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folds to make a waistline, and shorten it at the bottom, see? It should hang to your knees.”
    “You wish.”
    “Not as much as you do,” she said.
    He watched, tried to duplicate her moves. When he was done it looked pretty good—until he let go and it fell down in a pool around his bare ankles.
    “Great. Won’t that look good in front of the FBI students. The Hawaiian will laugh himself silly. Two pins, you said?”
    “Yes. In your case, I think diaper pins would be best.”
    “Ha, ha. You are so funny.”
    “Yes, I am, aren’t I? Try again. Keep tension on it with your elbow, here, then here, until you get the waist rolled down to lock it into place.”
    He did what she said, and this time when he let go, the sarong stayed in position.
    “Well?”
    “Have to admit, it’s comfortable.”
    “No worse than wearing a towel wrapped around you when you get out of the shower.”
    “Except I wouldn’t wear a towel in front of a bunch of people in public.”
    “You do it at the gym, don’t you?”
    “That’s different. It’s just the guys.”
    “Ah, now we get to it. You’re worried that some strange woman might see your wee-wee?”
    “No.”
    “Well, you should be. I don’t want you showing that to other women. Small as it is.”
    He laughed. “I just don’t want to feel like some kind of weird pervert is all. Men don’t wear skirts in this country.”
    “As opposed to a nonweird pervert?”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “So the half-billion men who wear these are perverted?”
    “I didn’t say that. Speaking of which.”
    “Of which?”
    “Perverts. I had an interesting visit with Jay today.”
    “Nice segue there. I’m sure Jay will love the transition. What about?”
    “You aren’t gonna believe it. But given the direction of the conversational road you’re dragging me down . . .”
    “Me? I’m not the low-self-esteem-I-can’t-wear-a-sarong-because-people-will-think-I’m-funny-looking guy here.”
    He shook his head.
    “Okay, so what about Jay?”
     
    “You’re kidding,” Toni said.
    Alex shook his head. “Not according to Jay.”
    “And how would Jay know?”
    “That was my first question, too.” He grinned. “He said a good computer op has to do enough research to know the field.”
    “And how does his fiancée feel about this research ?”
    “I didn’t ask.”
    They had moved into the kitchen, Alex still in the sarong. It was very thin cloth, and he looked sexy in it. She glanced at the carrot she was about to slice. She held it up, then used the Japanese chef’s knife to lop the ends off.
    “Is that an editorial comment?”
    “Make of it what you will.”
    He laughed.
    She went back to dicing the carrot for their salad. With her mother watching the baby at her hotel, they had the place to themselves. Well, for a couple more hours, at least.
    Alex said, “It doesn’t really surprise me, when I stop and think about it. There has always been a certain amount of porn on the net, even back in the very early days. Newsgroups dedicated to various perversions, web pages where you could download pictures or movies, even some chat-room interactive stuff. And with scenarios in VR getting better and better, it was only a matter of time.”
    “But fully interactive internet sex? That seems so-so—”
    “Weird?”
    “That’ll do for a start, yeah. You wouldn’t think it would be possible.”
    “Well, according to Jay, it’s been possible since before the turn of the century. In the early days, you could buy things like full-sized silicone dolls, with functional, uh, apertures , complete with vibrators. Plug ’er in, and go to town. But that was just high-tech masturbation. Now, you can connect yourself to various, ah, machines , dial up a friend, log into a joint VR sex feelie, and what you see is what you feel. Jay says the machines started out as things like phone pagers, but got a lot more sophisticated pretty quick. Some of them can mimic a penis or a vagina,