Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E32

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Ty & Cinda, A Tale of Forbidden Love - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

Friday was busy. I mowed the lawn and took Fred for a walk while Cinda cleaned up the house in preparation for Monroe's visit with Juanita later that afternoon. I stopped several times so neighborhood kids could pet and play with Fred. He was becoming quite the neighborhood sensation. We received a phone call from the delivery men around one telling us they'd be here in an hour. Surprisingly, they were early and were done less than thirty minutes later. I tipped them and we set about getting the bedroom ready.

They cane, as they did last time around five. Monroe looked around. "I'm glad to see you got some new furniture....not that those plastic chairs were bad."

I laughed then told him, "That's good; I'm glad you like them because Cinda's bringing them over to your place tomorrow morning Cinda and Juanita broke out laughing. Had Monroe been white like me he would have been red as can be. We left for dinner and I told him we were thinking of getting a new car for Cinda. I thought we'd go after my workout and the appointment with Admissions.

"Doggone, Cinda-with all the AP courses you have you should be able to graduate early."

"As many as have, Juanita-Ty has even more and his grades were even better than mine."

"Any idea what you want for a major, Cin?"

"I'm not quite sure, but Ty wants a dual major-Finance and Business Administration."

I could see that Monroe was thinking. "I know you're a genius, Ty, but the athletic 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 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 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." 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," 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 secretaries. They left in a huff.

"No wonder everyone holds the NCAA is such disdain," I commented once they were gone.

"We agree, Ty, but we're stuck with them until there are some changes. Thanks for the info. I'm sure everything will tum out fine. I doubt there will be any other problems." The AD rose and shook my hand. Coach Beamon walked Cinda and me back to the gym.

"Trust me, Ty dealing with this now was much better than during the season. Then you could be forced to miss a game or two while they investigate."

"What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty? I'd probably sue them if they pulled that crap with me. I can afford that kind of legal expense, but I can see how they might run all over a normal student." We shook hands and I headed for the shower. Twenty minutes later Cinda and I drove to the Admissions office.

There was, of course, a limit to the number of courses we could get credit for. The bottom line was simple-I'd get credit for nine courses, twenty-seven credits-almost an entire academic year- and Cinda would get credit for seven. If took an extra course during the summer could graduate in three years and Cinda in three and a half. Once done we drove into town to check out some cars.

We stopped first for lunch where we discussed our needs. We'd prefer something big enough to hold at least four people-enough for Mom and Dad when they came down for a game or for Monroe and Juanita. That meant either a sedan or an SUV. In the end we decided on the sedan. I had an almost new truck to carry big loads making an SUV unnecessary.

We looked at some Chevys and a Buick. They were okay, but we

weren't thrilled. We didn't feel the Cadillac gave good enough gas

mileage. Then, by accident we stopped in at a BMW dealership. I

thought I was pulling into the Toyota lot, but I was wrong-I'd We looked at some Chevys and a Buick. They were okay, but we weren't thrilled. We didn't feel the Cadillac gave good enough gas mileage. Then, by accident we stopped in at a BMW dealership. 1 thought I was pulling into the Toyota lot, but was wrong-l'd missed it by fifty feet. "What the hell," I told Cinda. "We're here, we might as well look." The salesman's approach was different, he told us about the car, answered a bunch of questions and took us for a test drive, but he didn't try to give us the hard sell nor did he try to convince us to take something we didn't want. Truthfully, I didn't think he really took us seriously, but I guessed that Monday must be a slow day. We spent more than an hour there and when we were done we agreed to buy a 5-Series hybrid loaded with options and a list price of almost $72,000 plus tax.

"You guys aren't really serious, are you? How can you afford a car like this? The payments alone will be more than a thousand a month."

Cinda and I laughed. "This is the second time today I've been asked about my finances.

How about if I give you sixty-five...cash?" We negotiated for another half hour and agreed at $66,500.1 phoned Dan Schulman and worked out arrangements for seventy thousand to be wired to our local account. We picked up the car on Friday. Cinda drove it a bit to get used to it then we picked up the amazed Monroe and Juanita.

"Doggone, Cinda-I knew Ty was taking great care of you, but this is too much; a BMW, for cryin' out loud." Almost anyone else might have used profanity, but I'd never once heard Monroe swear, Cinda drove us out for dinner and then we headed back to the house where Cinda thanked me again and again until couldn't get it up. That was after almost two straight hours of glorious sex. We had laughed at Monroe and Juanita last weekend; now it was their turn. I could barely walk the following morning.