Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E21

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

My final call was to Vito, an old friend of my parents who owned an excellent Italian restaurant. He was concerned about me when he answered the phone. He'd known me since I was four. I reassured him and asked if I could still get some food for tomorrow night.

"For you, Ty-no problem." We agreed on chicken parm, sausage and peppers, baked ziti, and meatballs. He suggested a tossed Italian salad and some bread. "I'll throw in some olives, as well." I agreed to pick everything up around six and we were all set. Vito told me we had more than enough for twenty people, but he'd never seen Kenny eat.

I spent most of the day dusting and vacuuming and cleaning the kitchen while checking out some bowl games on the TV. I took Cinda out for Chinese. We were stopped on the way back-an organized traffic stop looking for drunk drivers as well as expired licenses and registrations. I put on the interior light and pulled my license and registration from my wallet. As things developed it wasn't necessary. The deputy recognized me. "Oh...hi there Ty. How're you feeling? That idiot just made bail. Haven't been drinking, have you?"

"Hi, Deputy-no, my next one will be my first. Truthfully, I could never see the appeal."

"I always thought you were a smart one."

"He Is... did you know that Ty is a genius?" looked over at Cinda who could never stop bragging about me.

"It's not really true. Wives are supposed to brag about their husbands, I guess." He laughed and waved us on. I rolled up the window and drove away. "Please don't do that, Cinda. You know I don't like to brag, especially about being smart."

"I'm sorry, Ty. It's just that I'm so proud of you. She leaned over to kiss my cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Of course; I wasn't angry...just embarrassed." I rested my hand on her knee until I had pulled into the garage. We watched some more football, Cinda curled up on one side of me, Fred's head on my other leg.

The game was boring-a blowout by halftime-so I ran my hand up under Cinda's blouse. It was almost to her breast when she jumped up, turned the TV off and extended her hand. "I can take a

hint. Why don't you put Fred out while I get ready in the bathroom?

I see no reason why we can't shower together again." She leaned down to kiss my good cheek before pulling me up. She wasn't the only one who could take a hint. Fred was outside in a flash while I locked up the house. I let him back in a minute or so later and he led me down the hall.

We showered, washing each other lovingly then made beautiful love just as we did every other night. Fred completely ignored us, even yawning several times. He had no interest in sex. Fred was a rescue puppy. I'd picked him out from a room full of small kennels. All the dogs were barking except him, even when I walked up to his cage. I sat on the floor when he was released, so pleased when he climbed all over me, licking my hands and face. I adopted him that very afternoon, depositing $20 saved from my allowance as a donation to the Humane Society. One of the conditions of the adoption was that he be neutered. I cried openly when I learned how many dogs, even pupples, were euthanized every year. Getting Fred had worked out well for both of us. He got a loving home; I got a faithful companion, one who loved me, and now Cinda, fully. God help anyone who threatened her while he was around.

We had needed a plumber to fix a badly leaking faucet back in mid- December. I was outside raking leaves for the final time while Cinda sat in the kitchen with the plumber. She and Fred had known each other only a month, but had bonded completely. Fred sat between her and the man. He turned every time the man moved and Cinda told me he almost lost his arm when he tried to hand Cinda the bill. We had to pay, but the total would be deducted from our rent.

We woke early Sunday morning, showered and ate a quick breakfast before dressing for church. We met Mom and Dad outside and they inquired about my face. 'Gee, Ty you look kind of like a raccoon with that mask of a bruise."

"It's okay, Mom. It barely even hurts now. Most of the swelling is gone, too. We would have continued, but Kenny and Mandy walked up. We went into church together, but sat in separate pews. Mom and Dad liked to sit up front, we preferred the rear.

We spent much of the afternoon in the supermarket buying cases of assorted soda, pretzels and potato chips and some stuff to make into a dip thanks to a recipe from Mom. We also bought a bunch of carrots, green and red sweet peppers, radishes, and celery which I cut into strips for hors d'oeuvres. I left around 5:30 to pick up our party food, getting the directions for reheating from Vito himself. We ate a light dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches

before showering. I put Fred out around eight.

Our guests began arriving around nine. We danced and chatted, having a great time, even wearing some of those silly hats that Marty had brought. Everything was going great when the doorbell rang just after ten. Cinda rose to answer. "Uh...TYI"

I left the kitchen where I was removing the containers of hot food, walking swiftly toward her at the door. Standing just outside were five guys, all seniors at our school. Two of them were drinking cans of Budweiser. "Hi there, Ty-we thought we'd corne to your party."

"I'm afraid not, Mitch. It's not really a party, just a group of my very close friends and their dates. While I know all of you I'd never describe you as my close friends. All the guys here have dates and you don't which is a problem and you're all drinking which we don't allow in our home. So thanks for stopping by and have a happy new year."

"You know, Ty you have quite the reputation as a brawler, but there's only one of you and I suspect that a shot to your nose would incapacitate you in a second so why don't you step aside and let us in?"

"What makes you think I'm alone in this? FRED!" He bolted away from the two girls who were petting him. He was at my side in two seconds. "Fred...alert." He bared his teeth and growled. They took a quick step back. "This dog is ninety-seven pounds of pure muscle. See how thick his neck is? He could take your arm off at the elbow with the greatest ease. Not so quick on the draw now, are you? I suggest you go back to your car and celebrate somewhere else, but watch out for the cops." They walked away, but Mitch made the mistake of taking his hand suddenly from his jacket pocket. Fred lunged; only my hand on his collar held him back. "Not too smart, Mitch." They were gone a minute later, but not before they threw several empty beer cans on the lawn. I went outside with Fred to remove them. Fred got his reward once we were back inside.

Cinda hugged him while I retrieved a Milk-Bone biscuit.

"Thank God that's over, Ty.

I was worried about you." kissed Cinda then led her into the kitchen where we prepared all the food. I wasn't at all surprised when Kenny was first in line. Even Mandy scolded him, but I reminded her that someone had to be first.

Cinda and I as hosts went last. There was still a mountain of food remaining. We had no trouble encouraging Kenny and everyone else to have seconds.

Cinda and I were dancing well, we called it dancing. Basically we were standing in each other's arms as tightly as we could manage with our friends in the room. Cinda reached up every few minutes to kiss me and I realized for at least the millionth time how lucky I was to have found her. We turned on the TV around 11:30 to watch the entertainment and the countdown in New York for the New Year. We blew the horns and turned the noise makers, behaving like idiots, but having a wonderful time. I pulled Cinda to me at the magical moment and we kissed long and deep, making it even more magical as I told her once again how much I loved her. Even better, she told me the very same things. The party broke up around three after everyone pitched in to clean most of the mess. Jennifer and Mandy helped cover the food and put it into the refrigerator. We had enough for several meals, at least. We were tired, but very satisfied when we finally went to bed and to sleep seconds later.

To Be Continued..