Charlene was proud of her ex-lesbian outlook on life and pleased by the fact that other ex-lesbians respected her in a passionately ex-lesbian way (no monkey business). One day, as terrible things were happening in the grimy streets of ***** City, a fog appeared like in that John Carpenter movie. Some Negroes thought it was God while others thought it was a call from Satan to ex-lesbians to open fire with bazookas. Either way, big things were about to happen, big ex-lesbian things that no active lesbian could ever understand.