-colored hose. The modest low-heeled pumps were practical for walking as well as looked good.

Yvonne’s chestnut colored hair was done up in a wave of loose curls, barely subdued with some hair spray and a lone barrette pinning her bangs back to one side out of her face. Those curls bounced with every step. So too did her modest bustline that was constrained by a lacy cream-colored bra. Not one to wear much in the way of makeup, Yvonne had made a little bit more of an effort today with some light eye shadow and a deep plum colored lipstick.

The walk was refreshing, the exercise worked out some of the nervous energy she seemed to have. That, and a few cat calls from some construction guys on the job made Yvonne smile as well. She was still smiling, albeit nervously, when she arrived at the offices of the law firm. Because of her own work schedule, the law firm had courteously opened their offices on a Sunday for the purpose of this meeting. The meeting turned out to be mostly tedious, in reality. One thing that was required gave her pause however. As a clause in the trust and the monetary control, Yvonne was required to have a will herself.

Aside from a used car that practically had no value, there wasn’t much of anything ...

... to her estate as it were, other than the money in the trust fund that she was assuming control over. The law firm that was tendering the trust would continue to do so in the future should anything happen to Yvonne. However, they required either some designated beneficiary or a charity or institution to whom any remaining monies would be left to.

Seeing as she had no other family, no next of kin at all, the only person that Yvonne could think of was Deeny. Of course. She would share her life with the younger woman, her heart, her every desire... why not give her everything she had should she pass from this life? And so, it was recorded. For a brief moment, Yvonne thought of how sad it would be to be separated from her love, and how Deeny might feel about losing her as well. The moment soon passed though as more demands for her attention and signatures were presented to her.

It was well after lunch that afternoon before all the documents had been signed and double checked and notarized. Endless cups of coffee, and some finger sandwiches for the working lunch had been provided, not that Yvonne had eaten much if anything. Every time she thought of confronting her mother, her stomach clenched and churned. Yet... the time had come. It was time to make the trip to the nursing home.

The law firm had offered to drive her to the home, but in her mind, Yvonne had thought that meant she was not able to leave whenever she wanted to. Instead, she had opted to walk back to her motel ...