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He shrugged as he complied, eyeing the scantily clad models perched upon various sandy vistas throughout the glossy pages, their eyes all boring into his own instead of enjoying the scenery.

It was good to see she was starting to learn a little responsibility.

He glanced around, met the eyes of the most likely offender, and honked his horn in protest.

He considered flipping the punk-ass kid the bird, but thought better of it.

All the pulls and tugs she made seemed only to emphasize her lack of bra, however. She gave her father a kiss on the cheek, then, and whispered, "I think I'll actually enjoy picking out a swimsuit, though.

But thank's for the heads up." He failed to mention that he, himself, would be choosing the swimsuits for her.