The girls change.

Unlike Elizabeth who enjoyed taking hour long baths, I would normally spend just a couple minutes in the shower to wash off the sweat from the previous night's party but I took longer because I had two beautiful shower mates to scrub down. When we finally got out we found the other the girls in 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 an upscale store catering to women willing to pay a little extra for dedicated attention and service.