Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... miss. Still though, she did not know her mother was so frustrated.

Seeing a nurse pushing a wheel chair down the hall towards her mother’s room, Trina pulled herself together, straightened up and turned to enter the room. She cleared her throat discreetly as a way of warning.

“I think they’re here with your wheel chair mom.” Trina said as she offered her mother the glass of water.

Gerald stood up from the bedside chair and fidgeted with his hat for a moment longer, still needing more information before he left.

“Viv? Any idea where Walt might have run off to? I really need to find him and, have a word with him.” He said carefully still trying to be discreet around Trina.

“I don’t know Gerald…” Vivian replied tiredly.

“Check the boathouse down at the fishing camp.” Trina offered up, drawing looks from both her mother and the Sheriff.

Gerald looked back to Vivian, she looked him in his eyes and simply shrugged as if to say, it’s as good a place as any to look. Gerald looked back at Trina again, but she wouldn’t meet his eye. He wondered at how or where she might have come up with that information. Shaking his head, he decided that that was something for another time, not today.

“You going to be alright getting home?” Gerald asked Vivian.

Vivian nodded and looked to her daughter and smiled sadly.

“Yes, Trina can drive me home.” Vivian sad quietly just as a nurse came into the room pushing a wheel chair in front of her.

The Sheriff, put his hat ...

... back on his head and wished them goodbye before leaving the room so that the nurse could get Vivian up and dressed and into the wheel chair. Noting the time on the clock as he passed the nurses’ station, Gerald sighed again thinking that it’s been a long, long day. He would put in a call to Cam to roust him out of bed. Gerald would send Cam to the fishing camp to see if he could find Walt. Gerald knew that if he went looking himself, he was so tired right now he might just shoot Walt, rather than detain him for questioning. Gerald needed to go to bed and sleep, for a week maybe.

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“Who was it this time?” Caroline asked her husband. She was leaning against the door jamb of his woodshop with her arms crossed over her chest as if she were hugging herself.

Duke paused from pushing the hand plane down the length of the door secured to the bench vise, sweat staining his work shirt and dripping from his salt and pepper hair. He turned to look at his wife of twenty-four years, seeing the hurt and anguish in her eyes. Caroline’s mouth was set in a firm straight line, indicating that she was also still angry as hell. Her beautiful grey eyes were reddened and still a little puffy from crying. She was a strong-willed woman though, and fierce as any man could ever be especially if she were riled up.

“Caroline… honey…” Duke began with a weary pleading voice, only to be cut off by his wife’s vitriolic question again.

“Whose wife Duke? Who did you sweet talk into ...