1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Conclusion


    Date: 12/12/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    department might have some concerns about all the work you’ll have to do. They want you to spend a lot of time at practice or in the gym.” “I realize that, Monroe—my dad played for Indiana. I’m more concerned with my studies than I am with basketball. Cinda and I have discussed this several times. I’ll give up my scholarship if I have to, but I doubt that will be necessary. They knew what kind of student I was when they recruited me.” I felt like having a great meal so we drove to a well-known steakhouse—my treat, of course. Back home, Monroe led Juanita to the second bedroom while I led Cinda to our room, closing the door once Fred had joined us. They left Sunday evening and I could see that neither had a decent night’s sleep in days. Cinda and I laughed about it all night, stopping only to make incredible love to each other. Monday morning we were at the gym by eight and I joined Cinda on the floor a few minutes later. I had another good workout and was surprised when Coach Beamon asked me to come to the Athletic Director’s office. Cinda joined me. There were two somber men in ill-fitting grey suits there with the AD. “Ty,” he began, “these gentlemen are from the NCAA enforcement division. They’re concerned about all the money you’ve been spending recently.” “Why would that be anyone’s business but ours?” “I’m Eugene Robinson, young man, and I’ll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your mouth.” I took Cinda’s hand in mine and started out the door. “Please, Ty…we need ...
    you to answer a few questions. Where did you get the money from?” I took a pen from the AD’s desk and wrote a name on a Post-It, handing it to the NCAA people. “What’s this?” “You asked where I got the money. Get a computer and GOOGLE “Capt. Lew Walker” then you’ll have your answer. I inherited the money from him—ten million dollars. I also have a trust fund from my grandmother that gives me $10,000 a month. Any other questions?” “I’m sorry, but we can’t just take your word for it. People do lie, you know.” I asked Cinda for my cell, checked a number in my phone book then dialed a number on the AD’s phone. “Mr. Cardwell, please,” I said when it was answered. “Ty Feldner here.” I was directed to Sam Davis once I learned that Mr. Cardwell was out. “What can I do for you, Mr. Feldner?” “I’m in the AD’s office at LSU and some reps from the NCAA have some questions about the source of my money. I’ll put you on speaker.” Turning to the others in the room I explained that Mr. Davis was one of my grandparents’ attorneys. The conversation with Sam didn’t go any better than their conversation with me. He did explain that I was an heir to a fortune, but refused to send copies of the wills to them. “I don’t work for either the NCAA or LSU although I am an alumnus. Come down to Morgan City and bring a notarized request from Mr. Feldner and I’ll let you review the document in my presence. Otherwise, forget it.” He rung off and I agreed to write a request that was notarized by one of the ...
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