I got E-mail from my best boyhood pal, Stevie Scharfstein, recently. this in itself is not unusual; by now everyone I've ever known has E-mailed me, except a boy named Krepple I once met in Miami Beach in 1967. While the medium wasn't unusual, the message was. Scharfstein, a lawyer in Beaverton, Oregon, wanted the name of "a good Internet detective." My old friend is now learning his way around a curious new growth industry: Internet-sparked divorces.
During the past few months, he has dealt with three marriages that were detonated by electronic affairs. In each, he says, "the woman ran...
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