The story is about public sex.

Wallis looked like he was about to throw up. Sarah couldn't tell if that meant that the story was really bad for her career, or if he just felt sick being the one who had to tell her about it. She was afraid that it might be a combination of both. "I hate to ask," Wallis said. "But how vanilla was your sex life?"

Sarah's stomach turned over. She wasn't exactly some crazed BDSM freak, but... she couldn't say that she and Darien had had a perfectly normal sex life, either. It had all started out so quietly, but over time, well, sometimes things got out of hand. She blushed. "Um," she whispered. "It depended on the day."

Wallis gulped. "That's what I was afraid you'd say." He scratched the top of his balding head, refusing to look her in the eye. "So... one of my contacts in the media came to me with the rumor. He runs a metal mag so the story wouldn't play to his audience, so he let me know. But if he knew, then others will definitely know." He pushed his hands deep into his pockets, staring at his feet.

Sarah's heart was beating fast. What was it? She was thinking hard, trying to remember an 'encounter' that might be worthy of media scrutiny. But there was no way to predict what these vultures would hone in on. They were like fruit flies on whatever sugary treat celebrities like Sarah Morris accidentally left out for them.

"So, the story," Wallis finally mustered up the courage to say. "Allegedly, a photographer saw you and Darien... together... in a bathroom. The source claims that after you... finished him... you went right out and started meeting and greeting fans. Signing autographs." He grit his teeth. "Shaking hands," he added more quietly.

Sarah went white-- well, whiter than usual. If it had just been a story about one of her sexcapades, well, that could be kept to the low-quality celebrity perv sites. No one really believed what they read there. But this involved her fans. The worst thing was that she couldn't remember exactly when this incident had taken place... because she and Darien had done that exact thing more than once. He had always insisted he suggested it because he "wanted her so bad, right now," but Sarah knew that that sicko just liked the idea of having her just before she went out to meet her fans. This was a story that could really gain some traction if they didn't do something about it as soon as they could.

"So," Wallis said. "How do you want me to play this?"