Leera struggled to keep her fingers on the keyboard, but she was crying too hard. The computer screen swam in front of her eyes and as if in an attempt to make the crying as efficient as possible, she re-read the offending newsgroup post.       Another attack on her fiancé… this questioned his dedication to the Christian faith with the accusation: "Last time I checked, the pope didn’t support divorce." Leera cringed, shook her head and lamented the cruelty of the statement, and then, as her anxiety mounted, of the world as a whole.       She tried to type:      "What ^H^H^H^"      Shit. She flexed her fingers.     "I cannot beleibe yourr ……     This was decidedly not working. Cruel… cruel. She stood up and walked through the wall onto a beach, and accepted a cocktail from the attractive waitress who always seemed to know what she was in the mood for.