Hell...” the mild curse seemed unusual in her diction, but appropriate. “I wouldn’t call myself bisexual. I’m trisexual. I’ll ‘tri’ anyt...hing.”“I enjoy close mentoring relationships, but I don’t enjoy children with whom I can’t make an intellectual connection. I definitely don’t want to be a mother, but I can enjoy being around parents that have good relationships with their kids.”“Anyway, from what Germaine tells me, some or all of you might have some interests in such an assemblage. From a. I roll my eyes every time Daddy brings it up. I've told him a million times over that he's done just fine raising me, and I don't need a "mommy". Besides, Sarah's mom Lori has filled in where I needed a mother's perspective. Lori and Daddy dated briefly which enraged me like you wouldn't believe. That's when I realized that my feelings for Daddy had gone much further than any typical father and daughter connection. Thank goodness Daddy and Lori decided they just weren't compatible and broke up. ”“So what do we do for food?” I asked.“We have four options,” Alison replied, “I can cook.”Andy and I screwed our faces up at that idea.“We can go out,” she continued.Andy was keen on that one, but since I knew it would entail me paying, I wasn’t.“We can order take-away to be delivered,” was her third option.“That sounds like a plan,” Andy and I said together.Alison remained silent.“All right, baby sister, what’s option four?” I asked, “Assuming it’s not starve.”“Option four is,” she paused, as. Brendan, busy on her phone. “How to do that without compromising everything? A talk with Robert, telling him all? No, I have been told not to do that. What friend could help me?” She went quickly through her list of close friends. “None of them,” she concluded. “None of them even remotely have the experience or power this lady has. I don’t even have a lawyer friend to check my legal stance on this blackmail.” But now Donna did see a possible solution: “A lawyer, I have to find me a lawyer, an.