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I exhaled in exasperation... "Oh, I was just reading my e-news," I replied, putting down the screen sheet. "It looks like the company is going to lose out, and we've dodged the bullet again on this lawsuit they filed. But I just can't stop thinking about all the good people who died up there."

There was a pensive silence for a few moments, before Lissette kissed me on the cheek and said, "maybe a swim will clear your mind?" Then she leaned into my ear and whispered "nothing like wrestling with a half naked, glistening, dripping wet college girl in the surf to brighten your mood..." And with that she dashed off across the beach toward the blue ocean, all svelte muscles, rippling, jiggling flesh, and grace. Giggling she turned on her heel once, her long blonde hair flying, and motioned to me with a waggling finger and a grin, before she turned again, and ran right into the ocean, water splashing around her in the bright Caribbean sun.

So much for my Pina Colada in the shade, I thought, downing the drink in one pull, as I rose to my feet. Smiling like the cat about to get the canary, I took off my sunglasses, and my shirt, and ran in the ridiculous swim suit my wife had bought me to join my daughter in the rolling waves. My day was getting better already, and I felt young and alive!

We just swam and goofed around, in case you are wondering, like the good old days in the pool before we left for life in Space. But unlike then, now my daughter was a grown woman, and a lush beautiful one at that, whose charms were no longer the mystery to me that they should have been, and which I could no longer ignore. In my memory, every moment of it is in slow motion, she a gleaming goddess in paradise, her every movement, her every quiver unconsciously seductive, and I recall only the sounds of the roaring surf, and her light, airy feminine laughter as we played like old friends, which just a little flirtation.

As she rubbed against me over and over, her body slick like she'd been greased as we struggled and laughed with each other, I couldn't help responding to her as a man does. I knew she felt it, because as she brushed past it she would linger slightly, or press a little, or her eyes would lock mine for just an instant, but nothing was said. And it's a good thing, too, because just as the situation got to the point where it might lead to something, I felt the wind knocked out of me as a shoulder plowed into me from behind, and suddenly my head was underwater.

I crested the surfaced sputtering and flailing, gasping for air, and for a moment I didn't notice the stereo chorus of hysterical female laughter. Pawing the hair out of my face, and wiping the water off my face as I tried to regain my composure, I blinkingly opened my eyes to see my wife and daughter nearly doubled over laughing, both of them looking like mermaids in the sea with their tanned, high riding, bare breasts defying gravity just above the water.

"Lorraine," I exclaimed, "I can't believe you dunked me!"

"I have all this energy now," she gushed, "It's incredible!"

And at that both girls attacked me, and I found myself fighting a losing battle, outnumbered, and overpowered by a more youthful force. And although I held my own for a bit, gradually I wore myself out. As the physically oldest one there, I called a stop to things after a bit, and trudged wearily toward the shore, breathing heavily. Back at my little straw umbrella with the beach chair and the little table with a fresh Pina Colada on it, I collapsed into the chair and hung my head back over it's frame, breathing deeply. A moment later my daughter flopped down on a towel she'd spread out, and I realized with a start that even she was a bit pooped from the exertion.

"It's like she's a kid all over again," my daughter huffed, shaking her head in mock disgust, before breaking into a grateful grin.