Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 4

... broken. An ambulance will be here in a few minutes. I’ve already notified your family.” I was on the gurney en route to the ambulance when an older gentleman in a grey suit and tie stopped the EMT’s. “I’m Sheriff Barnham, Ty. I think you should press charges.” “For a basketball accident?” “That was no accident. Everyone but you saw what happened. Take a look at the video on my phone.” This game, because of its importance locally had been broadcast both on TV and radio. He held it up for me to see. I had just received the pass and turned when I saw the punch. My opponent had reared back and let me have it—a blind shot I’d never seen coming. “It was deliberate; what a bastard! You bet I’ll press charges on him. What do I have to do?” “One of my deputies will bring the papers to you tomorrow morning. My men already have him in custody. He’s eighteen; battery is big trouble and with your injuries it will be even worse.” I laid back as they wheeled me out the door. Cinda waited there with my parents. She had tears in her eyes. I reached for her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” She kissed my hand. “I don’t think you’d say that if you saw your face.” I hadn’t. I’d gone straight to the shower once I had shed my bloody uniform. From there it was straight to where the doctor waited for me. “What is it?” “Your nose is swollen badly and you have one huge bruise covering both eyes and halfway down your cheek. Did the Sheriff speak with you?” “Yes, he did. I’m pressing charges. I didn’t ...

... realize it was a deliberate punch.” I wanted to say more, but the EMT’s chose that moment to whisk me away. It was my first time, and hopefully my last, in an ambulance. We tore down the country roads at an unsafe speed while my ECG was transmitted directly to the ER. They wheeled me out roughly twenty minutes later. A young doctor came out to me, checking my pulse and breathing while I was wheeled in. “We need to wait for your parents, Ty. They need to sign the permission for treatment and possible surgery.” “No…I’m eighteen and I live with my wife in our own place. I can sign or my wife. She’s with my folks.” “I think we should wait. That was one hell of a game you played. We had it on the radio. I have to hand it to you—you have a lot of guts. Orderly, put him into twelve.” I was moved from the ambulance gurney to a hospital bed. The orderly helped me out of my clothes, taking extraordinary care pulling my tee shirt over my head. I staggered up, my bare ass hanging out of the hospital gown to the bathroom. I was shocked—worse than shocked—when I saw my face in the mirror. I had to sit to take a leak. Cinda and my parents were there when I returned. “Gee, Ty I can see your cute little butt. I think we should get some of these things for you to wear at home.” I knew what Cinda was doing—putting up a brave front for me. The doctor explained what was needed—x-rays and possibly surgery. Did I have insurance? I already knew the answer to that—no! Cinda and I hadn’t been sick for even ...