HOT CONTROVERSY, Part 1
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

by Sailor Mac
	"Just a little more. . .just a little more homework, and then I'll go to
bed. . ."
	Amy was fighting a losing battle. Her head was dropping onto the keyboard
of her blueberry iMac. She jolted herself back into wakefulness. .
.laziness was not an option. She had far too much to do. . .
	She fired up Netscape and went to the university Web site, looking for the
information on computer technology she needed for her report. Sure, the
report wasn't due for another two months yet. . .but why wait until the
last minute?
	As she rooted around on the site, she remembered something that Adam had
told her. . .the university had established a page for students to publish
original fiction and a piece he'd written was on there, a short tale about
a fantastic kingdom. Oh, how tempted she was to check it out. . .
	Forget it, Amy, she thought. You have to work.
	But even her relentless mind had its limits, and she felt herself slipping
out of "work mode," and fast. Oh, well, she thought, it probably won't do
me any harm to take five minutes to read it.
	She found the fiction page and called up the story. As she suspected, it
seemed  to be inspired by the memories at the back of his mind of the
Mercury Kingdom. The planet was described as having "blue sky, blue sea,
blue vegetation. . ."
	As she read on, she learned it was a love story about a knight and a
princess. They went off on a great quest together, seeking some treasure
that had the power to save her planet from a great evil. Along the way,
they fell in love.
	"She started to slip down the mountain, scrambling madly for a handhold.
Seeing this, he grasped her by the waist and started to push her back up.
She felt her cheeks flush. Oh Gods, she thought, it's finally happening.
I've thought about him touching me for so long. . .and now that he's
actually doing it, I don't know how to react.
	"He smiled at her and said, 'That's okay, Princess. I rescue people
slipping down embankments every day, right after I slaughter my daily quota
of dragons.' She laughed, and felt the tension within her easing. He always
knew how to make her smile, how to make light of the worst of situations. .
."
	Amy sighed. He's captured our relationship so well, she thought. He always
makes me smile when I'm down. . .makes me feel relaxed when I'm tense. And
he made me feel like a woman, made me fall in love, when I thought that
nothing was worthwhile in life but achievement.
	And he told her over and over that she was good for him, too. "You're a
grounding influence, a calming influence for me, Amy. If it wasn't for you,
I'd probably be miserable and spend all my time brooding over my lack of a
family, feeling rootless and always mad at the world. You give me roots,
Amy. You're my family."
	There was a good reason he didn't know about his family. He had no idea
that he'd spent so many horrible, lost years as General Siegmite, a
brainwashed slave of the Negaverse, between the time when they'd been
lovers in the Silver Millennium and the day when she rescued him from his
dark bondage.
	No hint of such darkness could be found in this story, though. The knight
and princess found their treasure and saved the planet, and it ended with a
happy wedding scene. And at the very end, these words: "This is dedicated
to my Amy. . .the greatest treasure I've ever known."
	And I feel the same way about you, my love, she thought.	
		She clicked the back button and prepared to go back to the computer
research center when one of the other titles caught her eye: "Erotic Tales
of Sailor Mercury #1." No author was listed.
	*Erotic* tales of SAILOR MERCURY?
	Somebody's writing stories about *me*? she thought. I knew I was a public
figure, but the idea of someone using me as a subject of a story. .
.especially one labeled *erotic*. . .it's, well. . .strange. . .
	Her curiosity piqued, her hand clicked the mouse, opening the story. The
subtitle was, "Sensual Escape With a Lady in Blue." She felt a blush stain
her cheeks as she read. It was a romantic fantasy, written first-person,
male perspective. The narrator was an innocent bystander when Sailor
Mercury was fighting a monster, and he got doused with water from her
attack. She apologized to him after the battle was over, the two began
talking, and they discovered they were soul mates. They went for a walk
together into the woods, to a romantic setting in a clearing, and there,
they consummated their newfound love. At the end of the story, she slipped
away into the night, leaving her lover alone. . .but certain he'd never
forget her.
	Amy sighed. It was. . .flattering to have something like that written
about her. And even though she could barely admit it to herself, it had
gotten her pulse pounding, and sent wild thoughts running through her head
- thoughts of *Adam* being the man she was kissing, fondling, making wild,
passionate love to in the middle of those woods. She found herself taking a
deep breath and fanning her face with some school papers.
	When she clicked the back button, she saw there was a list of more "erotic
tales," numbers two through six. And these bore an author's name. .
."DarkeWing." She opened the second, expecting to see more of the same.
	At first, it seemed a regular adventure story, if a tad clumsily written.
Sailor Mercury arrived on a battlefield populated by all manner of creepy
creatures. She was a bit annoyed that the writer got her attack phrases
wrong. . .such as "Shiny Water Mirage". . .but figured that since most of
the stories of the Sailor Soldiers spread through the public by
word-of-mouth, not in the media, there was bound to be some inaccuracies.
	Then, the story had her getting into a tough spot, a couple of squidlike
beasts capturing her. . .she was expecting, at this point, to read about
another male character, probably representing the author, riding to her
rescue, and her giving herself to him in gratitude.
	But, instead, to her horror, she read about the creatures tearing her fuku
off, and attacking her with those tentacles. . .in a way that could only be
described as rape. And then, she read, her counterpart in the story began
to. . .LIKE what was being done to her.
	Fury began to bubble in Amy's normally placid mind. How *dare* this person
write something like this about her. . .think that she, or *any* woman
would like being put in a situation like this? This could *not* be the same
person who wrote the first one. . .could it?
	She nearly slammed  the "back" button. Good riddance to bad rubbish, she
thought.
	It was with a bit of trepidation that she opened story #3. . . which was
about her being gang-raped by a hostile mob. . .and liking it. The fourth
had her seducing several women and men in quick succession. . .and the
fifth. . .oh, Gods, the fifth. . .
	She sprang away from the computer, as if running away from what was on the
screen could make it go away. Leaning aganst the wall, she shook with rage,
feeling nauseated and filthy all over. She felt violated, as if the writer
had physically invaded her body. She felt like she would never be clean and
pure again.
	Who do I tell about this? she thought. I can't tell my mother, that's for
sure. And I can't tell Adam. . .I can't have him finding out that that
filth exists. . .
	"Why?" she asked aloud. "Why, why, why. . ."

* * *

	The university library was getting ready to close. Adam picked up all the
stray books from the table and put them on the cart. The part-time job he
had there certainly helped keep him in little odds and ends. . .presents
for Amy, dinners out with Amy, arcade tokens and ice cream cones and
amusement park admissions for him and Amy. . .
	Truth was, he felt like he was only existing between his times with his
Girl Genius. To paraphrase a T-shirt he'd seen once. . .Love was life, the
rest was just details.
	She filled in all the gaps in his life. When he was feeling lonely, she
made him feel whole. When he was tempted to goof off, she brought him back
to his work and made sure he did it. When he just needed to vent his spleen
about something, she not only was a sympathetic ear, but she almost always g
ave him good advice on how to solve his problem.
	Sometimes, I think I ask too much of her, he thought. She's by turns my
mother, my teacher, my helpmate, my psychiatrist and my lover. But most of
all. . .she's my other half.
	He chuckled, thinking, I feel sorry for those frat boy schlubs who go
around wearing T-shirts saying, "So many women, so little time" and saying,
"Life's too short to commit to one girl." They don't know what they're
missing.
	He approached the bank of Net-connected computers which were *supposed* to
be used for research. . .but which everyone knew damn right well were used
for surfing by students who didn't want their roommates to know about their
taste in Web sites. Thus, when Adam shut them down at the end of the
evening, most of them were displaying pictures that would make a porn queen
blush.
	Funny, he thought, most of them seen to have the *college's* site up
tonight. . .more specifically, the fiction page. . .
	"Hey," he chuckled to himself, "maybe I've gotten a rabid following
already." As he moved to shut the machine down, he caught sight of the
titles on the screen, and his blood turned to ice.
	"Oh. . .my. . .Gods. . ."
	He clicked on a link. . .which happened to be story #2. . .and started to
read, fury rising like lava inside him.
* * *
	Amy was sitting on her bed, sobbing. The emotions she'd been trying to
hold back had finally exploded. She heard the telephone on her nighttable
ringing, but didn't want to pick it up. She couldn't face anyone right now,
not even her friends.
	Who else has seen this filth? she thought. How many other people. . .
	And then, the answering machine picked up. "Amy, it's Adam. . ."
	She leapt for the phone, craving the comfort of hearing his voice. "Adam?
Oh, Gods. . ."
	He was alarmed by the choked sobs, the frantic note in her voice. "How are
you doing, baby?" he said gently.
	"Not well at all. . .something terrible has happened. . .on the Web site,
your college's story site, someone published awful stories about me."
	"I know. I saw those stories, too. When I get hold of the creep who did
this. . ."
	"Why would somebody I don't even know write something like that about me?"
	"They didn't write it about *you*, Amy. Not Amy Anderson, not the whole
person. . ."
	"But Sailor Mercury is me, too!" Sometimes I think she's more "the real
me" than Amy Anderson, she thought.
	"And all they've seen of Sailor Mercury is a few clips on the news and a
few blurred photos in the newspaper. They know a legend, baby, not a
person. If they knew you. . .they wouldn't *dare* write such things about
you."
	"The things they wrote, Adam. . .the last one I saw. . .I can't believe
anyone would *like* that!" She started to cry again. He felt his heart
breaking just listening to her.
	"Amy. . .are you home alone?"
	"Yes. . .my mother's doing late rounds tonight. . .she won't be home until
midnight."
	"I'm on my way over. I love you, Girl Genius."
	"I love you, too."
	She hung up and headed for the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face.
Knowing that he was on his way over took the raw, stinging edge off her
emotions. . .but it still didn't change the fact that those stories were
out there.
	What kind of a person would do that? she thought. What kind of mind thinks
that kind of things about women, especially a woman he's never met?
	And she began to go into the analyctical, logical mode that was her strong
point. . .and her safe haven. She began mentally running through every kind
of psychological text she had ever read, looking for an answer.
* * *
	When he rang her doorbell, he was expecting to find her a wreck. Instead,
she seemed totally composed.
	"Hello, Adam," she said. "Come in."
	He walked into the house, thinking that her tone of voice conveyed an
almost total lack of warmth. This is not like her, he thought.
	"Amy. . .about those stories. . ."
	"Yes. Well, obviously, they're the product of a sick mind. Perhaps someone
with schizoid tendencies, someone who has a hard time getting along with
others. . .someone who's been rejected by women a lot. . .he might see
writingabout me as a way to get revenge on every woman in the world."
	She's rattling that stuff off like a walking encyclopedia, he thought.
She's gone into Vulcan mode. She's retreated behind a wall of ice so she
doesn't have to *feel.*
	"Amy," he said, "it's okay. . .you can talk about it, tell me anything you
want."
	"No, no, that's all right.  I'm just trying to figure out this person,
that's all. Perhaps he had some kind of childhood trauma, and he needs to
relive that trauma over and over by writing about traumatic things
happening to others. . ." She searched through the medical texts on her
mother's bookshelf, saying, "I think I can find the specific passage in one
of these books. . .transferrence, I think the phenomenon is called. . ."
She pulled out a volume and opened it.
	He slammed his hand on top of the book. "Amy, please talk to me. . ."
	She pushed the hand aside. "Oh, yes, here it is. Transferrrence. The
patient cannot deal with the traumatic experience himself, so he has to act
it out vicariously over and over. . ."
	"I know it was terrible, seeing those things. It was terrible for me, too."
	She seemed to not have heard him. "Of course, one cannot eliminate the
possibility of borderline personality disorder, the classic stalker
mentality. . .let me find it. . ." She put the book back and started pawing
through the bookshelf again. . .but Adam saw a slight trembling of her
hands that betrayed the feelings she was damming up. He covered her hand
with his, keeping her from pulling the book from the shelf.
	"Amy," he said, "it's okay for you to be upset, honey. Let the emotions
out, you need to. You're with me, you can scream and yell and pound the
walls and I won't say boo. In fact, I might join you."
	She tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped her tighter. "Give
yourself permission to let it out, Amy. You've been hurt, and you need to
feel that pain, work through it. I can't stand to see you in pain, Amy. I
love you. . .your pain is my pain, too."
	He loosened his grip on her hand, and she grabbed for the book again, then
paused. . .the hand started to shake slightly. . .and then, it gripped his
own hand as she spun around and buried her face in his shoulder, finally
allowing the tears to come again. He held her close, stroking her hair,
murmuring soothingly to her as she sobbed.
	After a long moment, he kissed the top of her head. "Come on. . .I think
you need a nice, decadent bubble bath." He took her hand and steered her
toward the bathroom. "I can't believe it. . .those things popped up all of
a sudden. They weren't there yesterday, when I went to the site to make
sure the story was up."
	"Do you have any idea who could have done it?" she said as he started the
taps flowing and rooted around for a bottle of Mr. Bubble.
	"I checked. . .there's no e-mail address anywhere on the story. I tried
calling Charlie Gibbs, who's the Webmaster for that site. . .he wasn't in.
I did talk to his roomie, though, and he said he'd put out a few feelers
and see what he could find out. He thinks that one of the frat houses has
had nude caricatures of the Sailor Soldiers on its walls."
	"Frat houses with nude pictures on the walls are common enough. . .this
was really *un*usual stuff. One degrading fantasy after another. . ."
	Amy and Adam had been lovers for several months. She loved what happened
between them. . .but she still felt shy about undressing in front of him,
and she blushed deeply as he helped her off with her school uniform. He
caught sight of that blush, and it warmed his heart. If whoever wrote that
filth could see her like that. . . Quickly dropping her bra and panties to
the floor, she stepped into the tub.
	One she sank deeply into the pile of bubbles, so deeply that they almost
obscured her head, she began to relax, especially when she felt him start
to wash her arms and shoulders.
	"It's funny," she sighed.
	"What is, sweetie?"
	"That I can figure out complex math problems. . .grasp scientific concepts
as easily as snapping my fingers. . .and even with a ton of books filled
with medical labels at my fingertips, I can never quite figure out the
workings of the human mind."
	"Nobody can figure that out. That doesn't take a Girl Genius. . .that
takes a miracle worker." He leaned over and lightly kissed her. She just
sat still, not responding . .some of her psychological defenses still up.
She sat up in the water, legs hugging her knees protectively.
	He decided that she needed a bit more relaxation. He began to rub small
circles back and forth across her shoulders. At first, she stayed stiff. .
.then he felt her muscles start to soften up a little. Encouraged, he began
to knead harder, faster, a full-blown massage, rubbing away her tension.
and stress, and conveying without words that he cared about her, that he
was always there for her. Now her arms were relaxing, she was leaning back,
her legs straightening out, her head tipping back.
	He brought his lips to hers for another kiss. . .and this time, she drew
him closer, her mouth caressing his, her arms snaking around him. . . He
sank into her embrace, not caring if she drowned him in the damn tub as
long as he was in her arms. He kissed down to her jawline, nibbling softly
at the skin, bringing his mouth to her ear to kiss it and tease the little
hole with his tongue. He was delighted when she leaned her head back and
uttered a purr. . .it seemed she was finally starting to let go of her
troubles and enjoy herself.
	He broke away from her and said, with a sly smile, "You're getting me all
wet, baby. My clothes are soaked."
	She laughed. "So what are you going to do?"
	"I guess I have no choice but to. . .take them off. And while I'm naked, I
might as well get a bath."
	She blushed deeply. . .and the blush was sexier than the naughtiest
come-hither look to him.
	He quickly dropped his clothes to the floor and climbed into the tub with
her. Their arms came around each other immediately, and their mouths
clashed, their tongues seeking and finding each other. He started his
massaging motion again on her shoulders, kneading small circles on her
soft, soft skin. By degrees, he began to slip downward, massaging his way
down her chest, as she tensed in anticipation, knowing very well what was
coming.
	He reached the outside curve of her breast, and started to massage  just
around the edges, with smaller, quicker circles than he did before.
Gradually, he worked his way inward, until he brushed the pink around her
nipples. Her whole body arched and she gasped, her eyes flying open in
delighted shock at the wonderful, fast shiver that rippled through her.
Encouraged, he began to rub his thumbs back and forth on the hardening
buds, and her moan touched of an answering ache of desire deep within him.
He lowered his head to one breast and drew the nipple into his mouth,
sucking gently, growing firmer and firmer by degrees. Amy was panting,
feeling like the heat rising in her body would cause the water around her
to boil.
	She put a hand on his head and started to push it downward. . .then
quickly pulled the hand away. . .
	"It's okay, baby," he said. "It's okay to let me know what you want." And
he licked his way down her neck with long, sweeping strokes as she
shuddered.
	When his lips closed over her nipple, Amy moaned loudly, her shyness
melting away in the heat of passion. Her fingers tangled in his hair now,
holding his head in place as he sucked gently, took it out to lash it with
his tongue, then drew it back in again. . .
	"Ohh, yes," she sighed. "Ooohh, honey. . .Adam, that feels sooo good. . ."
	He moved his head over to the second breast, running his palm over its
curve before exploring it with kisses, pressing his lips to the soft, sweet
flesh again and again. His tongue licked ever-so-lightly at the hardened
bud, then lapped at the pink around her nipple before taking it in and
sucking. She gasped, moaning his name over and over.
	When his hand slipped below the water and found the soft folds of her
femininity, she stiffened, a small shockwave of pleasure shooting through
her body. "Oh, darling. . .yes, yes. . ."
	He raised his head from her breast. "I think we're going to need a bit
more room than we can get in this tub for the next stage, darling. . ."
	He got out of the water, got a huge bath towel and laid it over the
bathmat. He gently picked his lover up out of the tub, tenderly kissing her
lips, and set her down atop the towel. Taking a smaller one, he dried her
off slowly, and the friction of the towel against her skin felt so
maddeningly good. . .especially when he rubbed it over her breasts. . .and
lower. She felt weak in the knees, her head spinning, hot desire rising up
in her like a geyser of steaming water just about to burst forth.
	"Now," he said, "where were we?" He kissed her lips, softly, then with
more fire. . .he worked his way down, kissing and licking her nipples, then
moving over her stomach.
	The first touch of his tongue on her inner petals made her utter a loud
cry. She spread her legs wider, giving him greater access. He licked up and
down her folds, teasing her opening, swirling around and around her jewel
maddeningly but never quite touching it.
	"Ohhh. . .gods. . .keep going, don't stop, please don't stop. . ."
	He plunged his tongue into her, and she shrieked, her hips lifting off the
floor again and again. He started a rapid in-and-out thrust, then flicked
it upward to tease her pearl. Her moans became deep and long, a plea for
release, please, please give me sweet release. . .
	Finally, he took his tongue out of her and began working on her jewel,
licking rapidly, gently yet firmly, one purpose in mind, the rise and fall
of the young woman's hips under him echoing the ebbing and flowing of the
waves. . .
	She cried out as the sweet, hot explosion came, as hot ecstasy throbbed
through every inch of her body.
	She fell back to the floor, panting, and he kissed her face, tenderly. Her
arms came around him again. . .
	Slowly, shyly, one of her hands started to move downward. He put his hand
over hers, encouraging her. . .When she gripped him, however, there was
nothing shy in her firm, caressing grasp. She began to move her hand up and
down, up and down. . .	"Ohh, yeah," he said. "That's *real" nice, honey. .
."
	She increased the tempo of her stroking, letting go just long enough for
them to tumble over so she was on top. He moaned loudly, his head rolling
from side to side, his hips moving along with her strokes.
	Reaching over to his discarded pants, she found a condom in the pocket and
opened it as fast as she could, putting it on him and then straddling his
hips. She began to rub her womanhood against him, and both of them groaned.
"You're making me crazy, honey," he said. "I love you."
		"I love you, too."
	He brought his hands up to her breasts and caressed the nipples as she
moved up, and down, and then they were one. She could feel her muscles
tighten around him as soon as he penetrated, as if to hold him there
forever.
	She started to move, very slowly at first, then picking up speed almost
instantly. "Yes!" she cried. "OOhhhh. . .soo good, yes, yes. . ."
	"Baby. . .keep doing that. . .oh, Amy. . ."
	His hands kept pleasuring her breasts, rubbing both palms over the
nipples, then brushing them lightly with his fingers, then squeezing them
ever-so-gently. . .which only served to stoke the flames within her, which
blazed higher and higher. It was if the very Earth was moving beneath her.
. .
	Soon. . .very soon. . .it was going to happen again. . .she could feel the
heat building and building and. . .
	She shrieked as she was consumed by waves of delight, as one shudder after
another wracked her. Within seconds, his cry answered hers as he found the
same ecstasy.
	She collapsed atop him, panting, and they held onto each other, tightly,
wanting to hold onto that wonderful moment as long as they could. Her head
sank to his chest, as she felt his strong arms around her, heard the beat
of his heart slow down to normal under his ear. She felt contented and
safe. . .and soon, she began to slip away toward sleep.
	He wished he could stay there all night with her, holding her close to his
heart. But he knew he couldn't. Her mother would be home any moment.
	Moving back into her bedroom, he shut down the computer and turned down
her bed. He got a nightgown out of the bureau drawer, took it back to the
bathroom and woke her up just long enough to put it on. Then, he picked her
up, carried her to her room, and tenderly lay her down. He covered her up,
kissed her and whispered, "Sweet dreams, Girl Genius. I love you."
	He set her alarm clock, turned out the light, then returned to the
bathroom to drain the tub, hang up the towels and dress quickly before
leaving.

* * *
	He was humming to himself as he entered his apartment. Seeing a message
light on his phone, he pushed the button. . .
	"Adam, it's Mike, Charlie's roomie? Um, look, I found out who wrote those
stories you were asking about. . .believe it or not. . .it's Charlie. I had
to go into his computer to get something I needed for a report, and I found
the originals. Yeah, I was shocked, too. So, I guess I'll talk to you
later. . .'bye!"
	Adam hung up the phone, slowly.
	Charlie was the author? Quiet, bookish Charlie, who usually wrote poetry
and literary fiction? Charlie, who dated a girl almost as sweet and smart
as Amy? Adam was baffled. How could someone like *Charlie* write a story
about Sailor Mercury as the slave of a dominatrix pretending to be her
mother and taking pleasure from enemas?
	A mixture of compassion and anger boiled around inside him. Anger, because this guy had disgraced Amy in public. . .compassion, because that placid exterior obviously hid inner turmoil.
	He didn't know whether he wanted to hit the guy or have a man-to-man talk
with him. It's got to be some kind of cry for help, he thought. . .but what
a way to do it! Whatever his pain is, he's only transferring it to Amy. .
.or putting her through even *worse* pain than him! He thought of all those
regulars in the library, all those porn consumers, reading the stories
about *his* girlfriend, and the rage began to boil within him again.
	Oh, Gods, he thought, what do I do now? Do I confront him? And if I do,
how do I explain why I'm so mad? I can't very well announce, "I'm Sailor
Mercury's boyfriend." And do I *really* want to hurt him. . .or just make
him see the error of his ways?
	He paced his apartment, the thoughts whirling around in his head. Maybe,
if someone put the fear of God into him. . .let him know those stories out
there are *not* appreciated. . .and did it in public, so there would be
witnesses. . .maybe, just maybe he'll get some help for whatever it is
that's bothering him.
	And he knew there was just one person that "someone" could be.

	* * *

	"Is that the guy?" Amy whispered. She and Adam peeked around the corner of
the building at the young man who was entering the campus pub. . .which was
packed to the gills.
	"That's him. Mike said he usually heads for the snack bar around this time
of evening. . .now, remember, if you get in any kind of trouble. . ."
	Amy laughed. "Adam, I'm in my fully transformed Sailor Soldier form. I'll
be fine." She opened the door and walked into the building. Instantly,
heads turned toward her, and people started whispering. Amy blushed a bit.
. .she could never truly get used to being a celebrity.
	Approaching Charlie, she said, loudly, "Hello, Charlie. . .or should I
say, DarkeWing?"
	He turned slowly and looked at her, his mouth hanging open. "Y-y-you. . ."
	"I saw the stuff you wrote about me and posted on the campus Web site,"
she continued. "I don't appreciate seeing those kind of lies put out before
the public."
	Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other students staring
daggers at Charlie. Good, she thought, it's working. . .
	Charlie just stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted
to speak, but he couldn't find the words. . .
	"Not only did you portray me as *enjoying* being raped - by both humans
and monsters - you also put me in a sadomasochistic scenario involving
enemas!" She could hear the murmurs of disapproval beginning behind her. .
. "That is, to say the least, no way to treat a lady."
	"You better believe it!" one of the boys in the pub yelled. "You wrote
that kind of filth about one of the Sailor Soldiers, Charlie? Don't you
know how many times they saved the collective butt of Tokyo?"
	"Look," Charlie said, "it was all in fun. . ."
	"Degrading women isn't my idea of *fun*!" yelled one of the girls.
	"I'd appreciate having those stories taken down," Amy said. "Good
evening." And she turned and left the pub. . .but hid around the corner
where she could peek inside and see a crowd surrounding Charlie, all
angrily berating him. . .and then, someone else approaching from the side,
yelling, "Hey, wait a second! I read those stories and I've seen far worse
in my life!"
	"I read 'em too," one of the boys said, "and if there's something worse
than that, I'd hate to see what it was!"
	"Hey, it ain't as if they're the only porn stories on that site! What
about the one somebody wrote last year about Doug Mellon's girlfriend. . ."
	"That was different! It wasn't *nearly as bad as this!"
	"Why the hell are they putting that kind of stuff on the campus Web site
to begin with?"
	"Why not? It's a free country."
	"Yeah, but there's a time and place for everything. . .and a college Web
site isn't the place!"
	"Who says?"
	Amy moved slowly away from the scene, still watching it.
	Meanwhile, Adam was outside, thinking about the situation.
	It's extreme, what Amy's doing, he thought. But it *may* help Charlie. And
if it doesn't. . .if he's still okay with what he's doing. . .then I don't
care anymore. He's just a sick person who's not worth worrying about.
	When he saw Amy leaving the pub, he approached her. "What happened?"
	"Well, I think by morning the entire campus will know what he did. And he
looked pretty shaken, all right."
	He hugged her. "Then I guess it's all over now, and we can put it all
behind us."
	She looked back at the pub, which seemed to have erupted in arguments all
over the pace, and thought, is it *really* all over?

* * *

	"What's wrong, Amy? You don't seem your usual energetic self," Lita said.
The girls had stopped at Crown Cafe after school.
	Amy stared into her soda, stirring it with the straw. She couldn't get the
idea of that porno on the college web site out of her head. Or the heated
argument that had broken out on the subject in the pub. Or the other thing
that Adam told her. . .how the college boys would use the library's web
connection to access porn they didn't want their roommates or girlfriends
finding out about. . .
	"Something's going on at Adam's college," she said. "Something. . .not
very nice."
	"What is it?" Serena said. "Darien hasn't said anything about it."
	"It's possible Darien isn't aware of it. . .or if he was, he wouldn't tell
you."
	And Amy told them the whole story. She watched their faces go from shock
to fury as she told them about the "Erotic Tales," and they applauded her
as she related her public humiliation of the author.
	"So now, it's all over?" said Mina.
	"No, unfortunately," said Amy. "There's other, similar stuff on that site.
. .and there's still the matter of the college library being used as the
local porn shop. . ."
	"Porn shop?" said Raye.
	"People coming into the library at all hours to download porn they don't
want their significant others or roommates finding out about."
	Serena shook her head. "If a guy has a girlfriend. . .I don't see why he'd
want to look at that stuff to begin with."
	"You said something about other stories," said Lita. "What were they about?"
	"Most of them seem to be about generic girls. . .but I suspect they're
thinly veiled versions of students at the college. Somebody in that pub
last night said something about a story having been posted about someone's
girlfriend."
	"If I found out someone had written a story like that about Ken, I'd
cripple them," Lita said.
	"Do people *write* things like that about boys?" said Mina.
	"Of *course* they do!" Raye said. "You don't think that *all* this stuff
is created by men, do you? There's no rule that says. . ."
	Just then, they heard a loud male voice at the next booth saying,
 "So the computers are being used to download porn. Big deal! So what?" The
girls turned to look, and saw a group of college-age people, one of the
boys wearing a jacket from Darien and Adam's college.
	"It *is* a big deal," said the girl next to him. "It's obscenity!"
	"They used to say that James Joyce's 'Ulysses' was obscene. Should we ban
that from the school library?"
	"I agree!" said another girl across the table. "Who's to say what's
pornographic and what's artistic erotica?"
	"Something that degrades women," the first girl snapped, "is *definitely*
obscene!"
	Oh, Gods, Amy thought. I don't remember seeing any of them in that pub
last night. Is the news of what I did spreading through the campus like
wildfire?

* * *
	Darien entered the campus pub, where he saw Adam already enjoying his
coffee. . .and listening to the argument going on in the next booth.
	It seems there were *always* arguments going on around the campus nowadays.
	"You'd be throwing the baby out with the bathwater," one girl was saying.
"Would you get rid of 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' just to get
'Black Bun Busters' out of the video store?"
	"It's one thing to have that stuff in a video store and another thing to
have it on a college campus!" another girl retorted. "A place of education
is no place for pornography!"
	Darien slid into the booth across from Adam. "Hey, buddy. Same old thing?"
	"It's all you hear anywhere you go. One argument about pornography after another. Ever since Amy found that story. . ." He shook his head.
	"So what's your opinion of it?"
	"My opinion is I wish everyone would shut up, already!" Both boys laughed.
"But seriously. . .I haven't seen enough of the stuff to truly formulate an
opinion one way or the other. What I've seen has been pretty disgusting,
though."
	"Well, I've seen some. . .tasteful stuff, too. . ." Darien blushed. More
than once, he and Serena had watched "Red Shoe Diaries" together on cable,
and ended up in a passionate heap on the couch or the floor. (One such
passionate heap had come to an unpleasantly abrupt end when "Red Shoe" was
followed on the channel by "Ace Ventura, Pet Detective.")
	"Maybe I should investigate a bit more before I really come up with a. . ."
	Adam was interrupted by a girl abruptly bursting into the pub - Lori
Westland, president of the campus' Women United chapter. She was shouting,
"Yes! We did it!"
	"Did what?" Adam said.
	"I just got back from the student government meeting. . .the dean has
agreed to take a campus-wide vote on whether pornography should be banned
from the campus! The election is next month. . ."
	Darien and Adam exchanged glances. The hot controversy was only going to
get hotter.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is the first installment in a series I am doing about
the pornography controversy and how it effects each of the Sailor Soldiers
who gets caught up in it. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Steve Savage,
who came up with the idea of turning what was originally a one-shot story
into a series and acted as my editor, giving helpful suggestions and
support throughout. Every writer should have someone like him to work with!
Thanks also to Sailor Skuld and to all my friends in the Lemon Tree!

You can reach me at my new e-mail address: sailormac@wjjz.com.

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.