Chapter - 3

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The Prodigal Son
Chapter 3 / aka chap-130
'Ty.....I'm pregnant'
By: Mike Hurley

Ty had texted & tried calling Amy multiple times with no response.  He stopped at Provincial Highway 22 and swore.  He had no idea where Amy was and now had to choose which way to go.  Amy's PCP was left....up towards Calgary.  Ty had no women's intuition to guide him. But he knew Amy better than anyone.....Ty turned right
towards Turner Valley.  It made no sense, but often love made no sense.
Turner Valley was about a 15-minute drive. Ty made it in 10. He saw the police station ahead on the left; at Main Street.

He drove under the big 'Welcome to Turner Valley' sign and turned left.
He cruised down Main Street, looking for her black Jeep. He passed the police station, then some small building set back in trees, then Tim Horton's.  On the right, he saw City Hall, a gas station, and a commercial building.  Amy's Jeep was nowhere in sight.  Ty slowed to cross the railroad tracks and drove another couple of blocks to the edge of town.  An old lady with an old dog, driving an old Buick puttered east in front of him. "Come on, move it' he mumbled to the gray-haired woman and wished her dog could jump out the car's rear window & use its nose to find Amy.

He made a tire-squealing U-turn and searched again.  If he didn't see her Jeep Ty's plan was to drive over to Hudson next. But in ways Ty didn't understand he sensed Amy was here in
Turner Valley.  He felt it in his heart and Ty's heart had a direct connection to Amy's heart. 

He saw Tim Horton's up ahead and yelled out...... Amy!!  Where the hell are you!!
Panic set into him, and Ty's thoughts took a dive.
Lou said something about Amy planning her funeral.  And right now on Main Street in a small Alberta town, Ty knew he couldn't live without Amy! He had to find her.  His hands shook as he steered around a flock of geese crossing the road. His memory flew past hundreds of photos of Amy. She was so beautiful and loving with Ty.  He moaned as he felt her arms around his neck, kissing him.  Ty was a man, so of course he thought of staring at her bouncing breasts as Amy rode him.  Her eyes were deep in bliss as Ty was deep inside of her.  His lips found her erect nipples and sucked hard.  Hard enough to push Amy into orgasm.  Then her tightening on him caused Ty to throb and 3 seconds later shot a massive amount of his seed deep into her. 

They both jumped out of an airplane of sheer pleasure together.
They moaned together, his face buried between her breasts as Amy ran her fingers through his hair.  She kept enjoying the ride as Ty forced himself to stay hard for her.

Ty was stopped for a train; it slowly passed as male daydreams of Amy chugged along through Ty's mind.
10 seconds later, 2 angry horns blew at him. His daydream ended instantly but Ty felt the flagpole in his pants.  The curse of being a young man......mere thoughts of a pretty girl in a bikini was enough to get his rocket ready to launch. He moaned Amy's name and was desperate to find her.

Suddenly like a telegram, Ty realized he had to pee. He pulled into Tim Horton's and swore as his flagpole took forever to soften and descend.  His bladder cried out for attention as Ty ran inside and stopped dead in his tracks......

Amy!!  He whispered and ran to her in the seating area where she was sound asleep in a cozy black leather chair.  Ty's heart was racing; he was still in panic mode,
and ignored his angry bladder.

Ty knelt next to Amy and watched her sleeping. He buried his nose into her soft sweater and inhaled deeply.  Amy's scent instantly calmed him.  His bladder relaxed and fell asleep.

She was an angel sent from God.......to him. 

Ty needed to hold Amy for 1000 years and tell her till the end of time...... It's ok!!  Amy, it's ok!!

Ty was so relieved to find her alive and beautiful, soft and angelic.  Her face was glowing.....she was gorgeous.  He had never seen Amy with a glow.  Ty was desperate to kiss her. To feel the soft firmness of her young breasts and suck her milk for the next 7 forevers.  He needed this woman more than a tulip needs the sun, she was still asleep as Ty slid his arms under & behind her.  He gently lifted her and stood. 

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