Ashley quickly pulled the bed sheet over them. Still not saying a word. A moment that seemed like hours passed between the looks from Spencer to Christine to Ashley to Paula to Spencer.

Paula suddenly lost it. But this time, it was tears only. Christine, having a little more experience in dealing with her gay daughter, walked Paula back to the living room “Girls, get dressed and come to the living room. We are going to talk.” Ashley and Spencer looked at each other. Talk? “Do it now!” Christine shouted as she consoled Paula.

Both girls scrambled to find their clothes.

“Ashley, we were supposed to be gone by now”

“I know Spencer, but if you weren’t so damned irresistible. We might have left on time”

“Irresistible? Hmmm.. I like it.” , Spencer moved in close to Ashley.

Ashley knees went weak. She had to do everything she could to stop herself from grabbing Spencer for another round. “Spencer, I’ve never seen my mom upset like this. We’ve got to get dressed."  She quickly kissed her lips to let her know that she really didn’t want to stop, but they had to.

“What do you think they want to talk about?” searching for her underwear.

“I don’t know but if it’s separation…I..I can’t let that happen Spence”

“I know baby…me neither” looking on with tears in her eyes waiting their turn to fall.

“Is this mine or yours?” holding up a black thong.

“Black thong…Ashley…come on… those are soooo yours", said smiling at her lover.

“I know…just wanted to make you look at my wonderful nakedness again.”

“Come here…Ms. Wonderfully Naked…” kissing Ashley forgetting all the warning she had just heard.

***

Paula was sobbing like a baby. “I just don’t know what I did. I just don’t know how to change it. Was I not a good mother?”

Christine was not ready for this kind of drama this morning. Rubbing her back, “Pauletta”

“It’s Paula”

“Pauletta, you’ve got to stop blaming yourself”. Paula squinted her eyes at the name problem again.

Christine caught on to that. “Sorry, I mean Paula… it is not your fault.”

Crying uncontrollably, “But how did this happen? How did your daughter get to be this way?”