No.

Surprisingly all the girls shook their heads.

"No?" I frowned, feigning hurt. "One last chance to help soap down this sweaty body!"

"Go take a shower so we can go to the store, honey!" Elizabeth scolded me. The other girls giggled while they shooed me away.

"Your loss, girls!" I laughed as I headed upstairs.

It was probably for the best if I suspected how things would turn out after (or even during!) the lingerie fashion show the girls planned on giving me -- I would need to reserve as much energy as possible since I was no longer the spry eighteen-year-old like when I had first met the girls.

Unlike Elizabeth who enjoyed taking hour long baths, I spent just a couple minutes in the shower to wash off the sweat from the previous night's party. When I got out I found all five girls squeezed into my wife's walk-in closet, checking out outfits.

"Hey, has the show started early?" I joked with a catcall whistle.

"No, Talia and Amy hadn't planned on staying overnight with us so they need fresh clothes to wear for today," Elizabeth replied.

"Well, if any of you need a t-shirt and shorts to wear I'm your man!"

"But I may take you up on the offer later," Amy said with a wink.

Since Elizabeth was the shortest of the five girls it was a bit difficult to find something for her two friends to wear that fit. Eventually they settled on dresses that normally came down to my wife's knees but instead showed off the girls' thighs. It was a rare and wonderful sight seeing Amy in a girly skirt.

When we all finally got dressed, the six of us stuffed into my Ford Explorer (Elizabeth was terrified of driving such a big SUV) and drove to the lingerie store. L'Armour Boutique was not like the Victoria's Secret at the mall -- it was not crowded with young women looking for bras on sale but instead it was an upscale store catering to women willing to pay a little extra for dedicated attention and service.