Our new living room furniture was overflowing with pretty women, and a few lucky men. I was fortunate enough to be tightly wedged in between the succulent Beth and delicious Debbie, my platinum tressed Goddess. Debbie was quieter than usual, content to let her partners handle all the day-care discussion. She clung to me as if she was afraid I'd leap up and depart for foreign parts at any moment.

The visit was nice, but it wasn't long before Jim and Karen decided to call it a night, although they left Ashley behind for the weekend so the kids could play together. Splitting up those girls was going to be...