It was your birthday, and you're all alone in the kitchen with a cake you baked yourself. With a whimsical grin, you made a foolish wish aloud, "I wish... I had four boyfriends."

Giggling at your silliness, you reached for a knife to cut the cake, only to realize it was missing. Annoyed, you went into the basement to retrieve a knife. Upon your return, you couldn't believe your eyes. Four attractive men stood near your cake, fingers smeared with icing.

"Hi, baby," they greeted in unison.