Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... slightly and looking up the steps at Caroline somewhat sheepishly before moving his eyes to Deeny as if to say “not in front of her.”

Caroline was quick to take the hint and turned to Deeny and told her to go on in and get ready for bed. She crossed her arms in front of her as if hugging her own chest and watched Deeny turn and go into the house through the old creaky screen door. Turning back to Hank, Caroline waited until she heard Deeny’s footsteps on the stairs before raising the single eyebrow again silently indicating he should elaborate further.

“JD was at the dance, Caroline, he was drunker than a skunk.” Hank stated softly, knowing that Caroline was well aware of the rumors about JD and Duke… or rather Duke and JD’s wife Annie.

“Was she there? Annie?” Caroline asked pointedly, her heart beating just a little bit faster as the knots in her stomach began to twist tighter with familiar anger, and heartache.

“If she was, I didn’t see her.” Hank said honestly. “I only saw JD, because I found him… after I ran into Deeny.” Hank added, knowing that he’d have to explain further.

Hank went on to describe what had happened and what Deeny had told him. Caroline had to sit down on the steps to the porch as she wrapped her arms around her knees, feeling the bile rise in her throat. It had been a close call for her eldest daughter, a very close call. Belatedly she thanked Hank for looking out for her girl. Hank was seemingly embarrassed all the more for being ...

... thanked. He just nodded and told her good night and turned to go.

“If you see that bastard husband of mine… no… never mind. Good night, Hank.” Caroline said standing up and turning to go into the house.

Hank climbed into his old car and turned about and headed out the driveway to go home himself. Unbeknownst to him, Caroline had closed the heavy oak back door and locked it, then leaned her forehead against the grainy wood and wept. Another night alone, wondering where her husband was, and who he might be with.

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Deeny shook her head as she drove through town. Remembering that night always gave her the creeps. She realized how close she came to getting raped that night, as if that was the worst of it. No, the worst part was learning that her mother was so unhappy and that her father was… was… was what? She knew that he loved her mother, and both herself and her younger sister, but… He couldn’t seem to be able to help himself when it came to other women as well. The details are sketchy in her mind but he could have been with half the women in the county for all she knew.

Pulling into the parking lot at the high school, the old blue chevy, as always, was followed by a thin hazy cloud of blue smoke. The brakes squealed a little as Deeny slowed near the front doors of the school. Several busses were still lined up further down the curb waiting for the last of their passengers to get aboard before departing the school. There were always stragglers walking or ...