"Me too," Emma said. "Daddy, will you tan with us?"
"You girls go ahead. I'll come out and check on you in a while."
"Oh, no, Master Daddy, please come," Ivy whined. "It'll be so much more fun if you're there. Besides, we need someone to rub lotion on our backs."
"Yes, Daddy, come with us," Emma said.
"All right, but I won't stay long. I don't want to roast out there."
We all put on our bathing suits and headed outside, past the pool and down the steps to the beach. The sun was high in the sky. Looking around our private little shore, there was no one in the houses to our left or right. There were a few boats out on the water in the distance. Far across the lake on the other side, you could see the dots of people on the public beach.
"Private beach," Ivy said. "Ah, this is living."
