Tristy ran up to the bench to greet her dear girlfriend; she held out the little bag that contained the two pizza pockets to surprise Waverly. "Here, ...abe, have one." Tristy beamed from ear-to-ear at the brunette lass, watching the girl already digging into the treat."You didn't have to get this," Waverly cackled. But she was glad Tristy bought these pizza pockets, though, so glad."I know pizza is your favourite," Tristy winked. She sat on the bench beside Waverly, close enough to cuddle. I was still wondering if she figured out why we had been gone so long earlier. I met Sandy's aunt and uncle ,Billy's mom, Janet, and his step dad Paul, and lots of other people. Janet and Paul were talking to me and Billy had mentioned to them that theyd like me, as I wasnt like any of Sandys other boyfriends, and winked at me as he said that. They sa I'd that Sandy was their favorite neice, as she had spent every summer with them.Sandy came back and after we all chatted a bit Billy invited us. Really fuckin’ hate it. From what we learned later, apparently Dad ran to his ‘friends’ and they needed all that knowledge he still had in his head. Computer passwords, account numbers, and the digital locations where he had filtered their money through. There were millions of their dollars they had not been able to get at since he had been in prison. So they hid him … till it hit the news exactly what else he had done. They might need him but they sure as hell didn’t want to be caught hiding. “Yeah! I remember this guy all right!” she said with a real cold tone to her voice, one that told Vic to lay off the cunt no matter what his stiff cock said. Separated or not, nice ass Filly Gasperi-Bongiovi was STILL not opening her legs for him. If her coldness didn’t get across to him, he quickly got the message with her snotty attitude.They were having a glass of wine and Vic was just trying to make conversation. “I’m sorry to hear about your breakup,” he told her as sincerely as he.