My stepdaughter Lucy and I have just picked up her younger cousin Hannah from the airport. Hannah has flown out for a week's visit with us. We've not seen her since last summer. She's grown up a lot since then. I look back at Lucy and Hannah in the backseat, laughing and giggling and picking up just where they left off. But something is different this time. Hannah's eyes keep reaching mine through the rearview mirror. Her long slender legs keep parting and somehow I think that Hannah is daring me to look up her short skirt. In fact, I think she wants me to. At home, we get Hannah settled with Lucy in her bedroom and then the girls hit the pool for a swim. I stay inside to have a drink and watch the game. I'm at the bar, fixing myself a second, when suddenly Hannah is there in front of me, damp from the pool in her little blue striped bikini. "Hey Uncle. Thanks for letting me come stay this week." She comes around to the other side of the bar and leans in to give me a hug.