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

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

... snowfall of the season overnight. It wasn’t much--probably not more than three inches, but it was Cinda’s first. She took Fred out back with her and noticed Holly playing in her yard. Holly made a snowball, throwing it into ours. Fred, being a retriever, chased it, digging his snout into the snow trying futilely to find it. Holly found that hilarious; so did Cinda. She made several snowballs, throwing them into the air for Fred to chase. I put on my jacket and walked outside carefully. Fred ran to my side with Cinda following as Holly walked up to the fence. “Wow, Ty—your face is all black and blue. Michael heard what happened on the radio and then we saw it on the news, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Does it hurt?” “A little, but it’s getting better.” Holly looked at Cinda who just shook her head. “It would get better even faster if our patient would follow directions. Aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” She pointed to the door. I turned around as Holly laughed. Cinda returned to the house a few minutes later. “Snow is so much fun.” “It is for kids and first-timers like you; for the rest of us it’s just a big pain in the ass. Luckily, Kenny just phoned. He’ll be over later to shovel our walks and a lane up the driveway so we can get in and out. Wait until you drive in it. This is why I bought a truck with four-wheel drive.” Cinda went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and fetch a biscuit for Fred. We relaxed together, icing my face and watching TV until ...

... Fred jumped up racing and barking to the door. I wasn’t surprised when the bell rang a few seconds later. Cinda answered it. Fred stepped in front of Cinda ready to growl and defend her until she told him, “Okay, Fred…it’s okay. Hi, Coach.” She led my coach and another man I recognized as the St. Ann’s coach to me. “Hello, Ty,” he said, extending his hand for me to shake. I did. “I wanted you to know that I don’t condone what Sheehy did to you, Ty and neither does St. Ann’s. We’ve learned he was high—speed. There were several pills in his clothes when we returned to the locker room. I’ve thrown him off the team and he’s been expelled from St. Ann’s. I know his father very well; he’s furious with his son.” He gave me a business card. “He wants you to send your medical bills to him. He insists on paying them. Don’t worry, he’ll find a way to make Peter reimburse him. ” We spoke for almost a half hour before they left. They were just leaving when Dan Shulman walked in. I told him about my conversation with the St. Ann’s coach. “Pretty smart, although I suggest that you sue the son of a bitch. You could make a fortune—at least ten times what your bills are.” “No…I don’t think so. I’m already pressing charges and he’s been kicked out of school if what I’ve just been told is true. Enough is enough.” He said he’d get in touch with Dad about the bills and left, setting an appointment with us in January to talk about our taxes. Cinda brought in another icepack. She was relentless. She’d ...