What Happened To Colleen?

I knew right away I would have to tell her I wasn't David. I can remember everything. It was a cold, damp November evening. There was a dark, country road. I could imagine the sound of coyotes howling in the night as I sat at my computer, naked. It went something like, “No, I'm not David.” I also had to congratulate her on her keen intuition. She was right to question if it was a personal Web site (of mine), because actually, it's experiment in multi-media being conducted by Putin administration in Russia.* Answer to next question, “Why? Why would Putin administration do it?” is secret. I also insist that layout not really that good, and after serious negotiation, she admit in...

* College level joke.