Back at Tristan's, his mother headed to the beach, leaving the father at home with the kids. Heading up to his room, he turned on his television, and watched his son with his girlfriend. He had always watched his son, when he brought his girls home. It was harmless fun, and allowed him to get an idea what wooed them. Making it easier to bribe them into an evening with him.
So far to date, he had paid out over one hundred thousand dollars in cash, and over seventy-five thousand in gifts, to his sons girlfriends. Some of them, whom he still met up with, for one nighters. What could he say, he loved women. All types of women.
Watching the screen, he sat back, grabbed his pen and paper, and waited for the show to begin.
In Tristan's room, he lead Sharon to his bed, laying her down he climbed in beside her, taking her into his arms.
"Trist... are you okay? You seemed disappointed when your parents came home."
"It's a long story, sweetheart. One I don't want to bore you with."
"Tristan. If it's about your life, then it involves me. We are in our relationship together."
Caressing her beautiful long curls, he passionately kissed her. Drowning her in his strokes and feather caresses. Falling deeper into his passion, Sharon took his hand, and slid it down her thighs, inside her jeans, and as he touched, she came apart in his arms.
Watching in the other room, Dean realized something about her was different from the other girls. She was pure, innocent, untouched. She was virginal. Feeling himself respond to the known of innocence, he shut it off, and headed out. He knew the next few weeks were going to have to be planned carefully, very carefully. For it was going to take more then a few words, money, or gifts, to get this girl into his bed.
"I love you. Sharon."
"I know that Trist. I love you too. Please talk to me about your dad."
"My father likes to play a very cruel game. Every girlfriend I've had, he's bought. I have not had one girl, who was true to me, and me alone. Always they were looking for money, and he gave them what they wanted, in trade for favours. My father says he does this to prove too me, that all women have a price, and none of them are worthy of a Garner man. Though it's more then that. He's made it a sport now. It's become his addiction to see me fail at every relationship I have."
"Oh Tristan, that's so sad. No wonder you've not wanted me to meet your parents. Now I understand why. But I also need you to understand, that you will never have to worry about that with me. I love you Tristan, and no amount of money, gifts, or anything else is ever going to change that. I promise you, forever it will only be you in my life, and our future childrens lives."
Kissing away his tears, Sharon kissed him this time, forcing him to leave all his hurtful pain behind.
Meanwhile...
David was having no luck getting the information he needed about the Taylor wedding. Feeling his frustration set in, he knew he had to get out of there, before he hurt someone. Walking out the door, he seen Andrew talking with the florist delivery guy. Waiting till he went inside, David walked over and said...
"Excuse me, are you delivering the flowers for the Taylor wedding tomorrow?"
"Yes. Why is there something you wish to add?"
"There is. This is going to be such a wonderful wedding on the beach."
"You have that right. Crandon Park, Key Biscayne is one of the very romantic spots. I should know, as my sister caters all the Miami-Dade weddings. Though I'm hoping she don't disappoint with this one."
"Disappoint? Why?"
"She seems to be having trouble finding waiters. She only has two. The other three that work for her, have prior engagements."
"Ouch... you know what? I'm a part time physio therapist. If you give me her number, I'll call her and see if she'd like me to help. I could really use the extra money."
"Sure... here's her number. I have to go. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah... see ya."
Heading out. David's first stop was a payphone, to call Doreen Spenkler.