Published on 07-02-2004 12:00 AM
Robert was sitting on the kitchen counter, a plate of macaroni salad in one hand and a plastic cup of beer in the other, trying to bring up group sex without sounding like a pervert.
'Pornography,' he told me, 'is the only sure ticket on the Internet. All the legitimate businesses are still thousands of dollars in the hole.'
'Good for them,' I said, hoping Robert would drop the subject. I wasn't comfortable talking about adult entertainment at a family function, not with relatives scattered throughout my parent's house chatting and exchanging presents, nibbling on the Christmas ham, giving hugs and handshakes and pecks on the cheek.
I tried to change the subject. 'So, what did you end up getting Kevin for Christmas?'
'Poke'mon cards. Sarah says he's becoming obsessed with them, but better trading cards than drugs, no what I mean?'
Robert sipped his beer. 'Anyway, I hear adult websites bring in tons of money. Like those sites made for swingers. Christ. Have you ever read any of the personal ads? Some of that stuff is--'
But before Rob could finish,