What can I say? I love women in white. I yearn for a woman in lace. I adore princesses in huge, fancy, overtly feminine dresses. — A bride in a white lace fairy-tale dress. Well, it was too good to resist. Plus, I’ve always fancied my dad’s girlfriend. In my defence, my dad was never around when I was young. He’s one of those men other men love to be around. He’s fun, he acts half…