Although Mitch had explained the mysteries of e-mail to him, Gideon still was never quite certain why certain advertisers sent their... what was that word again? "Spam", yes. Why they sent him their 'spam'. The sex-site ads he had learned to delete on site, with a 'tsk' of disgust. Did the credulous really believe that the internet was habituated by 18 year old women named Crissy who wore black teddies and were just _dying_ for you to visit their sites (please have a credit card ready)? But this latest one, from some company and product he had never heard of... "Joshua," he said to the tall, lean, sandy-haired man who had just entered the study, "what is Viagra?" Josh turned slightly pink, then grinned. "Um," he said, studying the ceiling in hopes of finding there a way to explain to his prudish hubby. "It's, um, a new product, Gideon." "I realize that," came the dry answer, "what is it reputed to do?" "Er..." the pink was spreading. "It... well, it allegedly strengthens your sex drive, lover." Raised eyebrows met this explanation. "Oh?" Feeling decidely hot and uncomfortable, Josh nodded. "It's supposed to be able to, er, get you up. So to speak." "Really. Interesting. I received two different e-mail ads for it tonight. One assumes they have no idea that they are sending this... spam to a vampire." "Of course not, Gideon." "Or else they might be charged with necromancy." Josh blinked. "Necromancy?" he asked. "Yes. Attempting to raise the dead." Baron Gideon Redoak, redoak@interlog.com "Immortality depends on how long mortals live upon this earth, does it not?" From _Gothos_, the computer game. Oakwoods Home Page: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/3743 Centre Stage: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/2183 My Other Home Page: http://members.tripod.com/~Anne_F/index.html