.. you were on a plane... You sit up suddenly and scan around you. There's nobody else on the beach, you see no signs of anything in the water like a ...rashed plane. You look down at yourself and your clothes are... fine? That makes no sense, aside from being wet they are perfectly clean and even have a few of the creases left from being pressed which means you weren't in the water, at least not while dressed.Your watch seems to have stopped, your phone is dead, and your wallet is water logged. It was sandwiched between my leg and Sarah’s leg, by our hugging each other. Funnily as I thought about it, Sarah noticed it.“Daddy…” her little girl tone. She tilted her head up to look at me in the eyes.“Daddy…you do think I’m attractive!” Still the little girl voice. This time sounding pleased. Like she was when she was five or six and she knew she had done something to make me happy. You would hear the joy bubbling over in her voice.I pull away as if slapped. This is in-appropriate! I’ve. Well, maybe for a million.I drove to the club, and she made a big show getting out of the car with the doorman. She certainly knows how to tease men. I got out and flipped him the keys for valet parking. I don't think he looked at me twice, not with my sister around. Not that I really cared. I was getting plenty at home from Fred. It was kind of a routine situation, but dependable sex.We found a table, and the men swarmed around my sister like flies. She didn't even have time to sit down when. Somewhere in there, I decided to retire. That lasted about two weeks, my company had needs for someone on the road, and I could use the money, so back at it on a supposedly part-time basis.By the end of the year, I was paying my social security out in taxes. Silly me.So I retired again, for real this time, I thought.Then I had a late-night snack of sauerkraut on chocolate ice cream. Not really but I have to blame this on something. There is no way I’m going to take personal responsibility for.