Their daughter Laura walked out onto the patio wearing a beach towel. She dragged a lounger close to us and whipped the beach towel off. She was wearing nothing underneath it. She arranged it, and then herself, on the lounger.

"Hi, Johnny," she said. Richard rolled his eyes.

"You did this to me, Rand. I'll get you for it someday."

Cyndi laughed and choked on her wine.

"It's perfectly natural and innocent, Daddy," Laura said. "We've talked about this."

"Someday, Rand. Somehow."

I chuckled. Laura's 16-year-old body was perfect, with serious promise of turning into a perfect woman.

"Is it really so tough, Richard? Seeing what beauty you and Cyndi...