This is a story perverse yet familiar. It is marriage as contest-a partnership of combat. The anonymous players are not defined by time or identified by place. They live fueled by desperate, instinctive action-a strategy of manipulation entrenched in the shifting turmoil of control and submission. With each interaction, each confrontation, the thrust of each word, their maneuvers result in the tragic simulation of a relationship, a misery of mutual responsibility-co-inflictors of pain and regret.