Ian found himself home alone.

I stirred awake to find myself disappointingly alone in bed. I was hoping at least one of the girls would be there to help me with my morning wood but after the previous night's foursome I realized I was getting greedy. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and it was almost eleven — thank God it was Sunday! I rolled myself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to empty my bladder.

When I went downstairs to the kitchen, hoping there were leftovers for breakfast, I didn't find anyone. There was a note on the island with my wife's hand writing: "Hey sleepyhead, we let you sleep in this morning considering how tired you were from last night. We went out for brunch with Adam and Amy's dad. Make yourself something to eat. xoxo Elizabeth."

While I was making myself a sandwich, the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hi, Ian," Corrine chirped. "How are you?"

"Hey, Corrine. I'm doing great!" I answered without mentioned that I had a foursome hours earlier.

"Did I catch you in a wrong time?"

"Nah, the girls went out for brunch, so I'm stuck home alone making my own lunch," I replied. "What's up?"

"I'm calling to see if you guys are still up for coming down to the Playboy Mansion next weekend?" she asked.

"Yeah, the girls are excited about going."

"Even Elizabeth?" she wondered.

"Yeah, she is opening up more to get away from her longstanding reputation as the girl next door," I told her. "She is actually quite giddy about meeting Hugh Hefner."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I was surprised too!" I chuckled.

"I guess everyone changes over ten years!" she noted. "So how's your weekend?"

"We did celebrating..." I chuckled.

"Celebrating as in sex?"

"Yes!" I answered a bit too excitedly.

"What were you celebrating?" she wondered.

"Um," I yelped, realizing that I probably should let Elizabeth and Talia decide when and how to reveal their pregnancies to Corrine and Stephanie. "Amy and Adam moving in."

"Her dad okay with that?"

"Yeah..."

"Really?"

"He understands and accepts that she needs more space, especially out of the home she had lived all her life in," I answered. "He misses Amy and Adam but he still see them occasionally."

"Ah..."

"However, there was a caveat for her moving in with us..."

"Oh?"

"I had to promise him I wouldn't hurt her..."

"Why would he say that?" she wondered. "You're the most gentlest man I know!"

"Um, he knows about us."

"Me and you?"

"No, our special little group — you, Talia, Elizabeth, Stephanie, Amy, and me," I replied, suddenly feeling a deep weight on my shoulders.

"What does he know about us?"

"He knows that I've had sex with you girls..."

"Oh my God..."

"He said he didn't approve of me cheating on Elizabeth but I assured him it was consensual between all of us."

"What else did he say?"

"He said he would kill me if I hurt Amy or any of you girls..."

"I know you would never hurt us, Ian," Corrine assured me. "Is he going to tell our parents?"

"He said what we do isn't for him to judge, so he promised that's between us and God."

"So my parents will never find out..." she sighed with relief. "They almost disowned me for becoming a Playmate but they'll definitely disown me if they found out about our group!"

"He won't tell anyone," I comforted her. "He realized that Amy has been happier since Elizabeth and I moved back to town."

"Okay, thank you for telling me this, Ian," Corrine said. "It must be awkward every time you see him."

"Yup..."

"Okay, I'll let you go have your lunch!" she chirped. "Say hi to the girls for me!"

"I will!"

"I miss you!"

"I miss you too!"

I hung up the phone and for some reason the first thing that popped to my head was trying to remember where I stashed her Playboy issue.