I park the dune buggy by the tower and get out.  "Hey, dad!  Mom wants you to pick up her suit at the dry cleaner on your way home!"  I yell up to him.  The girls give him a quizzical look, confused.  I may be 26, but I still get carded when I go to a new bar.  I can easily pass for that lecher's daughter.<br/><br/>I climb up the tower and give the girls a look.  They take off, waving goodbye to Sam.  "See you later,<em>Dad!</em>"  They call back mockingly.  I grin at him.  "So, they pay us to flirt with public now?  I didn't know that, maybe I should go bring some high school boys up here."  I say it sarcastically, but not angrily.  I couldn't live without Sam's comic relief.