When I was 17 I started writing a really epic Street Fighter fanfiction for a naughty-naughty story site. That site deleted all my stories once they found out (this was kind of weird) that I was 17 when I started writing the story. Seriously. Apparently--and this is what I was told--my parents were horrible people because I wrote porn when I was under 18. If I had just waited several months, it would have been fine.

So weird.

Every couple of years someone tracks me down and sends me an email to try to find this story. I have to admit that I don't have it anymore, anywhere. The computer I wrote it on is no longer in use, and while I thought I had copied this story to the next computer, I think when that computer's HD crashed, I must have lost it and never replaced it. That's all I can figure.

It was on this site as well, but this site suddenly nixed their entire NC-17 section, so the story got lost there too. Someone had printed the story on a personal website, but I think that one also doesn't exist anymore. So ... the story is just gone folks. Unless I can fly back to Kansas and plug in the old iMac. Which doesn't have wifi or a working CD drive or disk drive (maybe a Zip drive?), so I have pretty much no way to move files around except by Zip ...

But I'm telling you, I was seventeen when I started writing it (I'm 29 now). That means it probably wasn't all that great anyway (although popular literature shows us time and time again that the fiction doesn't have to be good to be popular)! In recent years I've thought about re-writing the thing, hoping that I could make a better--but similar--story. And I've tried. But I've been so busy working on my own novel that I couldn't take interest in using someone else's characters.

UNTIL NOW. OH HO HO.