The only lucky thing was a deal was made between my uncle's lawyers and Paris. The resort would be run by three parties, Paris, decendant of my uncle ...and third party. The third would unfortunately for me be Paris little sister Nicky.Paris called me and said that she was thinking of selling the resort to her father's company. So it hurt me a lot to find out that I would have to sell it to fake company run by the Hilton family. I was to finalize the sale this morning. I grudgingly walked into my. Afraid of being a 13 year old father and afraid my parents were going to find out. Aunt Meg was handling everything and had not told them anything. Tony was happy and sad. When he was born there was complications and his mother had to have surgery and was unable to have anymore children. She was often sad, they had wanted a big family. Maybe his Mother could help raise them.. He was sad that maybe she won't have that chance. One thing about it, Tony' s Family was one of the wealthiest in our. “Of course you are, this is a costume shop after all.” She chuckles softly as you blush. “Just ignore an old lady’s attempt at humor son, what kind of costume are you looking for?” She asks and you scratch the back of your head and shrug.“I really don’t know.” You reply. The little old lady eyes you up and down for a moment and then a smile brightens her face.“I’ve got it! Bo Peep!” She says and you blink. “Excuse me?” You ask and she claps her hands together and heads around you and a pile of. His body wasn't as built as he had hoped but it wasn't as if anyone else was gonna see his scrawny frame anyways. He looked awkwardly at the briefs he was wearing, his left hand pulling back the waistband and looking down. Maybe he should ditch the tighty-whities if he were going out. As far as he knew, no one else was aware that he still had some and he'd like to keep it that way. He only had a couple of pairs too - mostly Christmas gifts from mom leftover throughout the years, despite him.