Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... know most everyone else. Some know others far better than they have call to actually. Old Betty used to be a younger woman once upon a time. As such she was often employed by various families in the area to be a babysitter. Betty used to babysit Walter and his younger brother and sister quite regularly in fact.

“Betty, Walt here will be our guest, until after the Sheriff speaks with him in the morning. I’m going to take him back to the showers and let him get cleaned up. Maybe we can find him a jumper to wear after he gets out.” Cam said calmly, giving Betty a sidelong look to let her know he was being diplomatic.

Betty harumphed and almost went into a choking coughing fit, having to take the cigarette out of her mouth again to get a handle on her breathing.

“Yeah, pup. I think we can find him a jumper to wear. Maybe we should find him a bed to use so he can lay down and sleep a while too.” Betty said with poorly disguised mirth as Cam spun the log book back around to face her.

“Are there any sandwiches left in that vending machine in the break room?” Cam asked as he took Walter’s elbow and began leading him around the side of the desk towards a door to a hallway going deeper into the station.

“Why? You feeling lucky… or suicidal maybe?” Betty chortled pushing her glasses back up to the top of her forehead, already bending her head back down to the book she was reading.

Cam took the cuffs off of Walter and had him strip down. He showed Walt the shower room ...

... and went to get him a jumper, while he bathed. Most “guests” of the Sheriff’s lock up were issued the bright orange jumpers that most correctional facilities used. While Walt had not technically been arrested, he was still being detained for questioning and would be spending the night in one of the lock-ups.

When Walt had bathed, and dried. He dressed in the jumper and a cheap pair of flip flops for his feet. Cam led him to the staff’s break room and had him take a seat at the table. A handful of quarters later, Walt was eating a questionable egg salad sandwich and a bag of potato chips and washing it down with a can of ginger ale. By the time he’d taken his last sip of the soda, Walt’s eyes were nearly closed. Cam got him to stand up and led him down the corridor to an empty lock-up. Walter didn’t argue or complain, he simply sat down then leaned over and stretched out on the bench style bed and was out like a light.

Cam shook his head and stepped out of the room closing the door behind him and locking it. Looking through the little viewport window once more to check Walt, who hadn’t moved a muscle Cam shrugged and smiled. Cam returned to the bull pen out front and sat at his desk. He pulled out a report form and inserted it into his typewriter. He began filling out his report, detailing what he had done and how he had located Walter.

Twenty minutes later, after going out to his cruiser to retrieve the small pistol from his trunk, Cam pulled the door to the evidence ...