Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... room closed again and locked it. He stretched his arms wide and rolled his shoulders while yawning. Looking at his watch, he realized that He still had several hours on shift yet before he could call it a night and go home to sleep. He could either go out and sit with Betty and share some wonderful conversation… yeah right! Or go drive around on patrol. He waved to Betty on his way out.

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It was raining. The sound of it falling on the tin roof outside of Tom’s bedroom window was like a murmuring lullaby. So soothing and comforting… He just kept his eyes closed and was adrift on that warm soft quiet place between sleep and waking. That all changed when a flash of lightning lit the curtains around his window and the crash of thunder that followed it seemed to shake his bed.

Tom groaned and threw his covers back before turning and sitting on the edge of his bed. Rain was never welcomed first thing in the morning. So much to do and so little time already, but rain… well… it slowed things down and complicated everything. Another flash of lightning and the following thunder roused Tom to stand and begin getting dressed for the day.

J.D. was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other as Tom came down the back stairs and headed for the door. The old man looked at him crossly with one eyebrow raised in silent question, but he refrained from saying anything to Tom. His mother, on the other hand, called to him ...

... from the stove where she was cooking, to put on a slicker before he went out, lest he catch his death of cold from the rain.

Tom grabbed the heavy rubber impregnated canvas poncho from the coat hook next to the door before stepping out onto the back porch. He held the poncho in his hands as he looked out across the yard towards the barn and out buildings, watching the heavy rain fall. The ground looked more like the surface of a pond than solid ground. Tom groaned again and pulled the poncho over his head and shoulders and stepped off the porch at a run towards the barn.

Tom made quick work of feeding the animals and mucking the mule’s stall. As he was putting away his rake, he felt a drip of water fall from the roof of the barn. Tom sighed knowing that it would be left up to him to climb up on the roof and fix that leak, but not this morning. He had to get a move on or he was going to miss his bus. Dashing from the barn to the back porch shouldn’t have been a big deal, but as luck would have it, he slipped and ended up sliding on his ass for a third of that distance. Thoroughly soaking his jeans and the back of his shirt as the poncho trailed out behind him. Tom was disgusted with himself as he stood up and trudged the remaining distance to the porch.

Peeling off his boots, just inside the back door and hanging the poncho back up on the coat hook, Tom heard his mother exclaim under her breath. She was reluctant to say much with J.D. still sitting at the table, again ...