At dinner that night, when Brett gave a short, impassioned plea for volunteers (a plea that was received somewhat listlessly by the audience) Chrissie... was working her second straight shift on the east side, awaiting her relief. By the time she made it to the dining hall and ate the plate of stroganoff that had been set aside for her, Brett had already gone off to take care of other duties. When she made her way to the small house that they shared, well after darkness had covered the land, he. She wanted to move to some other guy. She also thought I was over protective and I over care about her. And that’s because I love her so much and honestly. It was hard time for me when she said this to me. I pleased her so much to stay with me but she decided once and for all. I asked her the reason and she says “MOOD SWINGS” and I hate this word so much that I would want to bury someone alive who says it. Since she wasn’t happy anymore to be with me, I let her go with so much sadness and pain.. You know... done anything... um like sexual?" Lauren asks, hemming and hawing and not looking at her mother. Mom waits a long time before answering."Why is that important to you, Lauren?" Mom asks. "So you have," Lauren says."But why is it important?" Mom coaxes her."Because I think I might be bisexual," Lauren blurts out. "You think you might be or you are?" Mom asks."I'm attracted to this girl," Lauren says. "But I also like guys," she adds quickly. "She was with a guy and I'm not sure if I. . understand." Good, now no smiling, just look sexy and remember to pout those lips."With that the two made their entrance. The main ballroom was enormous. The wall hangings and chandeliers were opulent and the guests all dressed to the nines in gowns of varying colors and descriptions. Suffice it to say that despite the variance in hues and stylings all were elegant and expensive. The other thing Vivian noticed immediately was that all the forty or so guests were women."Cherise! How wonderful.