Sally gasped. "Your friend was actually on the radio defending the Netkiller's actions?"
Jen hesitated slightly. "Not his opinion, but his voice, I mean."
"Oh. Well, in that case, is he cute?" Sally asked.
"In his own sort of way."
"But not like your ex-boyfriend, your Joe?"
"Even Joe wasn't like "my Joe" most of the time, if that makes any sense. I mean, I wanted solid husband material, a man I could share my feelings with. I used to imagine – oh, it doesn't matter. It was never like my fantasies."
"That's why they're called fantasies, dear. People are hardly ever who we would like them to be once we get to know them."
"Like those poor women. The NetKiller sure isn't what they're expecting."
Sally nodded her agreement. Jen turned the radio on again for her and they both g
