All they wanna do is dance, dance, dance...

The girls had no such compunctions. Uncle Jack was hot. They loved Uncle Jack. The trusted Uncle Jack. They wanted to make Uncle Jack happy. Every time they came to the surface, the music playing in the background reinforced that, brought it back to them, filtering into their brains as though it was their own thoughts.

They played in the water for a while, laughing and splashing with each other as much as him, until by some signal they both climbed out and went into the shade, shaking off and pulling out towels. "We'll burn if we stay too long, but that was fun!"Can we change the music?"We can dance!"There's plenty of room on the patio!"