Forty-five minutes later:

"Carrie!" Robin called when she saw her sister head toward the room she shared with Jill.

"Robin!" Carrie mocked.

"I don't think you want to go in there."

"Oh and why not?"

"Because Jill's in there."

"So?"

"So she's not alone."

"Oh yeah? Who's in there with her?"

"Some guy she'd broken up with. She seemed pretty surprised."

"Surprised? You're not concerned about this? You haven't told Daddy yet?"

"Well, she didn't seem concerned. Actually, she seemed pretty darn happy about it."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, Carrie, I'm just gonna say that I don't think they're talking in there. At least, it certainly didn't sound like talking…"

"Robin Patterson, are you saying that Jill is having sex with this guy?"

"WHAT?" The Colonel roared, having very recently come upon the conversation.

"Now, Fred…" Lillian began, "She's a grown woman—"

"She's a child. Furthermore, she's my child."

"What's going on?" Tracy asked, joining the conversation.

"Jill's having sex." Robin announced happily.

"Right now?"

"Yep."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," the Colonel declared and went full charge into Jill's room, not considering the emotional damage he would be doing to both Jill and himself.

He entered the room with a "Jillian Patterson!" only to be stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw. There was one of his little girls, obviously unclothed (although she was covered, thank God), with her head lying on some man's chest while they talked quietly, although their conversation had stopped when he'd burst into the room.

"Daddy!"

"Young lady!"

"Daddy…."

"You have five minutes to be dressed and in the living room. Both of you."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Daddy."

Three minutes and forty-five seconds later:

"Fred, I need to speak with Jillian."

"Lillian."

"Mom, I can't leave him alone with Daddy!"

"You will do as your mother says, young lady," the Colonel snapped, forgetting that he hadn't wanted Lillian to take Jill on a little heart-to-heart either.

Lillian took Jill into the kitchen and immediately demanded, "Who is this boy, Jillian?"

"His name is Tim Taylor."

"And you met him when? Two hours ago you were moping over some guy from school!"

"That's Tim! He got transferred so he could see me."

"Okay. That's very romantic. But, Jill, you know better than to have… relations… in our home. For heaven's sake, Robin was home!"

"Mom!"

"Do you understand me, Jill? If you and your young man want to be intimate, you cannot do so here."

"Yes, Mom. Can we go stop Dad from killing him?"

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Tim was trying to remain calm while staring into the angry face of his girlfriend's father.

"No, young man, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're not?" To say Tim was relieved would be a massive understatement.

"And I'm not going to yell."

"You're not?" this time, he was doubtful; Jill has said her father was a yeller.

"I'm just going to ask you one question."

"You are," Tim said; ready to answer the standard 'Do you love my daughter?'

"How much is it going to take to get you to turn around and never see my daughter again?"

"Sir?" was Tim's confused reply.

"Okay. Fine. How does $5,000 sound?"

"Sir, I really care about Jill a lot and I don't think any—"

"$10,000 is my final offer. You're still is school, right?" he didn't wait for a reply, "That money would be a tremendous help, I'm sure."

"It would, Sir. But I'm not going to stop seeing Jill, no matter how much money you throw at me."

Their conversation was interrupted when Jill and Lillian came back. Reunited, the younger couple kissed and held hands as they made their way to the beach for a long stroll.