I answered the door to see five beautiful girls my age (17).
"Oh, hi Francis," one of the girls said awkwardly.
"Call me Brad," I said, "Bradley is too formal. Anyway, come inside all of you. We have a lot to talk about. Actually, let's go to the privacy of your room, Ashley. We can all sit together on your huge comfortable bed and you can listen to me talk. And don't try to hide your smiles. I know you're all very happy to see me and aroused at the possibility of some alone time with me."
"OK," they said, and they followed me upstairs through the house to Ashley's bedroom. We passed up Nate, and he obediently didn't bother us at all.
Once there, we all collapsed on the bed, and, barely containing my excitement, I decided to make some improvements to them, myself, and anything in particular really.