Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... and get her own car and drive herself. Armed with directions and a call that had been made to the home alerting them to her imminent visit, Yvonne drove out of her motel parking lot.

Arriving at the nursing home, Yvonne was struck by its outward appearances. She wasn’t sure if it looked more like a hospital or an apartment complex. She went inside after parking her car and found the administrator’s office after stopping at the front desk and speaking to a very bored looking woman in a nurse’s outfit. She knocked lightly on the door and heard someone within say to come in.

Stepping into the office, Yvonne noted that the elderly lady behind the desk was busy writing in some sort of ledger and conferring with notes in another open book beside it...a log book perhaps. The lady set down her pen and looked up at Yvonne and smiled slightly.

“Ah, Miss Anderson, I presume.”

“Yes, I am. Am I interrupting something?” Yvonne confirmed then asked politely.

“Oh. No, not at all. Just trying to keep up with the paperwork. It never seems to end. Now. I received a call from your lawyers informing me that you are now sole custodian of your mother’s finances. As it is that the law firm has assured me that ongoing expenses will still be covered and the only thing that has changed is that you are now the custodian. If you will sign a few forms for our records, we will be finished with the business portion of your visit. I imagine you are anxious to see your mother.” The ...

... administrator informed Yvonne as she politely motioned for her to have a seat.

The ledger and other book were set aside and a file with Yvonne’s mother’s name on it took their place on her desktop. She opened the folder and removed a couple of sheets of paper and read them briefly to make certain all was in order. She then turned them to face Yvonne and pushed them to the edge of the desk and set a pen atop of them for Yvonne to use. Yvonne picked up the two sheets and skimmed over them before picking up the pen and signing them.

The administrator took the pages back and looked them both over and then replaced them in the folder before closing it and folding her hands atop of it. It struck Yvonne that the woman seemed more concerned with the paperwork than she did about the pending reunion of her and her mother. Oh, sure, the elderly lady smiled warmly, in a condescending manner... like a used car salesman perhaps.

The woman picked up her phone and buzzed someone in another part of the facility. After a moment or so, it was answered and she spoke into the receiver. She asked if Yvonne’s mother was ready to receive visitors. She was informed that indeed they were ready. She then stood up from her desk and came around to join Yvonne and usher her to wherever her mother was at.

Yvonne followed the administrator down several hallways lined with rooms on either side. Some of the doors were open and Yvonne could see some elderly lying in their beds. An occasional nurse or orderly ...