Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E34

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

He bodied up against me on my final try, thinking to out muscle me, but I'd dealt with that tactic before. I dribbled away from the basket and he let me go. I turned once was about twenty-eight feet from the basket, jumped up and fired off a long jumper. It was a move and shot I'd practiced over and over during the summer. My form was perfect as I squared up to the basket and released the ball exactly at the apex of my leap. It was a beautiful shot. We broke up into twos and threes for foul shots once it passed through the hoop.

I was in the shower when Harden approached. "You embarrassed me!"

"Yeah, I did, but I hope you realize you were set up."

He stood there his muscular black body slowly relaxing as he began to think. "What do you mean?"

"How often do you plan offensive moves twenty feet from the basket? Not often I'd guess, while I live there. I'm a guard; you're what...a power forward or a center? I'll bet you usually work less than ten feet from the basket." I extended my hand. "I'm Ty...Ty Feldner."

"Oh, fuck I just realized who you are the guy on that banner." He laughed and I joined him until he extended his hand to meet mine. "Glenn." We shook and washed up. Fifteen minutes later I was on my way back to Cinda, dinner, and a long evening of study followed by my favorite activity of the day-making love to my beautiful wife.

Over the next week I worked my way up to the first team, Glenn's progress mirrored mine. We worked very well together, as though we could read each other's mind. I realized that my days of averaging more than thirty a game were behind me. The players in Division 1 were much bigger, stronger, quicker and more highly skilled than almost anyone I had faced in high school. Instead, I worked to make my teammates better, penetrating and dishing off for easy layups.

I thought I was doing well when the head coach pulled me aside. Ty, we didn't recruit you just to pass. I want to see you shoot more. You're giving up a lot of open shots I'm sure you can make. Don't be afraid to take then." shrugged my shoulders and

returned to the drill. Everett was the point guard, handling the ball

much of the time. We ran the offense and I saw an open lane to the basket. Two quick dribbles and I went up for a short floater. I tried it again and when the defense closed on me I easily bounce passed for layups, Glenn being the recipient both times.

Glenn and I were in the shower later when he commented, "Damn, Ty-you have the most complete game of anyone I've ever played with or against, it's a helluva lot better playing with you than against, that's for damned sure." He clapped me on the back, almost dislocating my shoulder, before we returned to the task at hand.

I had put the incident at the Mixer out of my mind when Cinda once again had trouble. We were at the student union Saturday afternoon and I had just gone to get some soda refills. The football team had just won again with Monroe running for almost 200 yards and catching a screen pass for a long touchdown. I saw the same guy approach Cinda and heard him while I was returning to the table.

"I got just what you need here, baby. That skinny white boy got nothing to compare to what I can give you." He grabbed his crotch obscenely. I put the sodas down and was ready to take this guy apart right in public when Cinda rose and began to walk around him. I spun him around, ready to take his head off, when he reached out to Cinda's breast.

I stood with him eye to eye, angry enough to kill. "Listen, asshole- I'll take you apart bit by bit if I ever see you near my wife again. You may think you're hot stuff, but I've put down much bigger people than you. I'd say "men," but you're obviously not much of a man. Find some single girl to annoy. C'mon, Cinda." I led her out to the parking lot. She was heading home; I was en route to Home Depot before returning to take Monroe and Juanita out for dinner again.

I kissed her good-bye at the Beemer and walked to my truck. Once again, I put that asshole out of my head. Cinda drove straight home, not noticing the rusty old pickup that followed her. She pulled into and parked in the driveway. Cinda had just opened the door and turned off the alarm when she felt an arm wrap around her waist and another over her mouth. "Now I'm going to give you what you deserve, you fucking cock tease. You'll enjoy the last minutes of your life wrapped around my cock before I squeeze the life out of... ARRGGGHHH...OWWWWWW!"

Fred had just come around the corner and launched himself at

Cinda's assallant, burying his fangs in his arm. Shaking his head ripped open a deep wound in the attacker. Fred moved back then jumped again, biting farther up the man's forearm. The bite forced him back and as he turned around toward the door Fred bit his calf, puncturing a vein. His blood poured onto the floor as he began to run out the door. Fred was about to give chase until he heard Cinda, "FRED! STAY! She had fallen to the floor gasping and shaking as she pulled Fred to her.

I had just begun my shopping when my cell rang. Cinda was rambling something terrible between gasps and sobs; it was clear that she was terrified. "Call the police, Cinda. I'll be there as soon as I can." I raced back to my truck and sped to the house, breaking every traffic law imaginable on the way. Parking on the street I ran to the house past the police cars in the driveway.

"Hold it, buddy-you can't go in there. It's a police matter."

"I live here," I explained. "It's my wife that was attacked." He allowed me to enter once I had showed my ID, warning me to stay away from the blood and not to touch anything in the hallway. I walked in cautiously and was almost stopped again when Cinda ran to me, burying her head in my shoulder as she bawled and gasped.

"Fred..saved me, Ty. I had just...walked in...when he...when he grabbed me. He covered my mouth...so couldn't scream. Fred bit him-twice, I think...in his arm and once.. in his leg. Thank God Fred was here. He was going to rape...and kill me." I held her even more tightly, my hand clutching her head-allowing her to work her way through the ordeal. Finally, I led her to the couch.

I petted Fred's head and rubbed his ears once I was seated. "Good boy, Fred. You saved Cinda. You deserve a treat." I continued to pet him for more than ten minutes to reinforce his good behavior.

Finally, the detectives arrived and questioned Cinda in detail.

That's when I learned it was the asshole from the student union. "I recognized the tattoo on his right hand," Cinda told the detective. "It's a black widow spider, complete with the red hourglass." We gave a description-height, skin color, hair, approximate weight, even what he had been wearing. We stopped when we heard a commotion outside. I walked to the door and spoke to the officer. A minute later Monroe and Juanita joined us. I could see that Monroe was livid; he'd kill this guy, but he'd have to stand in line behind me to do it.