"Well, he's spending all his time on this internet site. It's called Everything."
"What does he do on there?"
"He says it's some sort of writing project. I think these people write stuff and now that he's been doing it a while they made him an Editor, so he gets to decide what's good and what's not."
"Good for what?"
"Good in terms of what those folks on there think is good, I guess. Hey, I don't know. He's really gotten funny about all this, and when I try to talk to him about it, he starts waving his hands around and all. He never used to get like that about anything before."
"I think you need to put an end to this.
This doesn't sound good."
"I don't think I can stop him now. It's been almost a year, and he just seems to get more and more involved in it. He even gets mail from some of those folks on there. Some guy from Canada sent him a CD."
"He's having sex with these weirdoes! Can't you see it?!?"
"How can he have sex on a web site? Hell, he doesn't even get dressed and go anywhere any more."
"I don't know how they do it, but this is definitely not natural, is it?
How long are you going to let this go on?"
"Well, it seems to be making him happy. I guess I'll let it go on as long as he wants it to go on.
"How's your husband doing?"