Barbie was 25, on her fourth husband and had a couple of studs, not counting me, warming up in the bullpen, well-heeled and eager-to-wed ones. Number ...our was looking very haggard these days, fucked out, destined for the discard pile from which there was no escape. The first three had all died rather violently."Take her out, get her cleaned up so we can see what we've got, buy her some decent clothes and show her around. Get her back here by six. OK?" She gave me a wad of fifty-dollar. He struck me as being a little pompous and full of himself. Christ, the guy had his head stuck so far up his own arse, he was lucky he didn't castrate himself when he shaved in the mornings.When he did manage to collar me in conversation, he kept trying to ask about Emily's younger days, before he had met her. I think he thought he was trying to be subtle with his questions to both my brother and I, but actually he was about a subtle as Saddam Hussein had been when he marched his army into. Next morning I called Debbie first thing. "We're on for dinner," I said."Good going girl, that means shopping trip tomorrow." I could hear theexcitement in her voice."Why shopping?" I asked."Well you need a new dress for dinner."I laughed saying, "Debbie, you're incorrigible." "Yeah I know, but you love me really, see you tomorrow babes."As planned Debbie had turned up early Wednesday and drove us to Glasgowfor another shopping expedition. If there's one thing Debbie does wellit's shopping and. I poured Abi’s then mine without spilling anymore and I raised my glass to toast saying “To the sexiest girls in the world” and with that the girls giggled saying “To Johnny” as they all but downed the full glass. The atmosphere was electric and I was grinning full of lust as I scanned each girl from head to toe repeatedly.I topped up their glasses and said “damn, almost need another bottle” as I wiggled the bottle. Rachel turned round and looked at me and joked “hope you’re not gonna get me.