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Widower on the Low

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Widower on the Low“Hello,” the lanky fellow sporting a low top taper fade haircut began. “This is Tyrell Christian. I had an urgent message to call you back.”“Yes, Mr. Christian. I’m Sgt. Naomi Simms. I was calling you because your wife was involved in a vehicle accident.”“Is she okay,” he stumbled backward.“She’s been med-evacked to Adams Regional Medical Center in…”“I know where it is. I’m on my way.”“I’m sorry, Mr. Christian. I’m praying for y’all.”Tyrell grabbed his key fob and ran out of his office. He saw a nurse and said, “Nicole’s been in a wreck. They airlifted her to Adams Regional.”“Oh my,” the attractive woman with box braids gasped. “You go on and go. We’ll figure it out.”Tyrell dashed to his black 2008 Audi A8. He started the previously owned luxury vehicle and peeled out of the parking lot of the federally qualified health center. He breathed rapidly and his palms sweat. As a physician assistant, he knew that Adams Regional was a Level One trauma center so it was serious. As a husband, he was eager to get to his wife and see her through this. Tyrell and Nicole had been married for five years and were the proud parents of a precocious toddler.He went into crisis mode. He calmed himself and slowed his rate of breathing. He formed a mental checklist of what needed to be done. He called a family friend to arrange pick up for their daughter. He reached out the pre-K facility to let them know who would be taking her home. He contacted Nicole’s mom. He dreaded the conversation.“Hey, Ty! How’s it going,” the cheerful woman asked.“You in a spot alone, Ms. Bee?”“I’m at work. What’s wrong?”“Nicole’s been in a car accident…”He heard a thud and then loud shrills.Someone else came on the line. “This is Annie, Brenda’s coworker. What’s going on?”“I’m her son-in-law, Tyrell. I was letting her know my wife’s been in an accident. She’s being airlifted to Adams Regional Medical Center in Harrisville.”“Oh my…”Brenda snatched the phone back. “Is my baby okay?”“I’m on my way to the hospital now. It’s top notch facility so they’ll have what they need to take care of her.”“I’m gonna call Jeannie and we’re on our way. Where’s porno hikaye Sarai?”“She’s at school. I got someone from church to pick her up.”“Oh, Ty! My baby…”“I know, Ms. Bee. I’m concerned too. However, Nicki needs our prayers. I need to call a few more people. I’ll keep you posted.”Next, he called his dad. He gave the details. His father expressed sympathy and explained he’d let Ty’s mom know.Moments later, the ID said ‘Ma’.“What happened,” the lady launched directly into her inquiry.“All I know is what a car wreck.”“What hit her?”“I don’t know. I’m on my way to the hospital.”“Where’s Sarai?”“School.”“Well, who’s going to pick her up?” “Friends?”“Who?”“Eddy and Liz May from church.”“Oh, they’re nice. I liked them when I met them.”“Ma, I really need to focus on the road and getting there.”“Okay. Your dad and I are coming.”“You don’t have to. It’s five…”“We’re coming. Bye!”Tyrell made it. He whipped the car into a spot and sprinted through the doors. He explained to the receptionist what was going on. She asked him to have a seat. Instead he paced nervously.Five minutes later, a gray-haired man with a scraggly beard wearing scrubs came out. The news was dire. Nicole was dead on arrival. The internal injuries sustained were just too great. They tried, They really tried.Tyrell slumped back and put his head in his hands. His beloved was gone. Really gone. It had to be a nightmare.Alas, it was not a bad dream. He got through the grief-stricken funeral with barely any consciousness. His parents handled a lot of the particulars relating to arrangements. Understandably, Nicole’s mom was inconsolable and drunk most of the time.One of Nicole’s aunts stayed with him and Sarai for two weeks after all the mourners, casseroles, and visits began to dwindle. Aunt Laura was a godsend. Then, his mom came for a week. After that Ms. Bee came for a few days.When Tyrell entered the house that evening, he was greeted by the fragrant aroma of peaches and cinnamon mixed with garlicky hints.“I made dinner,” Brenda smiled as sober as ever.“Thanks! Smells great!”“Wash up and have a seat. I’ll fix you a plate.”Tyrell checked on Sarai who was playing seks hikayeleri with her kitchen set. “Love you, daddy,” she beamed. His heart melted as he hugged his only c***d.He sat down to a heaping helping of baked chicken & rice, green beans, and steamed carrots. There was a peach cobbler sitting in the middle of the table. “This is amazing, Ms. Bee!”“Thank you, son! I’ve been talking to your mama,” she started.“Yes,” he lifted his head and squinted. “We know it’s going to be a lot for you to have Sarai on your own.”“I’m not sending her to live with anyone else.”“No, baby! We’re not suggesting that. Kristoffer has offered to move down here to help you on an extended basis.”“Really,” he stared quizzically.“He and his business partner have been talking about selling the salon. He’s got a little saved up and can help out with Sarai since you’re working an all.”“I’m not looking for a live-in nanny,” Tyrell protested.“No. Not permanent at all. Just a few months. Maybe a year. He’ll even rent an apartment.”“That’s not necessary, he can stay here.”“So you’ll accept the help?”“Yes. Sarai needs all the love and support she can get.”All of that was four years ago. Sarai was in first grade now. And, Uncle Kristoffer still lived with them – well, very nearby in a tiny house he just bought a few weeks ago. It was placed beside the main house and would give both single men the space they craved. Kristoffer started doing hair part-time not long after he arrived. It was just to fill the time while his niece was at school. He contracted with a nursing home and an elder day care center in the beginning. Eventually, he opened his own shop and business thrived. He became a part of this small, friendly community.“So, what do y’all think,” the beautician with gold twists asked.“I love it, Uncle Kris! Daddy, can I get one?”“You have your playhouse out back,” Tyrell reasoned.“I want a real house like this.” “Maybe in a few years,” he chuckled. “Kris, it’s awesome!”“Thanks, bro! Now you can court your women without me being in the way,” he giggled.“Whatever,” Tyrell shook his head.“Don’t be like that. You’re the town’s most eligible erotik hikayeler bachelor since you and Miss Thang didn’t last.”“I swear you do too much cackling at your shop.”“I just listen,” fibbed the flamboyant chocolate guy wearing blue contacts.“If you say so.”“Hell, I keep your secret,” he whispered.“Speaking of,” Tyrell cleared his throat. “We christening this place tonight?”“You know it!”Tyrell and Sarai went back to their house to have dinner and get ready for bedtime.Late that night, Tyrell went over to Kristoffer’s cabin.“Well hello,” the charming effeminate dude smiled.“Hey, sexy,” he grinned smacking the soft but firm bubble. “You know I like you in a thong.”“Yes, Daddy! That’s why I wore it.”“I’m gonna tear you up.”Kristoffer started sucking Tyrell’s meaty 8-inch tool.“Damn! That feels good,” he admitted.“Tastes good, Daddy,” purred Kristoffer.“I still can’t believe I’m fucking you!”Tyrell’s brother-in-law lived with them for nine months before he started feeling strange. It wasn’t a physical attraction per se, but there was a mental and emotional connection with a tinge of budding curiosity. He pushed it to the back of his mind. As time went on, he flirted lightly. Kristoffer picked up on it immediately and flirted back. The faggot started wearing little short shorts around the house and fixing Tyrell’s drinks when he was thirsty. It continued and they fucked to kill the tension. It was good, they kept doing it.“Get up on that bed,” ordered Tyrell.Kristoffer wiggled his ass. Tyrell pulled the string aside and pushed in.“Ease back on that dick!”“Yes, sir,” whined Kristoffer.“That’s it, baby! Take it all in there!”“Yes, Daddy! You like this tight pussy!”“Yeah, bitch! Daddy loves it!”Kristoffer rode quickly.“Unh uh. Slow it down, Kris! Slow-mo this dick!”Kristoffer complied grinding methodically.“Ah! Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Tyrell pumped forcefully slamming his shaft deep to his balls. “Fucking, sissy ass bitch! You got me doing this gay shit! Moved into my house to seduce me you freaky motherfucker!”“Oh, Daddy,” whimpered Kris. “Fuck me!”“Yeah! Fucking you on the low!”“Oh god yes!”“That dick is so good, nigga!”“Hell yeah! Take this good dick, bitch!”Kristoffer twerked until Tyrell came.Tyrell left and crept back to his home. He looked in on Sarai who slumbered peacefully. He showered and went to sleep.

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