Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... from Deeny at the mention of Tom’s father. Curious, that. Shaken somewhat out of her stupor, Deeny unfurled her arms and grabbed a bar towel and wiped at the counter. She saw that Cam’s cup was only halfway full, so she turned to get the carafe from the coffee machine to top him up. She then moved down the counter to top off other customer’s cups as well.

Yvonne hadn’t missed Deeny’s reaction to the mention of Tom’s father either. She watched Deeny moved down the counter then turned to Cam with one eyebrow raised and tilted her head towards Deeny. Cam, still holding his cup in both hands, frowned and looked thoughtful himself. He sensed there was something as well, but he didn’t know what it was so he looked at Yvonne and shrugged apologetically.

“Got to be a reason for that…” Yvonne declared softly so that only Cam could hear her.

“Probably is. Damned if I know what it is though. But, a lot of people don’t think much of J.D. Branson. He’s got kind of a reputation hereabouts for being a mean bastard. I don’t know why that is but then who does? Best to just steer clear of him if you can.” Cam spoke conspiratorially to Yvonne even as he watched Deeny move about the dining room checking on customers.

As Cam was following Deeny with his gaze, he noticed the sheriff’s cruiser pull into the diner’s gravel parking lot. Cam sat up a little straighter as he wondered what his uncle would be doing stopping in here at the diner. Then, as the passenger side door opened up and ...

... Walter emerged from the cruiser the same time his uncle Gerald did from the driver’s side, it started to make sense.

“Order up!” Hank called from the pass-through window on the back wall behind the counter.

“Hank, sweety, the sheriff is here. You got a minute?” Yvonne spoke through the window just loud enough for him to hear her.

Deeny greeted the sheriff and Walter as they came through the door. Cam looked at his uncle who nodded to him and waved dismissively before following Deeny to an open booth at the far end of the Counter. Deeny poured each a cup of coffee and said she’d be right back to take their orders.

Hank came around the end of the counter through the swinging doors to the kitchen, a towel in hand as he wiped them clean. When he saw Walter sitting across from the table in the booth with Gerald he paused for a moment. Yvonne saw this and turned her head slightly leaning to one side questioningly.

“Give us a few minutes before you come to take their orders.” Hank spoke distractedly, handing the towel to Yvonne as he went around the counter.

Deeny came from the other direction behind the counter and set the coffee carafe back in the machine. She picked up two menus and two glasses of ice water before turning to head back to the sheriff’s booth. Yvonne reached out and touched her arm before she could go.

“Hank said to wait a few minutes… I think he wants to talk with the sheriff.” Yvonne told Deeny even as she watched Hank slide into the booth on ...