"It's a must-have isn't it?" Replied the assistant almost with his eyes popping out of their sockets. I handed over my credit card, my wife acts as gu...rantor for all my card purchases. The assistant folded the dress and gift-wrapped it for me."Enjoy!" He said as I walked out of the shop.I wandered down the street and hailed a taxi. As it pulled in I noticed on the side an advert for lingerie. The beautiful young man on a chaise-lounge wearing a bra and panties. The slogan read remember your. A trip to the local newspaper office gave me their birth dates and their parent’s names, including their mother’s maiden names. It never ceased to amaze me as to how easy it was to track down my prey.Over the next couple of weeks I put together quite a portfolio of each girl in their bikinis and out of them too. A little stalking got me pictures of them dressed as they came out of Victoria’s house. A few days later I had each girl in several outfits.It was time to strike but who was to be. . I don't think ... you did?" Meli stammered.What's her problem I wondered. Heck, we've been going to the beach together all our lives. She probably wants to make out with her or something I thought as I answered, "I told her I'd love to go ... that is if you don't mind." But-" It'll be okay Melissa," the blond French girl assured Mel."Are you sure?" my sister asked."It might be fun," Emmanuelle answered, giggled, gave me an appraising glance, then winked at me and then hugged my sister.What's. The other stuff…well it was too late for that, he already had those.The next day at work, the dream kept coming back…unconsciously I even searched for information about over 40 pregnancies. Why, I do not know…but then, by my own mistake, I left the browser on. My boss and friend saw it.“Don’t tell me you are pregnant?” I heard Debby ask over my shoulder.Startling me, “No…absolutely not…I…” my fingers quickly searched for the delete key.“That is ok…I know how it is, always wanted to have more.